It is Wednesday night. Do you know what that means?
It means my parents are at church and I can play on their internet!
Technically, I have access to The Internet, but, not really.
I have yet to set up my computer in the room that we are staying in and my dsl modem (hells yeah I ordered my own DSL) will not arrive until May 16th . So, that means the only internet connection available is the one on my Mom's computer, which means I can only use it when she's not here, or when she's talking on the phone in another room.
Excuse me for one minute.
Clear browsing history.
Clear cache.
Delete cookies.
Ok. What was I talking about again? Ah, yes, the fact that I am a wimp who doesn't want my parents to know that I have a blog.
How old am I again?
I know it's only a matter of time until they find it, because my mother finally learned how to use "google".
Last night, she was all "I think I have a *insert infection that I am not willing to name in case she googles it again* and I'm going to google it!"
I'll admit, I panicked a little and started to recall if I had ever written about *insert infection that I will not name*.
"Let me look it up for you!" I shouted as I practically knocked her down to get to the computer first.
If she ever googles "Aerobic Dancing" I'm so screwed.
I just had a conversation about this with my sister last week. She asked if I was ever going to tell my parents about this blog. She asked me if I was tired of "hiding."
I don't feel like I'm hiding. (as I'm clearing "browsing history" for the 15th time in 2 minutes while listening for a car pulling up in the driveway) For me, it's more about feeling like I don't have to tell them everything that I do in my life.
They would not approve.
They would be offended by the things that I write.
So, what benefit would it be to me or to them to tell them about it?
I know there are people reading this who don't understand what the big deal is, but you don't know my parents.
They are good people, but they have ZERO tolerance for anything that does not align with their beliefs.
I was 30 years old when my parents found out that I "drink devil water" (thank you for ratting me out, SON.) and OH MAN, you people do not understand what I had to listen to for days and even now, five years later.
Maybe I am hiding, but I think of it more as "choosing not to deal."
Does your family know about your blog? If so, does it affect how/what you write? I know that if I KNEW my parents were reading, I'd certainly feel the need to censor myself.
And, honestly, is that what you want?
I don't think that it is.







If my parents ever read my blog, they'd be..eh, bored, but I can understand the "clear history" thing, I am anal about that at my parents house!