I used to have another blog. Actually, way before that, probably in 2002, I had another one that got me in trouble with a bigwig in my college (I was doing my masters at that time). Smarting from the unfortunate episode, I decided to discontinue blogging and just focus on actual paid writing (paid blogging hadn't proliferated yet back then). Anyway, shortly after giving birth to Marguerite, the desire to document as many of those early experiences and as much of the sentiment that goes with them got me into blogging again. I had a MySpace account and decided to blog from there (I guess I was still a little leery about airing my thoughts). As I grew more confident in blogging, I opted to make another one with Blogger. Back then, I thought I'd keep the blogspot one positive and use the MySpace one for venting. I guess I found the arrangement unhealthy somehow, like having dual personalities (I actually called it my Hyde blog), because when I went back there to peruse, I found that my last entry had been about Marguerite's birthday (something I just had to get off my chest, I suppose, or I'd still be flogging myself AND Husband over it up to now). I know I haven't been completely snark-free, but I suppose I've learned to count to ten before dashing off an anonymous hateful little note to the void (a misconception, the void is full of readers who can intelligently hunt down your true identity). It's not locking up unpleasant thoughts in your mind and throwing away the key. I've learned to pray more I guess. It's a great way to diffuse an emotional bomb.