You don't even have to like potatoes to be my friend

I am thinking of posting a disclaimer at the top of all of my rambling thoughts. I have had more than one person tell me that they were confused or felt sensitive to the things that I am rambling on about. If that is the case, I want to tell you right now, before I post another word, that I am truly sorry that I made anyone feel uncomfortable in anyway. I do not feel I should censor what I write about, especially since it is obvious that I will not win journalism awards due to the fact that I do not proofread, I do not spell check and I rarely use appropriate punctuation. My mother is an English Professor and I am too lazy to write like a grown-up. I guess what I am trying to say:

If you are reading this and you do not agree with what I have written or you are offended or hate me for writing it, or if I wrote something and you think I am writing it directly to you, please do not avoid talking to me about it. Please take it with a grain of salt, so to speak.

You see, this here blog is just a collection of the ramblings of a madwoman. Mad Momma, really. I blog because I tend on the side of ADHD (as does most of my family) and we have more energy than a person should have naturally. If I don't blog or talk out EVERY LITTLE DETAIL running around in my head then it all gets stuck up there in the thirteenth brain cell, lost forever in a kind of limbo, never to come out again. When I am falling asleep at night the last thing I need to be thinking about is who I sat next to in ninth period English class or what type of cologne what's-his-name wore at the Valentine's Dance. I do not need to remember the way the previous owner's furniture in our PREVIOUS home was arranged, since it does not matter a hill of beans to me at this point in time. I most certainly have better things to be considering. Oh, I don't know, perhaps making doctor's appointments or filling out the endless piles of paperwork that goes along with having a special-needs child and children with IEPs?

I guess what I am trying to say is this: To all five or six of you that read this blog, please do not ever assume that I am speaking directly to you. If I am speaking to you I'll say, "Hey! SO-AND-SO! This means YOU!" I mean, I have never in my life been accused of being reticent. Let's just say I have the opposite problem (diarrhea of the mouth, I am told it is called). The other thing I do not want you to do is read what I have to say and start questioning your own decisions and your own lifestyles. I do not want you to say, "Hey! She's Catholic! She shouldn't say things like that!" or, "OMG! I cannot believe she likes Potatoes! THE NERVE!" because, you know (I cannot believe I am going to say this! Ok, here it goes...), You do NOT have to like potatoes to be my friend.

This is what I love about my friends:

• The come from all walks of life
• They vary in age
• They vary in racial background
• They vary in religious upbringing and practice
• They have kids
• They don't have kids
• They like sushi and I don't
• I like Star Trek and they still love me

So you see, just because I have an opinion about something and it differs from what you think, please do not think ill of me. Please do not be intimidated when I "get Irish" or spout off on my soapbox. Please do not think that because I make a parenting decision that it is a decision that you should make for YOUR family. All families run in their own way.

I love y'all!