This blogging journey feels like pushing a wheel barrow uphill climb sometimes rather than a joyride on the information highway. I’ve banged out about four humble posts per week for the past eight months. In a relentless (and sometimes desperate) search for blog fodder I have exposed far more of myself than I ever anticipated. (Strictly in the metaphoric sense of course). I have professed my undying love for Fass over and over. I’ve dissected my body image hang ups ( not that they are any worse than any other woman’s), regaled you with my views on other people’s political views and given you plenty of crumpet to feast your eyes upon. I’ve waxed lyrical about the glorious banality of my marriage and ridiculed my husband’s novelty T-shirt collection for your amusement. The door to Chez ‘Abulous has been held wide open for you dear readers ( I know there’s about a dozen of you). I have even shown you my gosh darn toilet.
After eight solid months of blogging Mumabulous is hardly a woman of mystery. Still this blog is not an access all areas pass to Chez Abulous. There are some areas that are strictly off limits and some doors in the house that will remain firmly closed. Here are some things I’m not able to blog about.
My Former Career (such that it was)
I’d dearly love to spill the beans on the glamorous (cough, cough) world of high finance. It would be such fun to share tales the office politics, the dodgy dealing, the shady characters, the Christmas party shenanigans and the cads who made Don Draper look like The 40 Year Old Virgin. Sadly the topic is in lock down as I might want to work in this town again.
My Previous Love Life (such that it was)
I’m putting a blanket ban on discussing former flames on this blog. Its disrespectful to Dadabulous but then again so is poking fun at his wardrobe and penchant for Dungeons and Dragons. My twenties and early thirties featured a conga line of players and losers. Frankly embarrassed about my poor choices. If I’d blogged back then Single ‘Abulous would have read like Bridget Jones, something the world doesn’t need more of. Therefore I wont be telling you all about the first wave Silicon Valley entrepreneur, the charismatic Irish cad, the graphic designer who like Peter Pan refused to grow up or the ones who were really bad. To be fair there were some nice guys who simply weren’t “that into me”. Sigh. On one level I’m grateful to all of them – they make me appreciate Dadabulous all the more. Its better to date a handful of duds than marry one.
My Current Sex Life (such that it is)
OK – I’ve shown you guys through the master bedroom suite at Chez ‘Abulous. I’ve bragged about it having an ensuite with corner spa and a walk in wardrobe. I’ll refrain from too much detail about what goes on in there. I can safely tell you that its my preferred location to read The New Scientist and P2 likes to pretend the bed is boat but anything beyond that is a no go zone. This is purely for your own benefit. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about what a vertically challenged middle aged couple get up to. If you do, there are plenty of sites you can refer to (you sick puppies).
I had a few health challenges in my twenties and early thirties. There was nothing life threatening but it was frustrating never the less. I can happily report that I’ve been really well for the last decade and I don’t want to go over ancient territory on the blog. Its a downer and Mumabulous aspires to be an upper.
Are there any topics you won’t touch on your blog?
In other news, as you’ll be aware the Village Voices Best Blog competition is on again. My strategy is to feed the judges up with crumpet. I’m wanting to do a follow up of a popular post I wrote back in August – Hollywood Hotties Dorkified (http://mum-abulous.com/2012/08/01/man-abulous-hollywood-hotties-dorkified/). Which super studs would you like to see given the Mumabulous treatment?