i’ve been toying lately with doing away with my secret identity and telling the world who i really am. because sometimes i feel silly being referred to as transplanting me. especially when someone i know in real life does it in an effort to hide my real name. i am not complaining about that. i love that my friends care enough to help me maintain my anonymity. and i was all set to do it. to come clean. to tell the whole world. and then this post from boomama came into my feed reader. and because boomama speaks the truth and everyone in the world knows she speaks the truth – it caused me to pause. and reconsider. it left me in a quandary. flummoxed. unsure of my next move.
i like my blog name, i think it’s a very good blog name. i think it might be the best blog name in all the world. and i have no problem being identified as transplanting me, but i’ve gotten to the point where i feel like i can trust all you friends and strangers and nut jobs out there. so, i’m gonna take the plunge – cuz boomama has a plan for that.
hello, i’m monica @ transplanting me and sometimes i’m just monica. wow, that felt good. and i am absolutely certain that superman is jealous because he can’t stand that lois lane doesn’t know who he really is.
oh, and bh, his real name is michael. and from now on he will just be referred to as michael. because – while i coined the moniker bh because it stands for better half – it has been pointed out to me – on more than one occasion – that it could also stand for something else. something not so nice. and knowing that, i have to confess, that on more than one occassion i have taken grim pleasure in knowing that i wasn’t feeling the better half thing when i typed bh.
the kids, however, will remain c14, a11 and s8 – at least until their next birthdays. protecting the innocent and all.