Tonight I realised with absolute amazement that I have always been a blogger! Even BEFORE blogs were around.
Of course, in my day we called them diaries.... and then when the internet came along I called them 'communal emails'. But they were basically the same thing as a blog.
A diary was a book which you used to write your thoughts, ideas and daily musings. Most of the time people regarded their diary as a sacred book that no one was allowed to read. But I, having suffered the humiliation of Grandma and Kristy reading MY diary full of embarrassing scribblings when I was 12, began to write my diaries in a manner that would be semi appropriate for others to read. After finishing the book 'The Diary of Anne Frank', I began to like the idea that one day, my dusty musings could be so riveting to someone else (I have no idea how I likened my life in anyway whatsoever to Anne Franks - but the connection was made) that I further moderated my diary entries so that they would be suitable for future generations of humans to ponder over. This meant that I spent less time making up signatures for myself if I was to marry this one, that one or that one.... and more time spent in a in-depth discussion with myself (and future generations) on why I liked that person. I might only do the Bianca Erickson loves Paul Dawson percentage test once... instead of 60 times.
I really don't hold my cards close to my chest at all. In fact, it is quite normal for me to fling my cards around the room so that every Tom, Dick and Harry know my business. I don't have anything to hide. I have a vague memory of telling my 24 year old male boss at Franklins (when I was 19), that he would have to let me off registers a lot that day to go to the loo because I had a UTI. I then launched into a description of what a UTI was and how I got it in the first place. I am almost positive - beyond doubt, that he wished I had held that information a bit closer to my chest, or called in sick - I'm not sure which one.
I really like the idea that one day my kids, or maybe even my grand-kids, are going to read this blog and feel like they know me just that little bit more than they would have. Who knows.... maybe even my great-great-great-great grand-kids will read this. I want them to know me as I am today, and all the stories that have made me the person that I am today.
It is for this reason, that I decided to put some of my old diary entries and communal emails on to my blog. It is to save my grandchildren the hassle of having to work out my yahoo password so that they can sift through the thousands of emails to find the interesting communal ones.... and to save the hassle of who to leave my 29 half started diaries to in my will.
No I'm not going to put EVERYTHING on here. Just some stuff I think my..... what is the opposite of ancestors...... hang on I'm going to goole it... descendants (I really should have known that!!) would like to read.
I also thought that some of you... who are a part of these stories... might get a kick out of reading them from my perspective. I'm going to start with a few communal emails because all I have to do is copy and paste them from my yahoo account, once I work out the password, and the transcribing of the written diaries will probably never happen because we all know how good I am at sticking to something!!!