Heralding the triumphant (or not) return of...

Yeah, I'm back. The Trollmamma breathes. (Inhale, exhale... etc.)

I had to leave the blogosphere for a while... my other anonymous online presence was found and stalked and my semi-anonymous presence (this one, or rather, it's predecessor) was threatened with full-blown outage.

You see, my persona here as Trollmamma was/is known to many of my readers, mostly due to my having written to them informing them of my blog and pressganging them into reading. Thanks guys. You're the best, and you help maintain my arguably overinflated ego. I therefore had no issue with them knowing.

Some of the other readers found me online and knew me as Trollmamma, and that was also fine. I wasn't really up for revealing more of my personal details to just anyone i met in cyberspace.
I also had an anonymous persona where i wrote about things that would make your hair curl. Why? 'Cos I wanted to. End of. I'm a multi-faceted person with much to say, and I seem to say it best with my fingers.

Steady... Easy tiger.

So there i was with one semi-anonymous, semi-public blog, writing about my life and how my children affected it, or drove me insane, or delighted me.

Now this was not a "mommy-blog".

[And can I just say that writing the word "Mommy" with the American spelling annoys me, but it far better describes the phenomena of overly droolworthy and introspective bullshit that I have forced myself to endure on far too many an occasion. Oh you know what i mean: "oh my GOD, he POOED! in the POTTY! Genius, I'm telling you".]

However, since it talked about my kids, when the person who discovered my anonymous persona and my semi-anonymous persona both belonged to me, the real-life person, and then threatened to "out" me to work, the Spouse and fuck alone knows who else, I had to shut down operations. Here and there.

A pisser, but true.

But now I am sufficiently distanced from this weird and creepy person, and seem to no longer feature on their radar. Maybe they have found a new target upon whom to lavish their weirdness, or maybe they have faded into oblivion. I couldn't give a fuck either way. This time, I am once again semi-anonymous, but i am forewarned and therefore forearmed. Let 'em try their worst. I wouldn't give them odds against me any more.

My children are lovingly and endearingly referred to here as the Trolls -- BoyTroll (BT) and GirlTroll (GT). Both under the age of 10, both bright, intelligent and with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy, and both apparently put here on god's good earth to try me. And eat my food, and spend my money. Although in the latter, I know from other parents, they're not alone.

Anyway, I find myself lacking a place to write. Just stuff. Nonsense. Or not-nonsense. Sometimes I say things that make sense, ya know. I do.

Not often, but... yeah. Anyway. So here I am. Watch this space, Mae West lovers. You just know what kind of a ride we're in for....