The Blog

I had such an array of blog topics while sitting at work today but now they have all disappeared … except for this one … (how is that for an opener)

On the topic of blogging I recently came to find out that my readership is larger than I thought it was and that it includes friends of the family – i.e. my parents friends. The lady told me this last night in a way that can only be described as an attempt to make me curb the content of the site or embarrass me. In the moment it freaked me out a little so I went back and read all my entries today while doing other work at work – I am a multi tasking Queen!

After reading my entries I came to a few conclusions:

1. Even when I employ spell check and reread all entries before I post there are
   still some atrocious spelling and grammatical errors. I mean seriously, how do you people read this blog without cringing?
2. There is nothing in this blog that I am ashamed of. I read it andthought would I show this to my father? The answer yes. I mean in conversation I wouldn’t necessarily give him all the detail in some of the entries but he is a good humoured man who loves a good story so I think he would appreciate it. Bear in mind I would not want to be sitting beside him while he read, then again I don’t like to be beside anyone reading my blog (see conclusion #1).
3. I would tell any of my friends all of these stories (and more). Many of them live far away it has become a great way to keep in touch. And, believe it or not I don’t document everything that I do. Some things are not available for public consumption – even on this is a pseudo anonymous blog.
4. As OQB said, this blog documents my love of drinking and a good party more than anything else.
5. Finally the next time I create an anonomous blog, I may not tell the lady, as it appears she can’t keep a secret for shit.

So do not worry faithful readers, even though everyday more people are reading this little blog of my life I will continue to entertain you with tales of road trips, random musings, boys, bad dates, drunken evenings and strippers.

Opps … if you want to hear the story of how I ended up getting our picture taken with a stripper while drinking with 100 Santas you will have to ask me in person … it will not make the blog.

Yours, as always

The Single Girl