A Blogger's Dilemma

I'm having an online identity crisis. Things have changed so much in the 3 years since I have been out of teaching. I've been thinking about this for awhile but I am really feeling like a need a non-anonymous online presence. The braveness started with posting links to my blog on twitter then on Facebook. It was hard to admit to people I've known my whole life that I had a blog for years. I've done a pretty good job of keeping my professional and private life separate online.

If I started new blog but how often will I post to the old one? What would I post on the new blog? Do I take some old posts and put it on the new blog?

Should I just scrap my current blog? I like a place to share/vent my silliness and certainly think it would be unprofessional. About a year after I started my blog, I had hundreds of visitors a day but now on a good day I don't even have a tenth of that. Maybe it should just be contained to Facebook?
Even though I'm Facebook friends with most of my readers, you just don't have the same control. On the other hand some of my best writing on this blog was about the hockey playoffs last year. This writing is not related to education but certainly not unprofessional.


Would you (all three of my readers) be worried about being connected to me using my real name? So many bloggers I know have worked so hard to stay anonymous. What happens when one is anonymous no more? My dad and sister are anonymous bloggers but would be no more if I did not handle things carefully.

SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.

There's No Rest for You Here (a haiku)

Saw dust in the air
Jackhammers beneath my feet
When will they be done?

Sweet, Delicious Nitrates (a haiku)

"Have bacon for lunch"
Beyond doubt, I have no choice
Scrabble foretold it


Current Scrabble game between myself and May-B.

Glad she never became a teacher

While I was on a former student's Facebook profile, I noticed she had updated her education:

For those keeping track at home, this would be 3*

I woke up with such a fright, I couldn't get back to sleep for hours.

In my dream, my dad and I drive a school bus to a hospital to pick up twin boys who are friends of the family. Dad kept the bus running and I went inside to retrieve them. My sister met me inside but we couldn't find the boys anywhere. We looked down the atrium to the main floor and we could see Data from Star Trek fighting off zombies with a phaser. We jumped down three flights to help with only a barbed wire fence to break our fall. I'm not sure what Mary was using but I was fighting off the zombies with my mom's letter opener.

This morning after church I told the twins and their brother about my dream. They were super jealous that I have such awesome dreams.


*This is my third zombie related dream. Others include Zombie Grandma and Zombie Apocalypse. Technically my dream about the Count from Sesame Street attacking was a continuation of a dream about the Zombie Apocalypse but since there were no zombies in the dream I don't count that one.

Comfortable (or how I spent $50 on a pillow)

My RMT went to New Zealand for a couple months to train for the Ironman Triathlon. In his absence, I've been seeing May-B's RMT who works in the same office. Her diagnosis: "You have a great core but the rest of your body is a mess." Tell me something I don't know.* She recommended a new pillow since the one I've been using are a couple years old.

I have a hard time finding pillows that I like. Since I sometimes sleep on my side but mostly sleep on my back it is hard to find a pillow that will be comfortable for both situations. In the store I tried out all the pillows but the only one that seemed comfortable was $49.99. This might not be a big deal to you but I have never spent that much on a pillow before. I've been having so many neck problems lately it certainly didn't seem like the time to skimp.

So far so good. Most of the time my neck feels worse in the morning but now it either feels about the same or better.

Wow, that was a really boring post. I'll try to make it more awesome:








*A couple months ago my chiropractor gave me "as we age..." speech. Ouch.

My First Crush

I didn't even know his name. He was so cool the way he wore that yellow pail handle around his neck. We played in the sand that one afternoon but then never again. Years later when I was grade 1, I bemoaned to my friends what could have been. I certainly never went through a boy hating phase.

I've always loved winter

One of my favourite winter memories was the time my dad made a tiny ice rink in our backyard. By tiny, I mean it was probably less than a metre in diameter but despite the size I had so much fun skating on it.