Emily asks "So…what is the reason(s) you don't share your blog with family/friends? Would you ever in the future?"
When I first started blogging, I did it on a whim, to give it a try. It didn't make sense to tell my family and friends if it wasn't going to stick around. Now, I don't tell people because I'm not sure I want people I "know" to read my innermost thoughts. When I first blogged I used it a little too much for therapy, but had to take some posts down because I was worried about people finding them.
I also don't want people judging me. I think inside I'm still a dorky highschooler, who desperately wants to be part of the "popular" crowd. I'm worried people will think blogging is weird and laugh at me. Do other people feel this way? Especially you "power" bloggers. I know at least one, Hi Beth, reads this. What's it like when people you really know read your blog? Do they think it's weird and bizarre and geeky?
I'm not sure if I'll tell them in the future. I guess I assume in my circle of friends and family no one reads blogs. But I'm sure at some point I will be outed.
Beth asks, "Why don't you like Michael's name?"
She knows that I don't from this post.
Doug and I didn't find out what gender we were having when I was pregnant. It's a Jewish tradition to name for a deceased relative with the first letter of that persons name, therefore, I needed an "M" since we were naming for my Grandma Minnie and Grandpa Maurice.
Doug and I could not agree on names. I like, what Doug calls, "new age names." I wanted Madison for a girl, Mason or Milo for a boy. Doug likes very traditional names. He wanted Meghn for a girl and Malcolm for a boy. I finally got him to agree on Madeline for a girl, and I was thrilled because that is one of my favorite names. But, we could not agree on a boys name (which should have clued me in that I was having a boy, because that is how my life works). Michael was the only name that Doug and I both didn't hate. (He almost passed out when I suggested Milo, he hated it sooo much.)
On the way to the hospital, in labor, I said to Doug, we really need a boys name. He said Michael, I said fine, but I hate Mike, so he has to be Michael forever. We already had a middle name, Nolan, which is my Mother in law's maiden name. I will say, though, he is such a Michael.
But, I have never really liked the name. It' just so boring and unimaginative. And I still think Milo is really cute.
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ah…i wish it was just a letter for me!! my mother still won’t forgive me for not naming my first-born Berta, or her English name Betty, after her mother.
ah…i wish it was just a letter for me!! my mother still won’t forgive me for not naming my first-born Berta, or her English name Betty, after her mother.
ah…i wish it was just a letter for me!! my mother still won’t forgive me for not naming my first-born Berta, or her English name Betty, after her mother.
ah…i wish it was just a letter for me!! my mother still won’t forgive me for not naming my first-born Berta, or her English name Betty, after her mother.
This is great, the asking of the questions and the answering of the questions…very entertaining.
In regards to your q/a about blogging:
People who I do tell that I blog, I never tell them my site. I just thought about this last night at a concert thinking, at least some of these people have blogs, and they could be reading mine and have no clue that I’m right here in the same room.
That’s a little creepy to me. And, I post a lot of my venting on my blog, so it’s a hit or miss in regards to what I will post about. I’d rather keep this blog for me, to be open, and if they find it and read it, I just hope they are mature enough to not say anything.
This is great, the asking of the questions and the answering of the questions…very entertaining.
In regards to your q/a about blogging:
People who I do tell that I blog, I never tell them my site. I just thought about this last night at a concert thinking, at least some of these people have blogs, and they could be reading mine and have no clue that I’m right here in the same room.
That’s a little creepy to me. And, I post a lot of my venting on my blog, so it’s a hit or miss in regards to what I will post about. I’d rather keep this blog for me, to be open, and if they find it and read it, I just hope they are mature enough to not say anything.
This is great, the asking of the questions and the answering of the questions…very entertaining.
In regards to your q/a about blogging:
People who I do tell that I blog, I never tell them my site. I just thought about this last night at a concert thinking, at least some of these people have blogs, and they could be reading mine and have no clue that I’m right here in the same room.
That’s a little creepy to me. And, I post a lot of my venting on my blog, so it’s a hit or miss in regards to what I will post about. I’d rather keep this blog for me, to be open, and if they find it and read it, I just hope they are mature enough to not say anything.
This is great, the asking of the questions and the answering of the questions…very entertaining.
In regards to your q/a about blogging:
People who I do tell that I blog, I never tell them my site. I just thought about this last night at a concert thinking, at least some of these people have blogs, and they could be reading mine and have no clue that I’m right here in the same room.
That’s a little creepy to me. And, I post a lot of my venting on my blog, so it’s a hit or miss in regards to what I will post about. I’d rather keep this blog for me, to be open, and if they find it and read it, I just hope they are mature enough to not say anything.
I just started blogging because as a stay home mom I suddenly found myself reading too many blogs to count… and I thought… “hey, I could do that”. I told my husband… and he just gave me one of those “you’re such a dork” looks. So… so far I’m not telling anyone I know. Although, I have been tempted to tell some other moms.
I just started blogging because as a stay home mom I suddenly found myself reading too many blogs to count… and I thought… “hey, I could do that”. I told my husband… and he just gave me one of those “you’re such a dork” looks. So… so far I’m not telling anyone I know. Although, I have been tempted to tell some other moms.
I just started blogging because as a stay home mom I suddenly found myself reading too many blogs to count… and I thought… “hey, I could do that”. I told my husband… and he just gave me one of those “you’re such a dork” looks. So… so far I’m not telling anyone I know. Although, I have been tempted to tell some other moms.
I just started blogging because as a stay home mom I suddenly found myself reading too many blogs to count… and I thought… “hey, I could do that”. I told my husband… and he just gave me one of those “you’re such a dork” looks. So… so far I’m not telling anyone I know. Although, I have been tempted to tell some other moms.
