Constance the What??

Baby.

I want a Baby.

Have you seen Constance the 1st's baby? I swear every time I see his sweet mug, I spontaneously ovulate.

I would love to have three, four, five, six children. To be chin-deep in babies. Although maybe not literally.

John, that dunderhead, doesn't want more children right now. I am wondering if I can just sort of wish myself into having a baby, even though we are currently using birth control.

Baby. Baby baby baby. Baby.

I've just never been much of a cusser. When I was very young, I landed in hot boiling oil for saying "gosh", so for many years, "gosh" was my rebel word.

Gosh! Because, we're told, it's watered-down version of God and that would be bad. I guess. One of them there Commandments.

Growing up, my classmates assumed that I avoided the four-letter lexicon out of choice and they, almost uniformly and despite the fact that I kept changing schools, didn't use them around me because of that. This had the effect of ensuring I didn't actually know any four-letter words. You really do not want to know how old I was when I first (a) heard the word "fuck" and (b) learned what it meant (a preceded b by a number of years).

I have no strong feelings about talking blue. Talk blue all you want. Except I can't normally talk blue as my husband will protest ("Constance What!?!") and my children are too young and on my blog, I once lost readers over the word "crap". When I got the comments about crap, my only thought was CRAPTASTIC.

So it's under the breath "goddamn fuckity fuck fuck fuck" if I ever feel the need to let loose at home which is actually pretty frequent as little Jack is really very good at finding new ways to piss. me. off.

But everyone in my life? Still thinks I'm squeaky clean.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

This has been on my mind a lot lately.

I am, to be completely honest, deeply ambivalent about religion -- not just my own, but religion in general. I have no need nor desire to badmouth any faith, and it makes me uncomfortable and unhappy to see others do so in the name of being "open minded" -- yes, it does sound oxymoronic, doesn't it? Accent on the "moronic". But I've seen it happen so many times that it's like the tired old joke your numb nuts cousin drags out at every family reunion.

Anyway. Ambivalence. That's me. I have, for many years, been a fringe participant in the online community of my own faith. I've been around long enough to know that this year's hot button topic will be next year's dead horse. It's very cyclical. Still, I am bothered by this year's trend: stating that if you have an online presence at all, it should be useful. Do not "waste" your time writing about your life; there is no benefit in being a mommy blogger or whatever it is you write about. To write about yourself or your opinions is arrogant and egotistical, and we are nothing if not engaged in a war with the ego, and a personal blog means your ego is winning.

So my ambivalence deepens.

What can I say? Maybe they're right. Probably they're right. But, err, does it matter? If you think my blog is a waste of my own time, then, by all means, quit reading my blog.

(The subjects in this post are related only in my own mind; I know it's off-kilter and rambling.)

To announce that I am ambivalent on my own blog would be tantamount to announcing my new heretic status in some circles. I've encountered this in a number of faiths and I know it's not unique to any one faith. But you're all in -- or you're all out. God gave you a brain and you exercised it to find this, The Right Path, but now that you're on the right path, please kindly turn off your brain now.

Well. I'm sorry. My ego says I can't.

I changed the template. Again. I have sort of a problem in this area -- it's better to pretend not to notice. I hated the spy one. HATED. This template was originally pale green, but I think the pink works better, don't you? I found it at eBlogTemplates.

I love my husband and we are, for the most part, good together. Sometimes, though, I just need to release a little steam and that is not at all possible at my regular blog. It's....complicated.

I guess like all the Constances, there'll be odd gaps in my stories, bits and pieces which have been left out because they are too revealing. I want to be honest and say things I don't otherwise say but I don't want to "out" myself, either. I'm really paranoid about that, to be honest. If you recognize me or think you recognize me...OUT OUT OUT as Constance 1st says, or at least do me the favor of not pointing out the fact that you know me. I promise I'll keep your secret, too.

I have a husband. We'll call him John. I have two children: Jim and Jack. Jim's the oldest. Jack's the youngest. We live on the outskirts of a large American city. That's a good enough basis, I think.

I can never leave well enough alone so: new template. I thought it fit! I'm still working out the kinks -- I know absolutely nothing about XML so it may not get any better than what it is, already.

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