In the basement of the local Congregational Church...

Hi, I'm Mrs. Chicky and I'm addicted to blogging.

Hi Mrs. Chicky.

The cat is out of the bag... Yes, I am addicted to writing my blog and to reading other people's blogs. This was a problem I had under control until recently when I started checking out other people's blog rolls. Ultimately, I would find one or two new blogs that set my heart a-twitter and promptly bookmarked them, adding to the already huge list of blogs that I read on a semi-daily basis.

*taking a sip of coffee to compose myself*

This was always my little secret that I kept from my friends and family. Sure, the Hubby knows, but he loves me enough to turn a blind eye. Besides, its not hurting anyone. I still devote oodles of time to Chicky Baby's care and well-being. Sometimes up to 3 minutes at a time. I mean, hey, a girl's got to do something while waiting for her blogging buddies to update their sites. Might as well play with the baby, maybe change a diaper. Possibly do a shot.

But this past weekend, while spending time at Casa de Chicky to babysit her niece, my sister found out about my blog site.

*another long sip of coffee. hand noticeably shaking.*

I have intentionally kept this privileged information under wraps, not telling my friends or family about my blog for one very good reason. Where the hell else am I going to go to bitch and moan about all of them? Do you think I'm a big enough person to do that to their face? Noooo. I am a small, small person. But now my sister knows and I wonder if this will influence how and what I write.

Will I censor myself?

Oh, the horror.

And, really, its nobody else's business that I write about them on a public blog. Who the hell are they to think that their private lives are actually, uh, private? And its not like I post their pictures, or their social security numbers, here (but don't piss me off, I have a hair trigger temper). Everybody has their "thing" that they do on the internet. Chat rooms, fantasy baseball leagues, porn sites dedicated to marsupial love (ah, the love between a man and a wombat).

I know from reading your blogs that most of you have shared your site with people you know, and not just the friends you've made in the blogosphere. Did it start that way or did they ply you with gin and Nyquil to get your url? Do you find yourself watering down your content to keep yourself in the good graces, and the wills, of your family?

So, please, help me welcome to my readership.... Aunt Chicky.

She's lucky she regularly brings wine when she comes to visit or I might have been really freaked out by this.