Forbidden Blog

"Please don't ever write a blog." 

"Why?"

"I dunno, it's just ... I dunno ... just don't."

"Umm, okay ... I wasn't intending to anyway, and honestly I go off on so many tangents that I doubt I would ever finish one blog post never mind keep the whole thing updated, it's not my kind of thing."

"Good!"

"Hmmm..."

That last "hmmm" was purely because I can't seem to let Mr. Bo have the last word.  It's not that I HAVE to have the last word ... it's more that it happens on an unconscious level and I am unaware of uttering the words that have inevitably made their way from my little brain to my big gob.

That is irrelevant, just felt like giving you a little insight into one of the many reasons you wouldn't like to be married to me. I'm an awesome friend though, totally caring and funny ... but if you were to marry me *whistles* well ... I'm a control-freak Gemini* and I think that should be explanation in itself!

I have a tendency to ramble and, generally speaking, this is not a problem as I am usually with people that are already fully aware of this (wee sis, big sis', mum, dad, brothers, husband, friends, in laws, random shop personnel ... you get the point) but on a blog I feel like I have to try to be on my best behaviour and stick to one topic as best I can (no promises!).

So ... after discussing this a few years ago with Mr.Bo and agreeing never to do a blog, here I am in all my diminished glory.  I used to think I had a flair for writing and had dreamt of being a writer, teacher, actress or ... a nun(!) (blame Julie Andrews and 'The Sound of Music' for that last one).  But as the years passed me by I realised that dreams are just a manifestation of what we are preoccupied with in our waking lives and the further we move away from the person we used to be, the more hazy and unappealing those former dreams become.  

Since moving to Vikingville to be with Mr. Bo, I feel like any flair I had for, well, everything, has disappeared, my brain is effectively turning to mush and my beloved English teacher from the Convent Grammar days (Hi Mrs McE) would be highly unimpressed with this literary offering and would have her red pen at the ready to help and encourage me to express myself better (I really did used to be better at this kind of thing).

What was the point of this post? Did I ramble again?

Ah-ha, it's a blog about how I have written this forbidden blog against Bozy's wishes and will most likely never write again as I well and truly suck at it and have nothing of interest to blog about, so to the rest of blogworld, hello and goodbye.

Although, never say never ...

G.

*Gemini - it's not that I avidly follow and believe in starsigns, but I do like how they seem to be accurate with regards to personality traits for my friends and family (for example I am a moody chatterbox!) but that's a self-indulgent post for another day.