“Happy 4 month Birthday To Notes of Complicated Simplicity.. Happy 4 month Birthday to…” O never mind.. that’s a mouth full.
I know 4 months doesn’t sound like a very long time; However, 75 posts, 2 giveaways, and 40+subscribers later… I feel like Ive been blogging for 4 years. Its become a part of my life (there I said it!… I dont care how geeky I sound)… I mean, without the Blog- I might have been the next woman featured on Lifetime’s “Sapped”… OR WORSE… I may have never have found Twitter… and really? What was life before that?
Twitter- along with this teeny tiny piece of cyber space has helped me uncover my alter-ego (that I muffled for so long)… “Complicated Mama” … and may I just say … She is one Bitchy Sassy little diva and I heart her.
She has gotten me through the passing of my father, coping with a colicky baby,numerous 3 year old temper tantrums,.. fights with a similac container, as well as various life frustrations. She is the voice inside of my head.. the voice of this blog. She’s a bloggy genius (unlike myself) that puts words together in clever ways to say what is REALLY on my mind; And while I’ve never asked her, I believe she chose this location (and not my mouth) to air my thoughts so I wouldnt have to live a lonely life where everyone pissed off at me could be heard, as well as sympathized with- without the necessary drama that would ensue by directly & viciously offending my “real life” players… well at least that’s how I imagine it was suppose to go, til a few of my “real life players” found me here! Outing Complicated Mama from her cozy lil’ blogging closet…(Where did I go wrong? Did I use my full name? was it my email address? .. DAMN you GOOGLE! lol)
Now hear me out… I heart my Real-Lifer Readers, I really really do, but something changes when reality meets the blogger world, its not as easy to write even silly little things without the fear judgement. Before being found, this blog was my insanity’s home… Oh! come on!.. you all knew I was a little ‘wooo-hoooo!??’… ‘loco en the cabasa’ (what i bet you didnt know is that Im partially fluent in 6th grade level spanish!) and just as Complicated Mama got comfortable, and started considering moving into a bigger- walk-in-type closet with all the amenities an alter ego could ask for… a fresh pot of Starbucks coffee waiting to perk her up every morning, a shiney new Macbook to blog my heart away, nice soft sheets on her bed with a fluffy pillow to rest her crazy little head on after all that ranting and raving has exhausted her… Wooooosh! …she was stolen from me. (Hello? … ComplicatedMama?… can you hear me? Hello?)
For the the past month or so, (while you’ve been busy being bored around here) I’ve been reading some of my favorite blogs and inside screaming lots of “Me too!!!”s and “AMEN SISTA”s… but feeling a little stifled without the freedom to allow my alter ego’s Sass to shine on my own site.. which could be why the posts have been becoming more scarce. O yea, and perhaps you’ve noticed some of your favorite, witty posts have disappeared?… Yep! that’s what we call Censorship my ladies and gentlemen (Something my girl, did not believe in.. which is why she was sent packing)
So this morning I decided, to once again turn off the filters. ..*clap clap*… (What? you dont use The Clapper for your brain filters?…. weeeirrrdo!), open up that walk in closet where I’ve left a peace offering of fresh roses on the computer desk waiting for ComplicatedMama’s return.
And she has agreed to come back, under one condition- I post a disclaimer for ALL of my readers who stumble upon her rants and raves amongst the fun reviews and adorable baby pictures …
Here goes:
RLR DISCLAIMER***
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This blog will reflect the thoughts and feelings as well possibly a touch of Turrets-like-’Psychotic-ness’ of a very complex, young, and witty Mama of 2 who loves her children, her husband and her life VERY much- but still needs to scream “SHUT THE F-UP!… YOU’RE PISSING ME OFF” air her frustrations every now and then.. and requires a place to do so and (although not meant to) may offend.
All “Real Lifer Players” who chose to crossover and become “Real Life Readers” (which will here on be known as RLP’s & RLR’s) please be aware
These posts are simply here to be voiced some what anonymously for her own mini-group-therapy sessions with other crazy bitches sassy divas like herself .
(Whoops!there goes my psycho-tendancies.. Lets try this again…)
Read at your own risk.
LOVE YOU!! XoXoXo
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(Hmm…Perhaps I should incorporate it into my layout so no one misses it)
