What won’t you blog about?

 

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I like to think I blog like I talk… honestly. I have written about my lady garden, my first smear, losing my virginity and my pelvic floor (sorry Dad, I probably should have warned you about these ones) and this doesn’t embarrass or concern me in any way. The blog and I are very similar, curly and candid!

I occasionally post pictures of the kids and write about them (gloat about how perfectly wonderful they are when not doing what little boys do when they think Mummy isn’t watching) but am mindful that the internet is a very big world and down the line my boys will be able to read anything I’ve written about them. I’d hate  them to be embarrassed by anything I’d written (I’m saving all that for the 18th birthday’s).

I write about Roy sometimes but not often, he is such a huge character I’m not sure I could confine him to a blog post. He trusts me to write about him any way I like. We are best friends as well as husband and wife and he knows I would never betray that trust and write something cringe-worthy (I actually can’t think of anything that I could write about that would make him cringe but if there was, I wouldn’t!).

Topic-wise there is little I won’t write about and not much offends me. If I happen upon a post that someone else has written that I don’t like for whatever reason then I stop reading, I can unfollow that blog, I’m not forced to comment. That is the beauty of the internet, I have the choice.

There is a huge amount of varied content out there to be enjoyed and to learn from. Every type of post contributes in some way, it may teach you something and it may make you question what you find acceptable.

Is there a line? Should there be a line? What won’t you blog about?

 

Is staying in the new going out?

On New Year’s Eve instead of getting the goose grease and shoehorn out to try and get myself into something resembling a going out outfit we opted for a night in. Back on with the saggy jeans! Phew!

You see, sad as it sounds. I prefer staying in. When Roy and I got together we went out every Friday and Saturday night, we had a blast. However, even before the kids arrived we had started to slow down. We are just home bods. Sometimes we watch whatever we’ve recorded on Sky+, sometimes we hit the Kinect (and I kick his backside at whatever we are playing), sometimes we do our own thing like read (did I mention I now have a Kindle?) and sometimes I work or play about on the internet while he does his own thing. Other times we have people round for something to eat or a drink, we don’t completely close ourselves off from the world.

At the end of the day, we are comfortable enjoying our leisure time in a leisurely way. Some “friends” consider us to be a bit boring or stuck in the mud but we don’t stay in because we have nothing better to do, can’t afford it or whatever, we stay in because we want to!  Shocking isn’t it?

Are you a home bod? Have you traded in nights out on the tiles for nights in on the sofa? Are you someone who looks forward to getting out and about and would be bored silly staying a home of an evening?  Is staying in the new going out?

*This article is written on behalf of Foxy Bingo