Like the rest of you, will write soppy Christmas post soon – with a bit of luck before Christmas.
In the meantime I would like to reassure my readers that my sloppily, spur of moment, throwing any thought of mine on the blogging page is no mark of disrespect [for you, the reader]. It’s a mark of trust.
If, like most of you or so it appears, I put forethought, chiselling my words, editing and all manner of perfectionism into it, you’d never see a word of me. Why? Because I am a perfectionist. It’s all or nothing.
So this blog is nothing. Otherwise it wouldn’t exist.
U
I was going to make the perfect comment, and then realized if I too put forethought, editing, and perfectionism into it, I might never make the comment… (insert tongue in cheek smilie here)
I’m confused of course, you imply that your blog is nothing, but I’d argue that it’s all, since you did in fact make the post. It might be all you have time for, but it clearly is NOT nothing. Oh dear, double negatives now.
I guess that’s my way of saying, your blog really is something…
Comment by Phil — December 13, 2011 @ 14:28 |
Eureka, Phil. You and I would have made such good scientists in another life. You’d be Newton under the apple tree contemplating a lemon, I’d be – I don’t know – say, Einstein. Hair all over the place. Big smile. Incomprehensible.
Relatively your apple,
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — December 13, 2011 @ 14:39 |
I now feel so inadequate coming over here, as I don’t want to be looked down upon by your perfective nature. Yeah, I know perfective’s not a word but like I say, I’m not perfect. Type A personalities…siiigh…
Comment by totsymae1011 — December 13, 2011 @ 14:38 |
Type A – are you? Well, Totsy – happyness lies further down the alphabet. Say letter L: Lazy, languid, Clint Eastwood, lovelorn, lost, loquacious, trying to find the ever elusive loophole, soaking a loincloth whilst picking loganberries. Looking for lint where there isn’t any.
I see there is a lot of cleavage going on over at yours. Must have caught people’s imagination.
Perfectly yours,
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — December 13, 2011 @ 14:57 |
A mark of trust is not unlike a badge of courage. Always ready for whatever you dish up……..
Comment by winsomebella — December 13, 2011 @ 17:26 |
Brilliant, Bella “… trust is not unlike a badge of courage.” I shall wear it. If it kills me.
Still digesting your hunter’s tale…
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — December 13, 2011 @ 18:29 |
No A Type here. I fell through the cracks with being AB personality. You know, sometimes I’m hot and other times absolutely not, as far as perfection goes.
Yep, I’ve amused some with tit talk. That Totsy, who’s me, doesn’t quite know when to place the period. Her jaws chew on and on, I reckon, more than she recognizes.
Comment by totsymae1011 — December 13, 2011 @ 19:39 |
Nothing? Just another blog then?
Comment by magpie11 — December 13, 2011 @ 17:30 |
Now, now, Magpie. No need to sulk.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — December 13, 2011 @ 18:25 |
Sulk? Me? Why?
Comment by magpie11 — December 13, 2011 @ 23:53 |
If a tree falls in a forest, and Ursula wasn’t there to have it smash to smithereens near her fine leather boots, did it make a mess? If that made no sense at all, then my work here is done…if it made perfect sense, then Happy Holidays to you, too Ursula, my Dear!
Comment by Lorna's Voice — December 13, 2011 @ 22:11 |
Ursula in fine leather boots? An interesting picture that….. Spanish boots of Spanish leather no doubt?
Comment by magpie11 — December 14, 2011 @ 00:01 |
One never knows about a blog post. I can put much thought and time into one and end up with very few comments or visits. Then I can throw something against the wall and end up with wildly successful stats. Who knows? The thing is, we don’t expect perfectonism from a blog. And your raw thoughts are immensely moving. Just keep writiing Ursula and we’ll keep reading.
Comment by writingfeemail — December 20, 2011 @ 03:39 |