So. What has brought me here? Do I really think anyone on the world wide web is going to seek out what I have to say?  NO. Do I really have so much spare time that I can keep up an interesting blog. Definitely not. Do I even have interesting enough things to write about? Probably not.  Am I losing my mind? Questionable.

The other thing is, I am pretty social. I love to talk (much to my boyfriend’s dismay). I love to tell stories and whenever the smallest thing which is out of the ordinary happens I get really, really excited and call each of my friends to tell them the story. Which can create a few minor issues. The following is a non-exhaustive list of the inconveniences my blabbering may have caused and may continue to cause into the foreseeable future.

1, People aren’t always available when I want to tell my stories and sometimes they even (selfishly) get irritated that I have called at 3am to tell them how my radiator “exploded” (cracked a little) and “flooded” my house (a little bit of water on the hard wood floor).

2. I sometimes forget who I have told a story to and recycle the story (accidentally) on the same unsuspecting audience.

3. After telling a story 15 times I start to exaggerate or just plain make up details for effect or convenience, not even consciously realizing (or admitting) that I am doing it! This only comes to light when I accidentally recycle the story.

4. My boyfriend and/or daughter are with me a lot. If I tell a story on 7 occasions, statistically my family has heard it 5 of those times. Statistically means I just randomly picked a number smaller than the first number which I also randomly picked.

5. Other people sometimes (often) don’t really care to hear my story.

6. My phone gets really hot lately when I talk for over 15 minutes so until somebody gives me a new phone (hint, hint) I have decided to put my stories down in a blog (on a blog?) and spam my friends with the link. If they wish to read it, they can. If not, I’ll never know. If they wish to discuss it, they can call me! If not, no one pays for the minutes or gets into trouble at work for taking a twenty minute personal call about how I ran out of gas that morning.

This in my opinion is a public service. This is why I want to blog. To save the world. Or in the very least my friends’ phone bills.

P.S. My birthday is in December in case phone gifting strikes anyone’s interest. I will also accept it as a Thanksgiving gift if you would prefer (October, we’re Canadian).