Cover is blown

Well, there you have it. The moment I hoped would never come.

My mother found my blog - and read it.
She was bothered by the things I wrote, felt I was sharing too much....and sent me an email telling me so.

And here's the crazy thing - I felt like she had read my diary.

I know that this is a blog, and i don't have it locked up because I don't write anything here that I wouldn't tell a customer at the bar - I am the image of an open book. I don't worry about an employer taking issue with what I have written, and I do not use my real name because it IS a public (I typed pubic the first time - is Freud in the house ?) blog.

But still.

My gut instinct was to change my URL immediately.....but you know what, I'm not going to do that. And Mom, if you are reading, feel free to click on any of the blog links to your right, to see that what I write here is definitely within the range of normal. No deep dark secrets, no confessions of criminal acts, no nudity (I would never subject you to such a thing). And while it IS tempting to call out my mother by name, perhaps also adding her phone number and email address, so that you could reassure her that what I write here is perfectly OK in the blogospere, I would never do that.

Welcome to Adventures in Paradise, mom. I won't clean up my language, so be warned. But you are used to my potty mouth by now.....And since I tell you everything interesting over the phone anyway, there won't be any surprises here.