It's ME!!! It Really IS ME!!!!
First of all, welcome to my new identity. It wasn't easy to do, but I had to leave SN Martha behind. I hope all of my fellow playdates found me.
So here's the deal. Last night when I was trying to forget about losing my wedding ring, I spent about an hour on the web doing NOTHING. So I'm over on Google, and I find this little search option that lets you look for your name in other people's blogs. So, curious to see if anyone is talking trash about me (thinkin' it's time for a smack-down if they were), I entered my name, my husband's name, blah blah blah. And came up with NOTHIN'. So, on a whim, I entered my maiden name. Holy COW--- my blog was the first result out of about a hundred. Suddenly, I'm all paranoid that someone from high school will find my blog, or former boyfriends who are still agonizing over losing me, you get the idea.
The paranoia is justified, trust me. I got an email last night from someone who has been looking for me for a while, apparently. Someone who I was all to happy to lose touch with in the first place. I can only imagine what would happen if by chance someone decided to look for me through a blog search. Stranger things have happened. After all, this Blast From My Past is back, why not someone else???
And with what my husband does for a living, which I will no longer discuss here (those of you who know, hush it), huge problems could develop if I'm outed (Dooced, whatever).
So, call me Over Dramatic, Paranoid, Egocentric, whatever. But SNM is gone. Welcome to The June Cleaver Diaries.
First of all, welcome to my new identity. It wasn't easy to do, but I had to leave SN Martha behind. I hope all of my fellow playdates found me.
So here's the deal. Last night when I was trying to forget about losing my wedding ring, I spent about an hour on the web doing NOTHING. So I'm over on Google, and I find this little search option that lets you look for your name in other people's blogs. So, curious to see if anyone is talking trash about me (thinkin' it's time for a smack-down if they were), I entered my name, my husband's name, blah blah blah. And came up with NOTHIN'. So, on a whim, I entered my maiden name. Holy COW--- my blog was the first result out of about a hundred. Suddenly, I'm all paranoid that someone from high school will find my blog, or former boyfriends who are still agonizing over losing me, you get the idea.
The paranoia is justified, trust me. I got an email last night from someone who has been looking for me for a while, apparently. Someone who I was all to happy to lose touch with in the first place. I can only imagine what would happen if by chance someone decided to look for me through a blog search. Stranger things have happened. After all, this Blast From My Past is back, why not someone else???
And with what my husband does for a living, which I will no longer discuss here (those of you who know, hush it), huge problems could develop if I'm outed (Dooced, whatever).
So, call me Over Dramatic, Paranoid, Egocentric, whatever. But SNM is gone. Welcome to The June Cleaver Diaries.
posted by The June Cleaver Diaries at 12:32 PM
6 Comments:
Hi June! You are not alone - Aginoth was dooced a while ago by work!
To be you will always be Martha - but June is good :-)
[hugs] to help send that nasty person away.....
cq
June (SNM), I will have to look into the google problem you mentioned. I thought I had done this before, but it sounds like you found some other weird ways of being connected to your blog. Scary. Thanks for the heads up - I found your new link through Misfit Hausfrau's comment section.
Yay June! Glad you figured it all out. Now lets get crackin on the playdate...
I'm LOVIN' the new name!
I'm feeling good about my own Google status, as there is a Susan Wagner high school in New Jersy, which apparently sends out a press release every time a student farts, so you have to dig through a LOT of crap to find me. Then again, it's pretty much crap once you find me, too . . .
Glad you're back! What about your ring?
Found the ring, but I debated about whether or not to let Hubby know---craziequeen suggested he should just buy me a new one if the old one was never found. Turns out it was under the bathroom scale. And there's another reason tomthrow the scale out the window..
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