Please welcome Nicole of By Word of Mouth Musings as today’s featured blogger.
What a pleasure it is to be here in Shell’s bloghome – I have known her for eon’s in blogtime. I came across her and her lovely partner in crime tweeting one night. After having previously dismissed Twitterland, they convinced me that you could have real conversations in 140 characters or less. This led to planning for a meet up at our first conference as the newbies we were, and we now make a date to have dinner whenever we are in the same town. One of the highlights of blogging is meeting your blogfriends in real life and then discovering you actually do want to be friends with them in real life.
Let it be said that. That. Is not always the case.
Yes, that is all.
So here I am … I write a little blog called …
and today I realised that it is simply hopeless.
It is indeed true.
I am in fact just too old to blog.
Please do not confuse this with too old to write. I write all of the time.
Sometime just little snippets on receipts in my car. Or on the back of a checkbook, I just remembered that I did that, now which of the five check books that we have in service at this point did I write that on? Is it forgetful and dreamy, or more of an early onset of Alzheimers? I take a notebook wherever I go. Yet for some reason I never take one to bed with me and remain convinced that the stupendous idea that typically comes to me right as I lay my head on the pillow, will in fact be there when I wake up in the morning – and of course it is not. Even tho I try that mind thing I read about once and repeat the idea several times in my head, as tho it will stick into some deep recess of my brain. Apparently it does stick in the deep recess in my brain, but then unfortunately it is too dark back there to find its way back out again. Much the same as when I race into a room, or up the stairs, or out into the garage on a mission, then get to my destination with not the faintest idea why I am there. Sigh.
MR51% bought me an iPad and a stylus to have a shortcut from the notes I write to the computer screen I actually need them in. It scares me a little, so I have schlepped it to a couple of conferences in the hopes that a few uber fabulous bloggy friends will help me … but we seem to get caught up in the partying and the fun and the socialising and so it does not happen … imagine that. Now it would appear that Wiki has taken it over, the fact that she has put a password on it was somewhat of a give away. The fact that I cannot figure out how to get around it, is yet another indication that I am too old for this technical gig.
Talking about my little family, you can read about us here …
The most recent pic I could find of four of us together!
And so I will resume simply writing. Quite often the simple ramblings that others may keep to their journals or diaries – but no, I guess I will just continue to put them out here for the world to see however narcissistic that may seem. Truth be told, I have never kept a journal. I have bought new sparkly ones, ones with beautiful wording set to inspire and I have bought ones that look serious, dependable and scream, these are my thoughts take them seriously. They remain empty, unwritten, on shelves unloved, untouched. I have a dear friend who is a fastidious journal writer. She writes books of thoughts and plans and wishes, she always has. She has filled so many over the years, and they are all stored away. I know where they all are, because should anything ever befall her, we have a pact that I will take the many boxes she has stored and destroy them all. Her words are not out there for the world to see, nor will they ever see the light of day. Sad really, she has a way with words, hers is a voice that should be heard, but she doesn’t blog, she doesn’t share. She just bares her heart and soul to her lonely pages.
See this age thing and how quickly I digress from my lack of keeping on track. In two seconds flat I went from my narcissistic outlook to oooh shiny, must go there.
So my point, if there is one, is that I do love to write, share my words. I thank Shell for having me here today and I look forward to getting to know you too. You know, I was terribly jealous that she started blogging without telling a soul so that she could share her honest words here. I always feel as tho I am looking over my shoulder and wondering what people, or friends, or family will think of the words in my little box of my very own making.
btw, I am also jealous of her gorgeous blonde hair and have you seen that girl rock a slipdress?
And as always
The Pinterest where I keep my oooh shiny look at that ideas
The Crackbook because I cannot give it up
The Twitter where friends are made
The Blog aka my narcissistic journal
Did I mention what a HUGE pleasure it is to be here today … made my week … and my week needed some making – trust me! Thank you Shell. Love always xxxx
Haha! Oh, I can relate to this post! Even the notepad by the bed. I swear I do my best thinking at 2am. Except I don’t write anything down because if I wake up enough to write and think that hard I will never go back to sleep. So, I ignore the notepad only to find that the fabulous post idea I had is gone.
You know those ideas we had and lost would have been blockbusters – right? Touted for the world to see, and yet lost in the land of forgotten blog post promises xxxx
I love seeing two wonderful bloggers sharing a space! What a wonderful post.
You are such a lovely cheerleader, thank you for always showing so much love xxxx
How I love waking up tonread your words…. 🙂
I too have so many notebooks with notes here and there….and when I try to follow throughnwith an idea, I can never find which book it’s in! Haha.
