A rose is a rose is a FLOWER

I chose not to use my name on my blog. Because my name is unusual, and I have yet to meet anyone with it, so that means that if you google me, you will be SURE to find me. I use is my MIDDLE name. When I started writing, I told no one, and I didn’t post pictures of my face. I used my blog to say whatever I wanted – still do – but because I didn’t want to hurt feelings, I went undercover (see what I did there? UNDERCOVERMAMA? yes, my wit astounds even me sometimes). That way if I called a friend’s husband an asshole (and I have), the friend & I could still be friends, and I could feel better knowing that I’ve at least said it here, in what I consider my safe place, instead of one day blowing up and going off because I held it in because I couldn’t bite my tongue anymore.

I have written about my life here, and you have commented, and commiserated and you don’t even seem to mind that I am clearly ridiculous and slightly crazy. You like me, you really like me (sorry, I can never resist that line).

The lines got blurry. I went to a tweetup. I introduced myself as the name I actually go by, because really? Even though there is nothing wrong with Lynette, I only answer to my name (or Bitch…but that’s only if it’s a voice I recognize LOL). Then I added some of my twitter/blogger friends to my facebook (P.S. don’t ever EVER mention my blog there or I will hunt you down and spank you… and not the good kind of spanking either). I went to the Vegas Birthday Bash*. If I let you grab/graffiti my boobs, we should at least be on first name basis, don't you think? What started out as what some of my friends called “my invisible friends” became more solid… more real.

My blog became a more intergrated part of my life. The distinction I made between MY LIFE and MYUNDERCOVERLIFE grows thin because some of you have crossed over. There are IRL friends that read my blog. I actually make plans to meet up with by blogger/twitter friends (February? Do you think we could schedule bowling in FEBRUARY? That give everybody enough time to make arrangments for bowling?) My IRL friends and my invisible friends are just friends here. I love them just the same.

As for me? I'm just the same as I ever was. I'm undercovermama, I'm Briya Lynette. I'm just me.

*Vegas Birthday Bash pictures coming soon. REALLY.

I'm guilty...

I admit it. I am a total TV Snob. I rarely watch anything that comes on network television. I don't watch America's Next Top Model, So You Think You Can Dance?, or even American Idol.I watch Scrubs...but I only discovered it once it came to TBS.

I watch a lot of movies and watch a lot of cable TV. You know, TNT, USA and HBO. Lots and LOTS of HBO. Especially since they are airing some of my favorite movies, like Hairspray (What gives a girl power & punch..? Is it charm, is it poise? No, it's Hairspray...) I LOVE Musicals. But you know what's been coming on cable a LOT lately? Showgirls. I know, I know. How could I watch Jessie, the smartest girl at Bayside High throw away her education and gamble on the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas to become:
Well at first, I was all This movie still comes on? but then I was like WOW, this movie is even worse than I remember...and I start watch her over dramatic F-bombs, and before I know it, I'm sucked in. I'm watching her painting her nails and kicking Andrew's ass for raping her friend and thinking...hey, isn't that Trey Macdougal, who, coincidentally was in one of my very favorite shows TWIN PEAKS, which I didn't start watching until it went off the air and the boxed set came out.

In my defense, it was around midnight, nothing was really on, and I don't care what anybody says, NORBIT is NOT FUNNY. Unfortunately, my spiral of shame continued. I went on to watch I wanna look like a big giant ASS on TV work for diddy...and because I was too lazy to find some batteries for my remote, I watched New York goes to Hollywood too.:: Hangs head:: I KNOW. I thought you had standards? What happened to Reality TV is for suckers--except for Clean House - I LOVE that show, even though it makes me guilty about living in a pig pen, but whatever. NOBODY is coming in here and selling MY shoes... But I digress. It was like watching a train wreck. It was so bad, I called a friend to tell her that I think I've sunk to a new low and maybe I need intervention.

Thank God for my friend. She brought me NEW MOON, the forth book in the Twilight series. Hopefully, reading a book will make amends for the unnecessary murder of brain cells lost in the watching of late night Cable TV.