Private

No, I am not going private. Why? Because I am not a private person. My husband, on the other hand, is a very private person.

In fact, just this weekend...I spent like an hour writing the greatest blog post full of all sorts of clever lines and twists and turns that I'm sure you would all have loved and enjoyed.

However, shortly after finishing, I showed my masterpiece to my husband, who said, you can't post this. This is too PRIVATE. I was so bugged...like all weekend.

Let me just elaborate with a little compare and contrast for you. We are still somewhat new in our ward and seem to be constantly introducing ourselves. My introductions go something like this:

"Hi! My name is Chelsea Genna Marshall. That's Genna with a G. I grew up in Minden, Nevada where I think people actually cow-tip for fun. I went to college at BYU, where I met my husband in Calculus class. We got married, and then moved to Oregon where he went to law school, and I went to PA school. We recently moved back, I miss the green and am tired of the snow. My favorite color is pink, my favorite food is sushi, and I voted for Barack Obama. I work in Family Practice down in Provo, and absolutely love it. My husband works down the street and specializes in tax, trusts, estates, and business formation. I really want a dog, and we have been trying to have a kid now for a year and a half (which by the way was the topic of my most recent, but unpublished blog post)." So, I'm obviously not a private person. I usually tell whoever is around whatever I am thinking about which occasionally gets me into trouble, but that's just how I am.

Derek is a private person. His introductions would go something more like this: "My name is Derek, and I work in town (PERIOD)."

So basically, the morale of the story is: 1) Don't expect me to "go private any time soon," and 2) Never show Derek a post before posting it...just post it. Which is what is going to happen right now.