Inner Sanctum of My Thoughts

I love blogging, and I love blogging anonymously. Eventually I may come clean about who I am or what I am or if in fact, I am, but for now it is just virtual meanderings through the endless bloggosphere. I will post facts I have found quite interesting and links that widen my eyes with disbelief like the fact that there is a earthquake fault underneath 125th street in Manhattan or a forest of death at the foot of Mount Fuji. You see those types of unrelated facts I gather on a day to day basis. I am desperately trying to educate myself, both in the traditional way with exams and assignments and deadlines, and in the more free kind of hit or miss way.
Now a little about me. I am hopelessly unorganized both in mind and matter. My house is a dizzying array of clothes, papers, toys and stuff I may need someday. I have five kids, all deliciously creative so much so ,that when in the creative spirit, they do not seem to hear me at all. My voice is the white noise in the house which can simply be phased out, especially when the voice is mentioning something about tidying up or putting away. My husband is a constant ego booster who never mentions the words: fat , messy or disorganized. I have a full time job - bookkeeping (totally not me), a part time blogging job for which I get paid . I am in the achingly slow process of writing a novel whose characters are more alive to me than my neighbors. (sallow faced people who weed and walk the dog).
I will bring up all types of topics, but only when I feel like. This blog is my stream of consciousness and as soon as I feel a plug -I will cease to blog and stop mid blog.
I would love feedback as long as you don't mention the words fat, messy or disorganized. Don't bother with my grammar as it stinks and I know it, but cannot seem to get the hang of it.
By the way I hate facebook, although I do enjoy looking at pictures of friends of friends and try to work out where they have gotten to and who is that guy they hanging out with and dang that kid is 10 years younger than me and looks like he made a pretty penny and how the hell did he do it when I, who seems to be pretty okay, is still struggling to pay the bills and working in a mind numbing 9 t05 job when all I want to do is what I want to do, but cannot do because of all those bills that keep stuffing up my mail box.