What is a blog, then?
1) A free read. Or as my dad said “oh right then. So like something the Jehova Witnesses hand out in the street?”. No.
2) An extension of Twitter and Facebook status updates – which for me, were pretty massive and maxed out before I discovered blogging.
3) Free therapy. For me.
4) Hopefully something which makes other people laugh. And also make them go “Thank God I am not alone in doing THAT!”
But most importantly…
5) A way for me to document and note down my time with my children, husband, friends and family.
What a blog isn’t-
A bad period. My husband genuinely said this to his secretary when trying to explain what a “Blog” was. He panicked at her confused face at his rambling explanation and blurted out “er, er, it isn’t a bad period or anything”. Smooth.
So, from blogsite to website then! I am moving onwards (and upwards hopefully). I am embracing the blogging world. I am even going to a blogging conference *geek snort*. Have excitedly planned my new pencil case and I am already thinking of awesome jokes (to inevitably deliver poorly) that I can scribble on my hand an hour or so before the event and which will drip off with nervous sweat. Luckily the organisers (Britmums.com) have pre-empted losers like me and have arranged for a brilliant group of people to meet and greet us (Butterflies, they call them) – to hold our hands, restrain us from talking to lead speakers (Ruby Wax) and to wipe our tears, give us a hobnob and tell us to “Get a bloody grip” when it, well, all becomes a bit too much.
So, what happened? Why did I leave wordpress and get my own site?
I have no idea. I have no idea what has happended in the past two weeks.
What I did know was this. Why should I bother to expand or get my own site? What’s the point? Why would people read what I wrote or bother to follow me? I loved that my family and friends were loyal readers (thanks you guyses), even if my mum does constantly tell me she thinks I swear too much. But, well, the blog has got bigger and bigger and now strangers are following me (hopefully not stranger danger strangers though…I don’t want dirty pervs following me. If you are a dirty perv – please go away). So I did something I never ever do – I thought I deserved to do something for myself.
Steve and I have known each other since I looked like this
and he looked like this.
He emailed me suggesting a website. I fluffed the idea away. He phoned me and said I should do a website. I asked after his family. He made me a mock website and emailed me the link. I got the hint. He invited us down to family home. He didn’t mind when I was an hour late because I was driving round and round Chertsey looking for their street. They don’t live in Chertsey. They live half an hour away from Chertsey. I had refused to use Sat Nav (“I am a MAP GIRL, husband!”) and it had bitten me on the ass. He didn’t mind when Ed told him that he could see an undertaker living in his trees, when Alex dismanteled all his Solar Powered Garden Lights and used the parts as weapons, or when Ed and Alex joined forces to terrorise Haggis the Guinea Pig.
I sent him this…
He sent me back…a website.
And together we came up with the final website, which isn’t really final because it is still a work in progress, but well, today it is MY website. Which is bloody exciting (sorry Mum xx).
The only bit I need to say which is practical and stuff is this -I am super sorry but for those fab ones of you who got an email notifying you I had blogged when I was on wordpress and who want to carry on getting those notifications on the new website, then you need to subscribe to the new wesbite link. It is super easy peasy to do – just look on the right hand side of the website and click subscribe. Bish bash bosh.
Right then. Let’s clink cups of teas (it is 10am after all) and be getting on with it.