blogging since 2007!

Well I have been!
It just goes out of my mind for months at a time. I've still not bothered reading enough blogs to know what its really about but I guess I can maybe post pictures of my kids and how I've just decorated their bedrooms and tell a few amusing anecdotes about their first day at nursery school. Or I could quickly learn some quasi-science like economics or political theory and spew out volumes of recycled Daily Mail or Guardian opinions. Or maybe I can develop an interest in football and spout endless drivel about who Bournemouth have just signed from Aldershot or who Chelsea are apparently interested in. Or (subject to growing tits) I can somehow try to convince the world and myself that fashion, jewellery, make up, soaps and cushions are not superficial trinkets propping up shallow lives but are in fact the very essence of style - the only thing that seperates humans from the rest of the animal kingdom. Or I can just write a diary of everything I do ever day from what I had for breakfast to what I watched on telly tonight. However I'm not going to. I adore my kids, I love every memory of their growing up, but they're my private memories sharing them with the world will somehow diminish them. Similarly becoming an "expert" in something and spewing out my kowledge is only going to be of interest to a similar expert who already knows as much or more than me. As for all the women's stuff, well...sigh. Which leaves the last one whereby I share the minutae of every day with the world. Well all the above are what facebook is all about. For generations women have discussed all manner of crap with each other whilst men roll their eyes in disbelief. But now men are doing it too! We're doomed I tell you.