Love you any which way- young, old, shiny or not.
xo
Oh you, my “dearest sweet everything a girl could wish for in a friend” – how I heart thee, let me count the many ways 😉
I try to keep a notebook to record all my wonderful thoughts so that I remember them when I need them except that I can never find the notebook when I need it!
Getting older stinks!
It does really, yesterday I was next to a girl in the check out line and realised that I was staring at her face trying to see how she had hidden her pores. So wrong ….
Too old? No way! I love your words…and now I’m dying to read those checkbook snippets. New weekly linky in the making?
a linky, now there is something I had about given up on … but Snippets and Soundbites … now there is a thought … we should chat … if I remember 😉
And I love reading your words. Sadly, these days I have less and less time for writing AND reading.
sadly my world has been lacking in both … but you, who live a mere few miles from me … we should just have an irl gathering of words instead.
Oh, dear Nicole! I love your words and enjoy reading them… no matter what you write! And journals… I have many that also sit blank on shelves. I have all these grand ideas and then rarely follow through with them and I have no idea why.
I’m glad to see you here in Shell’s place!
Hello lovely, you are always so very good for my soul – so good to see you and chat … its like we are all hanging out at Shell’s for a girls luncheon – hey Shell, where’s the wine?
I can relate to the notebooks – I have many and I end up using them to write grocery lists!
And you’re not too old to blog, you’re fabulous!
Having just had a close look in the mirror while doing my hair – the fabulous comment was just what I needed to hear 😉
I’m glad you’re out there, sharing your words.
Oh my gosh my home is where beautiful sparkly notebooks go to die. Untouched, unwritten in. Or maybe the first few pages are used, but then I got distracted or something.
And yes, Shell is even lovelier in person than she is online.
She is isn’t she – am so happy that i met her and the lovely Ash, and have been able to spend so much quality time with them both.
Clearly bloggers everywhere are responsible for the fall of the forests.
Ack.
I have a ton of notebooks too. And I got my my best ideas while breastfeeding, except I never had a notebook around, and if I did, I didn’t have a free hand.
See, you should market some kind of dictaphone thing for breastfeeding Moms … The Blingy Breastfeeding Bookfree Bloggy thingamajig … it has to be blingy so it can be easily found.
I may have to revisit this pile of notepads and see what is in there that is not already obsolete …
Oooh, we’re NEVER too old to blog…..
Maybe this is true, I mean writing about my daily new found flaws and shortcomings could take forever … also, since I may forget and write about them twice, I will never run out of material …
Yay Nicole! So glad to see you here. And I totally identify. Plus, my brain is clearly shriveling up….
according to the lady in Sephora yesterday, my brain was not what she was talking about when she mentioned aging and shriveled … sigh.
I confess that I am not very good about checking out Shell’s Featured Bloggers every week…..but I came flying right over when I saw it was you Nicole! I also confess to being a bit of a lurker on your blog sometimes: I read, but I don’t always leave a comment. You say it so well and so true…what can I add? Clearly you are not too old at all.
geez, that was 2 confessions in one post comment…..Sunday must be on the way 😉
aww, you say the sweetest things. I too am a great reader and not always a great comment leaver .. sometimes the comments after a post are just too overwhelming to add too. But I do love our ‘chats’ we have from time to time – so thank you and as for flying over here … made my heart swoon after my non bloggy week – thanks xxxx
Pssst: I’m jealous of your hair, too, Nicole.
(My ponytail says I’m too old to wear it every day. DANG.)
Come on over, you could totally carry off this do … and let me tell you, I cut this and color it all by myself .. yes, in Boca – shocking I know!
Oh, I so relate to this. I’m a brilliant writer in my head just before I go to sleep? By morning I’m just me again and the ideas have leaked out my ear while sleeping, no matter how I try to sleep on my back. Oh well. I’m glad that you put your words out for us all to read!
P.S. I, too, had dismissed Twitter until Shell and a few others convinced me it was worth a look!
We really are amazing in the night hours and then our brilliance trickles away at dawn … so very sad. And as those ideas leak away, they apparently leave my face dry and wrinkly 😉
My dear Nicole . . . you will never be too old for anything. You have a love of life that teenagers should be so lucky to have. xoxoxo
The trick is to blog here and not put a link on your own blog. Then you can say everything you want! 🙂
Yes, Shell’s a smart cookie, even if she did eventually get ousted.
Right Shell? I seem to remember your family finding out about this blog?