This feels like my way out – but if it’s my ticket to a new career, or my sanity saver, I’m still not sure. That’s one thing I hope to discover in writing this.
…will I lose too much credibility if I fess up that I’m blogging at the urgings of my mom?
…would it be an easier pill to swallow if I called her my roommate?
Probably not, but
a) it’s not a unique situation;
b) she’s aware, without my ranting or raving, that it’s not easy living together – again; and
c) I might not like admitting it, but she’s a very smart woman, and if she says a blog would do me well, she’s probably right.
She also knew I’d need my anonymity to have a candid blog and suggested I use a pseudonym. I guess I pick & choose the advice I follow from my mother – eating healthy? Not when the kids aren’t looking. Clean my room? I haven’t really gotten around to it. Schedule a check-up? Yeah, when the Clock Fairy adds a twenty-fifth hour to one of my days. Start a blog? Alright. Pseudonym? Has the ring of sound follow-up advice.
It’s true, my name’s not Tammy. I appreciated the Sweet Potato Queen books and the author Jill Connor Browne’s gift of Tammy-anonymity that she gave to each of her friends referenced in the book (so as not to incriminate anyone, ALL of them were referred to as Tammy). I as unique, as common, and as requiring of anonymity as each of her Tammy’s, and I hope she won’t mind my adopting the name.
No glammy? Well, I’m not, and google said it wasn’t being used – too often it’s as simple as that, but there you have it. Probably one of the ways people end up with names like stupid.domain.name for their blogs, which I just found by doing a google search and I’ll take this as an opportunity to give Mr. Patrik Fältström a shout-out and hope that he does not take offense to my mention of him here – in fact, I think he & I, both searching for an outlet and unused domain names, probably have a lot in common.
So far I haven’t found words to express my disappointment about the Proposition 8 court rulings from earlier today, and it’s not something that can be readily expressed at work, not really around the dinner table with young children. I’d like to clarify that I don’t think it’s inappropriate subject matter, if presented in an age-appropriate manner, however I personally feel so let down by California, and in particular by my conservative community that went on a rampage of posting Vote Yes On Prop 8 signs around yards and buildings and boulevards and taped to the sides of houses, that I don’t know that I could express myself adequately without swearing just yet. I feel like these neighbors of mine are trying to dictate the rights of others, and I feel like their loud & demonstrative manner has done exactly what they said they did not want done – they have dragged the schools and the teachers and the children into a political mire that I feel they’ve created, when I’m none too sure why it is that they couldn’t leave it alone. Why isn’t it enough for them to exercise their rights not to enter into a same-sex marriage? I have yet to grasp their argument, that homosexual marriages hurt heterosexual unions – but I know I should be able to “get it”, because today I feel as though my own marriage has been hurt and has been weakened by the court ruling upholding these people’s wish to deny same-sex couples from getting married. I guess I’ll have to noodle over it a while longer.
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