I started blogging in Sept 2005.
I was 34 years old.
I was younger and beautiful in the sense that when I look at myself now, at 37 (nigh on 38) I look older and non-descript. Today though, I do look rough.
Its amazing what a PC monitor can do to you (not counting what the radioactive waves do to your brain as you stare at the screen for 8 hours whilst trying to come up with a funny blog post now and again). Clearly this is not one of them.
I think I used to get 10 visitors a day back then but those were the days when counters may have counted 2 or 3 of the same people who came back to look twice. Maybe only one person read my blog ten times in one day - who knows. Maybe it was me checking out my blog in a gaze of gargantuan self satisfaction. Or the fact I was horrified at my own grammar, typos and punctuation. I found the spell check button a while back so I try and remember to use it. Which reminds me, somebody publicly announced that I spelt scrapbooker wrong but my spell check on this blogger makes me break it up to be scrap booker (with a space) - so blame blogger, not me.
When I started bloggin', I only did it because everyone else had just started bloggin' plus it was an excuse to take my mind off the work I did at the time, which did my swede in. And then, over time, I realised how invaluable it was/is when I jump back to any month I choose and recall stuff I would probably have forgotten. I also lost a batch of photos a while back and the only recollection of some of those events are ingrained on my blog. And that warrants the need to blog, if any excuse was needed. Not only that, actually - its the friends you make and the work that comes this way because of it ... that's special too. You can't fault the networking elements of blogging at all. Except when you get people camping outside in your garden and ringing the doorbell wondering when you are going to make your next post.
So here I am, typing my 1000th blog post but hardly anything spectacular happened this day. Well, nothing out of the ordinary really. I had a photoshoot on Sat which was fun. The kids were great (if not a sandwich short of a picnic) and all had their own story to tell in their eyes. I did a bit of crimbo shopping and then came home and we all went and walked the dog. It was a beautiful, bright wintry day.
Nippy of course but bright and dry. Our pooch simply loves being with the three of us on a walk and he never minds the distance considering he is 6 inches from the floor (9 if you go up to his head). Belle allowed me to take these amazing shots of her (eyes open, check it out!). She copes much better with indirect light which means a slower shutter speed and often blur....but still - EYES OPEN! If you are new and fancy reading 1000 worth of blog posts, you will know how rare the "eyes open" pictures appear. This girl is part reason why I blog and in time, I will collate all my medical related blog entries about her and submit them to my local MP to have a bloody field day with. I hope it makes his toes curl.
There are, and I do know and appreciate immensely, a great deal of regular readers here at this lil ole blog. I know some readers have shared my ups and downs with me and they have either chosen to support it or shrug it off. I love that people can choose to do either as I feel that when skies are grey it is for me to deal with myself and that I ought not to rely on your comments or thoughts. Although, I have to say, I do love some feedback and support but I will insert here, for the sake of being honest, there have been number of hurtful messages left on my blog too. You cant take them seriously when they are left anonymously or so you would think but they left a trail that feteful day and I do know who those people were so anonymity aside, it actually did hurt which meant they achieved their aim. Plus, as much as I hate to come across as negative at times - I really can't help it when stuff drags me down. I'd love to be able to shrug off those days when I feel like total poo, I really would, but I suffer heavily with my emotions and too often it gets too much. And Id be lying if I was totally fluffy, pink and perky with light and glitter surrounding my aurora, wouldn't I? Nobody leads a perfect life and my blog epitomises that.
Sometimes though there are things that happens in our lives that's not worth blogging about. Either because its too personal or too mundane or basically none of anyones business! However, the speculation that goes on when you don't say anything though does make me laugh at times. This has taught me that no matter if you are a good or a bad blogger - people will believe what they want to believe depending on the way they read it. By infusing a blog post with honesty and emotion, I can try and relay my thoughts as brutally honest as possible and go to bed knowing I have been true to myself - after all, its my blog and half the battle is convincing myself whether I have had a good day or not. LOL
Then there is the work that comes from blogging. Editors of magazines cruise MANY blogs you know (not just mine - yours too!) and from that comes design work. Then comes news reporters, television producers, scrapping manufacturers (but sadly not Hollywood directors or Hello Magazine, LOL). Im not kidding, I was approached this year to appear in a book about The Great British Public and I was selected for my blogging. I mean, you just cant orchestrate that. I was then was approached to provide artwork for a CD book by Rainbow discs and Jenny Cocks herself. Its now for sale on Amazon. Im about to launch my own product at Stitches and QVC too - again, down to the the crazy fact that I blog.
Of course there is the darker side of blogging and Im not going to steer from this paragraph because you know, its a hard reality check. It seems that no matter how true or sincere you try to be, people will read deeper into it and turn everything you say and do into a circus - Im sure you don't need me to spell out the website in which that takes place. I know these things happen in everyday life be it gossip in the office or bullying in a playground. Its hard to deal with but recently, and thanks to Traci, Rosie, Dyan, Liza and Kathy - positivity is restored when you are surrounded by people who make you believe in yourself. You see, their behaviour has bred my behaviour these past few weeks. What Im thinking now is - can you buy a negative behaviour deflector shield in Argos? I should like to invent those babies.
Anyway, as post 1000 is upon me there has to be some celebration of sorts. I figured if I gave away some of my stash purge-ness to some lucky commenter, it might come in handy as a pre-christmas treat. I have a number of untouched supplies that will whet your whistle and it doesn't matter if you are in the US or Oz or the moon.........everyone is welcome to have a go. All you have to do is ask me a question - any question you like (i'll answer them all if the list doesnt become ginormous) and the best one gets the booty.
PS: Tune in tomorrow where I have some lovely Christmas recipe and gift ideas. Im not exactly in the zone yet and this is the latest in December whereby we have NOT put the tree up. Unless I wrap the lights around Eddy and force him to sit still for hours a night in the corner of the lounge. None of us are feeling christmassy yet, I dont think I ever started to feel summery and that happened in May of all months. Ive bought a few little decs and as beautiful as they are, Im just not feeling it. Mark half dragged the tree stuff down yesterday and its not calling our name. Perhaps if I drag out the crimbo CD and have a little play, we might just feel a bean of festiviousness. Or we might hide under the sofa, huddle up and mutter (in unison) Ba Humbug.