Thanks for answering!!! Isn’t it funny how after a child is born you can tell if they “fit” the name? Even though we picked out Ethan’s name ahead of time…he was just such an Ethan.
Thanks for answering!!! Isn’t it funny how after a child is born you can tell if they “fit” the name? Even though we picked out Ethan’s name ahead of time…he was just such an Ethan.
Thanks for answering!!! Isn’t it funny how after a child is born you can tell if they “fit” the name? Even though we picked out Ethan’s name ahead of time…he was just such an Ethan.
Thanks for answering!!! Isn’t it funny how after a child is born you can tell if they “fit” the name? Even though we picked out Ethan’s name ahead of time…he was just such an Ethan.
At my current job everyone reads my blog. I started it because we were going to ask homeless women – don’t laugh – to blog and I wanted to know what that meant. I became hooked. So I have avoided certain issues that I would rather not be fodder for cubicle gossip.
As far as names, I love Milo. I know an awesome high school sophomore named Milo (his parents named him for the character in The Phantom Tollbooth).
I held out until I “got” the names I wanted for the kids. It wasn’t much of a fight for the boys – my husband likes their names.
But 10 minutes after our daughter’s birth (without an epidural which wasn’t planned) we still couldn’t agree on a name (read he wouldn’t accept the name I wanted). SO I pulled the “what? The last few hours don’t count for anything?” He moaned “oh you didn’t just say that!” but gave in.
And by the way, we get a million compliments on our daughter’s name!
At my current job everyone reads my blog. I started it because we were going to ask homeless women – don’t laugh – to blog and I wanted to know what that meant. I became hooked. So I have avoided certain issues that I would rather not be fodder for cubicle gossip.
As far as names, I love Milo. I know an awesome high school sophomore named Milo (his parents named him for the character in The Phantom Tollbooth).
I held out until I “got” the names I wanted for the kids. It wasn’t much of a fight for the boys – my husband likes their names.
But 10 minutes after our daughter’s birth (without an epidural which wasn’t planned) we still couldn’t agree on a name (read he wouldn’t accept the name I wanted). SO I pulled the “what? The last few hours don’t count for anything?” He moaned “oh you didn’t just say that!” but gave in.
And by the way, we get a million compliments on our daughter’s name!
At my current job everyone reads my blog. I started it because we were going to ask homeless women – don’t laugh – to blog and I wanted to know what that meant. I became hooked. So I have avoided certain issues that I would rather not be fodder for cubicle gossip.
As far as names, I love Milo. I know an awesome high school sophomore named Milo (his parents named him for the character in The Phantom Tollbooth).
I held out until I “got” the names I wanted for the kids. It wasn’t much of a fight for the boys – my husband likes their names.
But 10 minutes after our daughter’s birth (without an epidural which wasn’t planned) we still couldn’t agree on a name (read he wouldn’t accept the name I wanted). SO I pulled the “what? The last few hours don’t count for anything?” He moaned “oh you didn’t just say that!” but gave in.
And by the way, we get a million compliments on our daughter’s name!
At my current job everyone reads my blog. I started it because we were going to ask homeless women – don’t laugh – to blog and I wanted to know what that meant. I became hooked. So I have avoided certain issues that I would rather not be fodder for cubicle gossip.
As far as names, I love Milo. I know an awesome high school sophomore named Milo (his parents named him for the character in The Phantom Tollbooth).
I held out until I “got” the names I wanted for the kids. It wasn’t much of a fight for the boys – my husband likes their names.
But 10 minutes after our daughter’s birth (without an epidural which wasn’t planned) we still couldn’t agree on a name (read he wouldn’t accept the name I wanted). SO I pulled the “what? The last few hours don’t count for anything?” He moaned “oh you didn’t just say that!” but gave in.
And by the way, we get a million compliments on our daughter’s name!
I love the name Michael. It would have been on my boy-name list except that I have an ex-boyfriend named Mike and that seemed a little weird.
I love the name Michael. It would have been on my boy-name list except that I have an ex-boyfriend named Mike and that seemed a little weird.
I love the name Michael. It would have been on my boy-name list except that I have an ex-boyfriend named Mike and that seemed a little weird.
I love the name Michael. It would have been on my boy-name list except that I have an ex-boyfriend named Mike and that seemed a little weird.
I am going to carry–”He almost passed out when I said Milo he hated it sooo much!” with me from now on.That made me laugh so hard! We agonized over names. Since then I have often thought back at the girls I ridiculed for thinking up names in grade school, consensus is so difficult with names. It’s god that in the end you think he is a Michael, perhaps he’ll change the name for you.
I am going to carry–”He almost passed out when I said Milo he hated it sooo much!” with me from now on.That made me laugh so hard! We agonized over names. Since then I have often thought back at the girls I ridiculed for thinking up names in grade school, consensus is so difficult with names. It’s god that in the end you think he is a Michael, perhaps he’ll change the name for you.
I am going to carry–”He almost passed out when I said Milo he hated it sooo much!” with me from now on.That made me laugh so hard! We agonized over names. Since then I have often thought back at the girls I ridiculed for thinking up names in grade school, consensus is so difficult with names. It’s god that in the end you think he is a Michael, perhaps he’ll change the name for you.
I am going to carry–”He almost passed out when I said Milo he hated it sooo much!” with me from now on.That made me laugh so hard! We agonized over names. Since then I have often thought back at the girls I ridiculed for thinking up names in grade school, consensus is so difficult with names. It’s god that in the end you think he is a Michael, perhaps he’ll change the name for you.