Consider this your two-minute-warning...

I've decided on something. I don't know who reads this thing, really, since Blogger doesn't have a "friends list." That's probably a good thing, although I would love to have the ability to have all the stuff I like to read on one page here.

So, this is your warning.

I'm tired of writing for public consumption, at least right now. I'm tired of censoring myself, pruning out the tired, snarky, pissy comments, and tired of making sure that my posts don't offend anyone. No, I won't go out of my way to be nasty, but I'm just going to let me...be me! I'm not always nice, I'm not always sweet, and I'm not always understanding.

I fall short of the ideals of Christian love, I sin, I am so human that it hurts most days. I have horribly ugly parts of me, just as many as I have lovely and sweet parts. I'm not hiding them any more.

I have hormones, and they're sorely active right now, seeing as my husband and I have been separated for almost two years at this point, and I need the nookie, baby. If you don't want to read about them, you might want to scan the subject line for something "SEX!!!" or some other way I'll tag them.

I don't intend to change the rating of this blog to NC-17, but I'm going to assume that you're all over the age of consent and have some idea of sex. Hell, I'm sure that some of you have kids, so you've obviously got the hang of the whole deal.

I don't plan on being offensive for offense's sake, so I'll try and keep in clean, language-wise. However, do be aware that I am a soldier, and sometimes, profanities express a whole different level of frustration or excitement. (Plan on lots of celebratory expletives when I get my darling husband's leave date.)

You've been warned.

Now you know. And knowing is half the battle. G.I. Joe!