UPDATED: What would you do?

Let's say you've started a blog and, several months in, realize that some of the things you've chosen to write about aren't particularly appropriate to share with family, but too late 'cause they've been reading this entire time?

It was suggested that I not share the private details of our marriage with my family, as it might be difficult for them to forgive and forget. And, even though The Husband has assured me that he hasn't had a problem with anything I've written, I have to agree with The Shrink.

So, now what? Should I censor myself? Ask them to stop reading? Change site locations? Ignore the suggestion?

Help.


Updated to add: The reason I ask is because there is brand-spankin' new stuff I want to write and rage about, but I don't want to keep adding fuel to the fire, so to speak.

Nine totally random and insignificant things I can tell you about this photo.

1. I'm a freak. I change socks three to four times a day. I can't stand it when my feet feel dirty and there's nothing better than fresh, clean socks. This is why I never wear flip-flops or sandals. I just can't handle it.

2. These pants are too big for me everywhere except my butt. It's a problem.

3. This is a glass turtle candy dish which remains empty because I find it impossible to leave candy in our apartment, untouched. Unless it's hard candy. But even then it's debatable that it'll stay around for very long. I have approximately nineteen turtles throughout our apartment and nearly all of them were given to me by my mother-in-law who is, apparently, trying to make up for the live turtles I gave up years ago.

4. We purchased these sofas shortly after we moved in four years ago. We have used them maybe six times. We don't entertain often and, when we do, everyone gathers around the television in the den. I picked this set because of the chaise. I imagined myself curling up in it and reading for hours. Yeah. Didn't happen.

5. I finally started reading a book that has nothing to do with Edward Cullen or Twilight. (I know.) The book is Birthright by Nora Roberts. The first three words in the book are "Douglas Edward Cullen" which is the name of one of the main characters. Weird, right?

6. I bought this little television to put in our dining room which is where I used to do most of my scrapbooking. I haven't scrapbooked in months years and now the TV sits on the corner of my desk because I like the background noise. Except you have to turn it on if you want background noise and I rarely do.

7. I hate my hands. I have fat, oddly shaped fingers and I pick at my cuticles relentlessly until they bleed. I bite my nails which means they're always jagged and uneven and I'm so embarrassed of them that I won't even get a manicure. Sigh.

8. I have had nine book shelves on this wall until one became unstable and I had to take it down to repair the wall. Apparently these shelves weren't mean to carry loads of heavy books. I took the shelf down five months ago. I still haven't repaired anything except to spackle the original holes. And all those books up there? All romance novels. 'Cause I'm a major sucker.

9. I painted this wall when we moved in. It runs along the entire length of our apartment, ending in our dining room. Every time I paint something I remember being seventeen and finally talking my parents into letting me paint my bedroom. I had the biggest room in the house (aside from the master, of course) and I spent an entire week painting my walls light pink. It was the prettiest color. It was so light that, in direct sunlight, you could barely see the tint of color, but at night deepened into this lovely light rose. After years of living with mismatched hand-me-down furniture (it sucks being the middle child), I finally had the bedroom of my dreams. Six months later, the landlord sold the house and we moved.

I've shared nine random things about me. You have to share at least one. Go.

I'm not sure what the weather's doing.

Remember how I was all crazy and blah blah blah about the weather this weekend? Well, did I mention there was a chance of snow? A FOUR PERCENT CHANCE OF SNOW? The Husband totally doubted me.

And yesterday? When it SNOWED ON US? Yeah, I looked at him and said, what up now, bitch?

It snowed on us while we made our way to Mirror Lake. Neither of us thought it was cold enough to stick, but on our way back through the same area, there was a very fresh, white and GORGEOUS layer of snow on the ground. It was incredible.

I know many of you are from parts of the country that have seen snow for months now, and I apologize for my enthusiasm, but this southern California girl doesn't get to experience mother nature at her finest like this. And, yes, I said finest.

The trees were lush and green, having started to make their transition into spring, and there was this lovely white layer of snow clinging to their branches. I've only seen snow that was clinging to the lifeless limbs of poor gray trees having gone into hibernation for the winter.

This Yosemite trip has been incredibly different from the last, which was many, many years ago with my family. Let me tell you, it's a lot more fun when you don't have to worry about your mom yelling at you for paddling the raft in the wrong direction and how did you get stuck in a raft on a lake with your insane mother in the first place?

Yes, it has legs and they're almost as short as mine.

Well, it seems my mother (a.k.a. "anonymous") is the winner of this "game" except that no one really wins when confronted with the wrath of a daughter thwarted. (You and me, mom. Anytime. Any place.)

Oh, did I mention she gave me the mug?

Family. I'm just not sure there's enough wine.

Are you ready to give up?

The Game. Updated.

I may be making a huge mistake here, but I've decided to skip over image two and three and go straight to number four. Two and three were basically identical to the first, but with more of the M showing. I hope this doesn't make it too easy for you. 'Cause, you know, big prizes involved.

That was supposed to be sarcastic. There aren't any prizes. I wish there were. I'd give you exactly what I've made in advertisements, but it wouldn't be enough to cover postage. Sigh.

Wanna play a game?

See that image above? What is it?

The first person to guess the correct answer wins a trip to The Pioneer Woman's website where they can enter their name into a real contest and possibly win a real prize. 'Cause I'm broke and that's how I roll.

I'll reveal more of the image tomorrow and as the day goes on. Take a guess. Take eighteen guesses. Be specific. Or don't. Whatever. There's nothing up for grabs, remember? I just feel like getting all interactive with you people. 'Cause I like you. (Insert creepy grin here.)

Happy Whatever.

Today is Earth Day. It's also Administrative Professionals Day. It's also Ignore Your Co-Workers For Being Idiots And Wishing You A Happy Administrative Professionals Day Day.

I hate this stupid lets-find-one-more-reason-to-eat holiday. I dread it every year. I'm doing my job. My paycheck is recognition enough, thank you very much. I do not need or want or like the extra attention that comes from celebrating this ridiculous day.

I work in a very large hotel. I'm just one of... um... thirty? administrative assistants. I mean professionals, of course. And each year, they turn this one completely meaningless day into a whole week of fun and games torture.

One day it’s a trivia game, the next it’s a group breakfast. Okay, I’m not a total scrooge. The assorted candy and snacks left on my desk were nice… but, please, for the love of all that’s sweet and chocolatey, let me get back to blogging work already!