The Lead Story Was Killed

I had an idea for a post, but since it involved one of my daughters, I made the mistake of checking to see if I could subtly tell the story. I was told absolutely not, so I’ve had to reconsider. I have been advised to blog about the fact that it’s almost Christmas, or about the warm cookies we are eating, or how we are going up to my sister’s the day after Christmas and while there Tess will be allowed to try driving for the first time. Anything except for what I wanted to write about.
It is kind of frustrating, and yet I get it. I cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like to be the child of a blogger, and to have your life spread out online, where potentially anyone could see it, even your friends. The internet has made it too easy to cross generational lines. I certainly would not have wanted my mother spilling secrets and details for all my friends to see.
I have friends who choose to be Facebook friends with their children’s friends, because they think they can stay connected in some way. I refuse. Do I need to know every stupid thing my daughter’s teenaged friends say? Heck, no. Also, do I want my kids friends reading every comment or conversation I have on Facebook? Nope. I can check up on my kids when I need to, but I think some separation at this point is just respectful, sort of the same way that I feel the need to respect the request that I not blog about what happened yesterday. It just would have made such an interesting post. I would have loved to get some feedback, but now we’ll all just have to give it some more time. Oh, well.
The cookies are really good. An oatmeal chocolate chip, toffee bar that my sister threw together. Here’s the recipe.
¾ cup butter ¾ cup b sugar 1tbl. of Karo syrup 1 1/2 cup flour ½ tsp baking soda
1 1/2 cups old fashioned oats
Take 2/3 of batter and spread into a 9in pan – Bake at 350 for 10 min or until it starts to brown,. Take out and let cool for ten minutes. Then sprinkle 1 cup semi sweet choc. Chips and ½ cup toffee bits on top and then scatter the rest of the batter on top of that and place back into the oven for approximately 20 minute or until crunchy.


About bridgetstraub

Author, Artist & Mom. First novel "Searching for My Wand" was published in December 2011
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3 Responses to The Lead Story Was Killed

  1. Rick Hall says:

    Now I really want to know the original story!!!

  2. I think about this with every post I write, and my kids are babies. Is this something I want them to read one day? Is it appropriate to share? After all, they are people and one day will be adults.

    I think you made the right call. And I know how hard it is to make it. I have an awesome video of my son trying to breastfeed his sister. I want to share it so badly…..

  3. Pam says:

    Just popped over to return the follow! Thanks for stopping by earlier! Merry Christmas!

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