Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Why I'm Lockin' It Down...

I started a freakin' business on the friggin' internet!!
I can be googled.
I searched Facebook.
And my blog comes up!!
Oh My Fuckin' Shit!!!

Now my husband knows about it. He's known for awhile...he doesn't understand why anyone would blog.
To strangers...."And they read it?"
"yeah I have a followin'."

But HE doesn't know everything I put in it.
It'd freak his shit out!
My friends and family do not know about it and would die on the spot if they knew I what I actually thought about them.
That whole 2ndWife thing...that's too much for some folks.
My daughter...would just disown me...again.
I told my sister once. She never responded in any way shape or form.
I don't think it sunk in.
And if she knew about the stripper....she'd melt thru the floor in shame.

And seein's how I can only have 100 readers allowed...I can only pick my trusted friends.

I tried to be a grown up and look what happens.

12 comments:

jenX said...

I never thought you wrote anything terrible! But, I do understand going private. Thanks for the invite!!!

Sherrie said...

Thank you for inviting me, I think of you as a trusted friend as well and would miss you enormously if I could no longer visit here. In my opinion, here is where you allow yourself to be you, I understand that more than you know. Hence one of the reasons I think I don't blog anymore, I feel as though I can't just be me without someone worrying, or judging or disagreeing, know what I mean?

And I think you are an amazing woman. I enjoy your blogs and thoughts immensely and feel as though you're a kindred spirit.

Thanks for opening your door and heart to me.

Katy said...

I wondered why you went private!!!

Sherrie said...

Oh and p.s.............what stripper?

♥georgie♥ said...

OMGosh you are so funny...I am glad I was a chosen one!

Gina (Mannyed) said...

Yes, I'm innn! Sorry you had to go private, but I'm VERY GLAD you get to continue blogging.

MizAngie said...

After you mentioned this the other day I googled "MizAngie" and my blog came up. *sigh* I'm not gonna worry about it (no husband, no freaked out kids, etc). Judging by my comments (as in hardly any) lately everybody has moved on from my blog anyway.

Thanks for including me on your list of friends. I'm very lucky!

ReRe said...

thanks for the invite!

me said...

....oh thank god....I'm one of the chosen...I would've been crushed and had to facebook stalk you until you added me...hee hee...kidding.....I totally understand why you went private...I've left my msn space as nothing but a page to share pictures...people were reading my blog entirely the wrong way....some people just don't have a sense of humor...anywya...thanks for keeping me....

Big Dog Mom Pam said...

I'm so happy that I'm included. I would so miss coming to visit you. I don't think anything was terrible, but I understand freaked out peeps reading stuff they didn't want to hear. Like Mom always said, eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves . . .

Becca said...

Thanks for the invite chickie poo!

DavidShag said...

I blog under a pseudonym and change all names/places, etc so that I can be free to be completely honest. So after a couple of years (I used to be on Spaces - switched to here in a fit of pique when they changed it yet again over there) anyway, after a couple of years I let the address of the site out to three different people who had no connection with my other friends and who didn't know any of the people I was writing about. To the best of my knowledge, not one of them ever read a single entry. So i guess you should be complimented that at least you attract the crazies...
I am always astonished, really, by the folks who blog under their own identity. I have learned that when I write something about someone, no matter how glowing - or even, when I took a shot at fiction, something loosely BASED ON someone, the person ALWAYS reads something different than what I thought I said. I even notice that normal sane readers (of who I have one or two) can often completely fixate on a single descriptive point and apparently not see what i actually said. If I ever write about the death of me dear old Mom (god forbid) and happen to mention among 5,000 words that the hearse was a maroon Buick, I'll likely get reams about Buicks or the color maroon.

OMG, I'm doing it, aren't I?

I am glad you are open again to hoi polloi, so I can read you...