Monday, June 4, 2007

I Think I Preferred the Writers Block

Written by Sara from Suburban Oblivion

A funny thing happened on the way to writing my TopBlogMag post this week- I got a little stumped. We were given the theme of “How Embarrassing”, and while I’ve had WAY more than my share of minorly embarrassing moments, nothing noteworthy stands out. So I decided to give it a day or two and mull it over; something would pop into my head.

Ask, and ye shall receive. Only instead of popping into my head, it came straight to my inbox.

I have been playing around on Facebook recently, and figured out I could stream my RSS feed from my blog there. Great way to reach new readers, right? Great until I get a message this past Wednesday from my husband’s 18 year old nephew-

“hey hey hey... well its always nice to look under ur news feed and have one of the first things u see is sumthin ur aunt posted about orgasms... nice...lol”

Oh. My. God. Can I die now, please?

There are reasons my husband and family don’t read my blog, and this would be one of them. I don’t use my blog to rant about my in-laws, I am lucky enough to have great ones, but I do use it to talk about everything else. Everything else. Including things like orgasms and husband rants and any number of things I wouldn’t normally bring up at visits with my in-laws.

I gained my composure quickly and sent him a message saying that having 3 kids I’m pretty sure we all knew I have orgasms, at least we’d hope I do, and if he couldn’t handle it he certainly didn’t have to read my feed updates. He laughed and agreed, and that’s where we left it.

The next family dinner should be fun.

Sara is a 28 year old stay at home mom to 3 kids living in the Redneck Riviera, aka Lower Alabama. When she is not taming the trio of Satan’s spawn, she works part time, hides out from her playgroup, serves on the PTA, and tries to avoid being detected by the neighborhood Gapmoms.

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12 comments:

Anonymous said...

It would be nice if there was some kind of cloaking device we could activate for certain posts so that only certain people could see. More specifically, so that certain people couldn't see.

I love your author's blurb. I never get tired of the phrase "Redneck Riviera."

June 4, 2007 at 7:43 AM
Not From Lapland said...

I was cringing along with you there. Thank god I haven't told any of my family about my blog...for just that reason.

June 4, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Anonymous said...

I must admit, this is hilarious! I'm always imagining scenarios like this when I blog : ).

June 5, 2007 at 6:21 AM
Maude Lynn said...

I'll have nightmares tonight about my 11 year old niece stumbling across some of the stuff I've written! Very funny post!

June 5, 2007 at 12:20 PM
Anonymous said...

I saw that post when you posted it and my only thought was how lucky to have any! LOL! Sorry, I just had to say that. I hear you about the embarrassment and I'm with surviving motherhood on the cringing part, but, we are who we are and our families are just gonna have to get used to it! Can I come to dinner on family night? I loved it!

June 5, 2007 at 10:08 PM
Anonymous said...

Oh gee, you have affirmed my belief that my family should never read my posts or comments.

May I come to dinner? :)

June 7, 2007 at 1:49 AM
One Tired Mom said...

Wow sounds familiar! I still can't believe my grandma read my blog. At least he was joking with you about it!

June 7, 2007 at 4:59 PM
Jennifer said...

Very, very funny AND embarrassing! At least he had a sense of humor about it... I like Megan's idea of the cloaking device.

June 7, 2007 at 8:16 PM
Heather said...

I like Megan's idea. Selective topic cloaking. oh yay!

Very funny at your expense, thanks for the laugh!

June 8, 2007 at 11:35 AM
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