My Blog and Me.

I have always thought of myself as a little creative. I took Art at High School. Although I sucked at it. By far my greatest ability at school was to write. That and later, at uni - to drink myself into a stupor with $3.00 Bacardi Lemon Limes at the Uni Tavern. I took English Literature in my upper school years and loved it. It was the only class that didn't make my eyes droopy with excessive boredom. I studied it for my TEE (as it was back in the day in Perth). I think it was my highest grade. I only got a B. But I loved it.

I started this blog in September 2009 when I had two todders and little Tilly was all but a twinkle in our eyes. It came about when I reconnected with an old friend. I hadn't spoken to him for a long time. I wrote the biggest email you had ever seen. I just had so much to say. It was about 5 pages long. The emails came back and forth and I wrote page upon page upon page. I am not sure whether he enjoyed ALL THAT. He most probably thought I was a looney mum bored out of her brain (which was perhaps not far from the truth), but what I can tell you was that I found what had been missing. An outlet for my creativity. Which I was craving.

I would update my Facebook status multiple times a day. But it wasn't giving me what I needed. What is it that is missing? I wanted to say more. I am a compulsive over-communicator

I had read MamaMia for a long time and knew I wanted to express myself in a similar way. I started reading other blogs and knew I must do it too.

I am not a good writer. I just love to write. I don't blog to make money. I don't want to write a book. I know this blog will never make me rich. It will most certainly not make me famous.

Now as a seasoned blogger I am happy to admit that I lurve reading other blogs. You can delve into peoples lives. They have made me laugh and made me cry. More crying it would seem lately though. I would love to read every single blog on planet earth but even if I had 5 lifetimes to do it in, it still wouldn't be enough. Blogging is like the mail, it just keeps COMING and COMING and it never stops. At some point you just have to make peace that you can only handle what you can handle.

This blog is just for me to write. And write the best that I can and hopefully get better at it. Because practice makes perfect? I have also make some lovely friends in the process. No doubt all my ramblings are something my children can read when they are older, to get a true understanding of me, their mother. Not that daggy person they will soon think I am. It lets me take the piss out of myself. And everyone else. To optimise what can sometimes be a mundane mum existance.

Who needs drugs and booze and all that when you have the "Publish Post" button. Now that is exhilarating. Or maybe I'm just an idiot.

And that my friends, is all.