Saturday, January 06, 2007

When They Know you Blog

You may have noticed my lovely new look. The grey, combined with the grey, wet, hurricane-like weather here was just depressing me too much. This is much....sunnier.

Not to mention the lovely advertising of my husband and son in the previous header. It was screaming, "See! See what they look like!"

I'm a little paranoid. I have this active meter thingy that shows me not just how many people are reading my blog, but where they are from. Yes. I know all of you from way over in Eastern Canada and the USA come here a lot, and I think it's great! Makes me want to visit your area! I am totally fascinated with who is reading my blog and where they are from. It is, by far, one of the coolest parts of having a blog (besides when you all leave comments, which I love even more).

So I have blogged merrily away until I noticed that someone from my very town is reading my blog. Which wouldn't matter if I lived somewhere big enough to have a Walmart like the city where there's a million or so people. This town is small. Really small. It's driving me nuts trying to figure out who it is, and I've been eyeing the cashiers in the grocery store, the neighbors, and staff at Jake's school. Do I really want them to know that we have that nasty t-shirt in our closet? Or that I'm really such a scatterbrain? That I accidentally flashed people at Disneyland? What if more people read? What if the whole town, including my neighbors read? This place is small enough that if enough people know, everyone will know. I don't even tell people I have a blog, unlike Jake who is Mr. Tell-Everyone-Everything-All-The-Time,

"My Mom has this thing called a blog where she writes, and it's called "Notes From the Cookie Jar", and if you're mean she'll blog you." Well, not really. Only if it's sorta funny. Or if I'm really irritated. And even then I'll change a lot of it. I want his friends finding it, or his friend's parents? I'm not sure. I don't really know. Probably not. I don't want to give people any more fodder to tease him with.

So in the interest of keeping who we are a little less obvious, I changed things a little. Just so that, you know, I won't have some cashier at the grocery store asking about the shirt, or my neighbor discovering that I think she's nosey, or even my Mom phoning me up for a good scolding. Just in case. I even changed our names.

Because being anonymous can be a good thing too, you know.

(So mysterious reader, if you know who we are and are reading, leave me a comment and put me out of my misery. Otherwise I'm going to be eyeing everyone in town with suspicion-hee hee!)

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