I have been toying, pretty seriously, with the idea of creating password-only entries. I wish I'd had the foresight to know that someday, having my real name attached to posts about blogging naked would be a real damper on my professional life.

Yeah, OK, seems obvious now.

The other day, I discovered a prospective employer read this blog. And despite the fact that I go to extreme lengths to respect the wishes of those I work for and live with in regards to privacy and intimacy?

Just the fact that I have a personal blog was enough to scare him off.

I don't know what this means to the Facebook generation, although maybe not much - since Facebook like Twitter, etc, is much more in the moment.

On the one hand, it took a lot for me to stick my flag in the dirt and say - this is ME. This is who I really am. I stand behind each word and each story and each post.

On the hand? Dude, I need a J-O-B. I need to work.

It absolutely destroys my creativity and honesty to be self-censoring each word and comma because something might be unacceptable to someone.

But what the hell is the alternative?

Meanwhile, the counter top guy will be here in a couple of hours and I'm thinking... shower? Clothes? Probably good idea.

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1 Oh, Damn. Sorry, hun. Yeah...the clothes might be a good thing...

Posted by: sue at September 18, 2007 05:00 AM (WbfZD)

2 I asked my boss from the beginning if blogging was going to be an issue. I was sure he had already seen it since he asked me where my blond hair was in the first interview. Ahem. He's cool with it, not like I really share anything bad, and I would never talk about my work other than my love for it, so... The right thing will come along. Promise.

Posted by: Angela Klocke at September 18, 2007 08:44 AM (YhJer)

3 Good question, no answer for you though. Helpful aren't I. I will say that clothes are usually a good thing when meeting with strange counter top people, unless you are looking for a discount...

Posted by: Jazzy at September 18, 2007 10:17 AM (OSIrc)

4 I have this dileama too! What can you write, what can't you write? Are you writing for the reader, of for the writer (ie; you). I wonder if Dooce looks back at her blog, and if she would have changed anything?

Posted by: Allycat at September 18, 2007 10:21 PM (dNKNL)

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I looked at the bills today, and what is left to be done to sell the house.

Then I sat Bear down with a maze book and did the inconceivable.

I applied for a full-time job.

If I get it, I will be thankful. I will work my ass off to be successful. And I don't blame anyone for the situation. I'm not a victim. I stand by every choice I have made that has brought me here. It's not the government's fault that being a stay home parent is a luxury. It's not society's fault that I hate the idea of daycare.

It is what it is. And we do what we must.

But that didn't stop me from laying my head on the table and trying not to cry. Quietly, so he wouldn't hear.

Vizzini: He didn't fall? Inconceivable!

Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

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Last fall, we lost Zazzoo. He was our elderly cat, and we were sad but also at peace. He'd been sick, and passing was a relief for him.

When he died, we told out remaining cat, Maggie Bear, that we wished she would stay with us a little longer. At 21, she is truly a grand old dame. And at 21, she is also the living embodiment of so much history.

She perked up a bit when we got Sara the Big Fluffy Dog. But now it's clear that was an Indian Summer... a short idyll before the winter.

We are losing Maggie Bear. Of all the bad news we've had lately - this is the most expected.

And yet, the worst to face.

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1 Oh, I'm sorry.

Posted by: Kris at September 13, 2007 12:41 AM (8zsKe)

2 Oh no, Elizabeth. I feel for you. We lost our Lady Caith last weekend, and I will freely admit I cried like a baby. She was a part of the family. I'll be thinking of you.

Posted by: Tammy at September 13, 2007 03:35 AM (M9ZVz)

3 Oh, I'm so sorry. I know how much our animals are a part of our family and it is so sad to lose them. My heart goes out to you.

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Some weeks ago, I had a Girl's Night Out with the women of the Mom's Blogs just before Blogher.

Afterwards I gave some of the out-of-towners a ride to their hotel.

I strongly suspect that someone lost a jar of flavored nipple cream when they were retrieving their swag bags, etc. from the trunk.

(Strawberry, btw.)

Either that or my husband's look of utter confusion and bugged-out eyes as we were cleaning his car yesterday are worthy of an Oscar.

Hyperventilating as I glared at him with the offending jar in my hand, he swore he had NO IDEA how FLAVORED NIPPLE CREAM got in the trunk of his car.

Eventually, we backtracked enough events to decide what must have happened.

Returning to his normal respiration, he took the jar and looked it over.

"As long as we have it..." he said with a smile.

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