People are Reading and My Daughter is Horrified!

According to my counter on this site, 365 visits have been recorded. Whether or not anyone is reading this stuff is not as "tangible" as the number of "hits." I have had a few nice comments, but I do not write for the benefit of anyone other than myself. It is generally at the end of the day, when my family is tucked into their beds that I sit here in the dark and "rant." It is my time to vent and clear my head and prepare to "do it all over again" tomorrow. Unfortunately my eldest daughter is not pleased that I put it out there for the world to see. I mean after all, "what if someone she knows" reads it. She told me that even though she is "freaked" out by the amount of hair growing out of her father's nose and ears, she doesn't want people to know she thinks of him as a yeti. I say, "Why not?" That's good for a chuckle. She refers to me to all her friends as "freaky note woman" because I won't let her participate in any school events without a detailed written description of the activity, what's involved and who's in charge. So I can be "freaky note woman" but dad can't be yeti? She tells me I shouldn't write about our family and if I am going to, I should make us sound better. I don't know what she thinks better is, but if I was married to Ward Cleaver, I think I'd have to "cleaver" myself. The fact of the matter is, and I tell her this, no one is "normal." Actually, I'm not sure what normal is, and I'm not sure I want to. I'm proud of my chaotic life, my sassy mouth children and my hairy yeti of a husband. I have degree in English and was always given the advice by professors to "write what I know." Well, I know that my family entertains me rather than embarrasses me and someday when she is older, she will appreciate our "freakiness." Until then, I tell her to remember... No one can laugh at you if you were already laughing first!