Epiphanettes.

Tomorrow is D-Day. 

I'm surprisingly calm. I had a come to Jesus meeting with myself and realized that what is going to happen is what's going to happen and I have no control over it. And since I have no control over it, I'm relinquishing control to the universe. I'm a generally good person. I do good things. I've given everything I have and I've done everything I can. If we're meant to be done with this chapter of our lives that's what will happen.

Where have I been? What have I been doing? 




also, I have a Typepad! shannabanana.typepad.com

Yes, I know it's been a while.

Anyone live near Tampa?

I've really gotten back into message boards. I say back because that's where I started off on the internet. I got out of the habit after my subscription to babynames.com ran out and I haven't been message baording since. After I took my hiatus from Livejournal, I started frequenting the Hyenacart message boards. They're great, but I run out of stuff to read about halfway through my day.

Anyway, I've always heard about the diaper swapping going on at mothering.com (MDC), so today, I headed over there and I signed on up. Those. Women. Are. Crazy. I was too terrified to write, much less respond, to anything. They make the mothering groups on Livejournal look positively lax. It's like crunchy boot camp over there. And when I say boot camp, I mean hardcore boot camp. Marine boot camp. YOU BETTER BE CO-SLEEPING, PRIVATE! IS THAT A PAMPERS I SEE ON THAT BABY?! NOW GET DOWN AND GIVE ME 2oz OF EXPRESSED BREASTMILK! Holy crap. I don't think I'll be going back. Nay, I KNOW I won't be going back. I think I may renew my subscription to babynames when I get back from the states.

Speaking of going to the states, there's a typhoon headed this way. Yay. If it's not gone by Friday, that means I'm probably going to be stuck here until next weekend. Oh, the joys of Space-Available travel. Squee.

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

I'm going to say this once and only once (and I'm not getting into why; I don't want the drama):


Malevolence is NOT going to be tolerated in my journal. This is MY journal, not yours. It's here for MY benefit, not yours. This is MY life, not yours. If that bugs you, I'm not sorry.

If you have a beef with me, take it to shannabanana@gmail.com, don't make puerile annonymous comments.

ETA: Did a friends cut. Get over it.