Shhhhh . . .

I made the mistake, the other day, of showing my mother the post I wrote about Drew and his weird habits. I thought to myself, "Hey, she gave birth to the kid - she knows how bizarre his behavior is, and maybe it would make her feel better about the unexpected outcome of her first child if she could laugh at him." But boy was I surprised when she didn't react that way at all. She seemed to actually be somewhat offended. When I asked, "What's wrong? Aren't I funny/pretty enough?" She said "No, of course you're not pretty." and then she told me that she still wasn't sure about this whole blogging thing (partly because she still doesn't understand it). She seems to be worried that Paul may be offended by it (and what? fire his entire staff?) or that my boss wouldn't like to know that I occasionally complain about some of my customers as well. Whenever she expresses these concerns, I always say "Mom, there are about three people that read this blog - thats me, Drew, Jordan, and sometimes Jordan reads it out loud to Jeff." Paul checks the freakin blog all the time, and as long as Emily (my coworker) stops telling everyone where we work, my boss shouldn't really have a problem.

What I'm a bit worried about now is, obviously, the kick-ass mideivel counter. Because if my mother, in between her spam-reporting and solitaire-playing online activities, happens upon the Showcase of Depravity and then sees that almost 800 people have visited our site (even if that number is not at all accurate) - my story that only the 3 of us read it is going to be blown all to hell. So in any case, if a cute little southern lady asks you if you've ever heard of the Media Wave blog - shake your heads and say "Showcase of Depravity? Sounds like a gay-porn site to me." And you'll still be able to live with yourself because hey - that's pretty much true.


Kina