My parents Googled me and they found my blog. A little disconcerting because this is an outlet I love and appreciate, and I feel others can occasionally find something to laugh at. I hate that I have to censor myself to the blogger world. Though, my veil of anonymity is thin at best (thank you bloggy hours and meet-ups), I know that I am known as Desiree with my blogger friends, not as "So and So's Child"....
I also feel like my highly valued privacy has been upset by them finding the inner ramblings of my mind and the fountain of truth from which springs forth the workings of my private life--generally a mystery to them.
Frankly, I am a little mad, but I guess every blogger hits a point where their presence is no longer defined by that gray area of "I have met her at Marvin but I don't really know her" because my parents, they certainly know me. Now they know me a little better than I wanted them to.
I don't want to change my writing style, or give up the jewels of un-wisdom that make Desiree such a lovable loser but I believe I must. No longer can I be so glib about the awful things that make me laugh--or sick in the mind. Oh wells-yo. I have been identified.