The Poppies' Blog

Yes, I want to know what you blog about, really! I mean, I'm fairly new to blogging so I should have years and years worth of things to talk about. Why is it then that when I get to my bloggy board (not sure if that's the bloggy, hip term for the 'dashboard' - maybe it will be now) I am firstly a) filled with a slight panic and b) this is followed closely by blogger amnesia?

I forget everything I'd thought of earlier in the day that I was certain was going to be an award winning post! I stare at the empty post screen, much like Winnie the Pooh saying 'think, think, think'. But no, nothing...

I try to think of things that are a) interesting or somehow informative and b) NOT going to make you realise think I'm a nutter! That's a lot of pressure!

And many Mum's probably experience the 'Mummory' thing. Where you have a photographic memory until you give birth and it officially becomes something that taunts you with faint memories of what life used to be like when you never needed to write down a phone number and knew where everything you own is, even things ignored for years.

Now if your phone number isn't in my mobile I just plain and simply won't phone you. It doesn't matter if you are famous or even if I NEED to speak to you. If its not in my phone my top up doesn't get used on it.

I also wonder just how many people really are interested in my day. As I go from doing the washing to changing nappies to folding clothes I don't envision a queue of people waiting to hear the play by play. I suppose I could share the secret to how white our whites are not, or a recipe (not mine, lol, I wouldn't do that to anyone!). There's always the possibility of a daily 'What I had for a Snack Today' list. That would be popular with the kids right?

And what about photos? I mean a blog post sans pictures is nearly considered impolite, isn't it? lol Okay maybe not, but I'm an artist so the photos, even the size of their presentation seem abnormally important to me.

One thing I know for certain is you do NOT want photos of me typing the post. I can pretend (and so can you!) I've had my shower and am dressed, much like the 1950s wife and mother. Posting actual photos would completely ruin that image! (Yes, of course I am wearing a pretty polka dot dress, high heeled shoes, a hair ribbon and an apron! Aren't you?)



Add to this the blogger labels! How much responsibility can one person handle?! Not only to think of them but to be sure you itemise all your posts accordingly! Flashbacks of post school office junior jobs keep me awake at night!

With as much stress as blogging now brings, I can't imagine doing a reality TV show! Well, again, me doing the washing or falling asleep in front of the computer at night probably wouldn't be any less exciting than watching the Big Brother house sleeping at 2am. But the pressure to keep the house tidy every day for the cameras would be a nightmare. [this is in no way an endorsement of the Channel 4 show, Big Brother. It is the exact opposite. I strongly recommend that you NOT watch that show or even Channel 4.]

So, what do you blog about?

(I'll be off watching Little Poppet say lots of new words and dancing in front of her Elmo show! She makes me SOOO proud!)