I'm going to ask the audience. (Um... that would be you guys. You know, the five of you that are still around reading me. The ones that haven't gotten bored with my boringness lately, slinking off to frequent other, more interesting blogs. Yeah, you.)
You all know that I don't use real names here. That's not going to change. If I wanted someone from real life to be able to find me on the Internet, I'd give them the URL. These days, everyone Googles everyone, and while I'm pretty up front and honest about my life with anyone, I just don't think you need to come find this cozy little place via a Google search for my name. It would be like some long lost friend from 20 years ago just suddenly showing up on my front doorstep. While it would be nice to see them and get caught up on life, I'd really rather they didn't get their current information from the state of my unvacuumed living room, or the dishes on the counter. Some advance notice is always nice for new people showing up. That way, we can plan a party.
Of course, this only applies to people I have some deep seated need to impress. You know, anyone from high school when my future was planned to perfection. Which I'll remind you is NOT where it is now. Anyone else is welcome to come by anytime they want, brush the dog hair off the sofa cushion, grab a drink out of the fridge, and sit down with me to watch the insanity that is my life play itself out.
So yeah, the names will always remain anonymous. However, I've begun thinking lately that maybe I should post some pictures, if for no other reason than to verify that yes, I really do have that husband and kids I'm always babbling about. My fear in that goes back to some of the scary traffic hits I get, and my paranoia about someone, somewhere actually recognizing one of my kids and thus bringing the big, bad scary world right to our doorsteps.
My question to you is this...... should I start including pictures of my life here in the desert hell that is Arizona? Or should I keep things photo-less, and continue to encourage you all to exercise those imagination muscles by trying to decide if I'm blonde, brunette or a stunning redhead?
Let me know what you think, and why. Yes, this is a mini-essay quiz, boys and girls. But if simple "yes" or "no" answers are not accepted out of my children, why should you be any different?