A dozen reasons why I'm a goob.

This is not a revelation by any means, but it's true and I know I have to admit it. As long as you love me anyway, I'm okay with the admission.

(Side note: Why does spell check always underline the word "okay" when I use it? Better yet, why does it suggest "Tokay" as a suitable substitute? I just wanna say something similar to "alright" not talk about a freakin' gecko, Gekko gecko, of the Malay Archipelago and southeastern Asia: sometimes kept as a pet or in the capitalized instance about a freakin' aromatic wine made from Furmint grapes grown in the district surrounding Tokay, a town in NE Hungary or similarly the sweet, strong white wine made in California. Thanks www.dictionary.com for clearing that up for me, but can you let spell check know now, 'cause it's beating me down! But I digress...per usual...)

Ok...so...
I kinda begged some friends of mine to start blogging, too, because (goob point #1) I'm slightly incapable of venturing into unknown territory on my own. For example, I could never be The Ghost Whisperer because she's always going out alone (Hello?!? I would so need a posse...), in the dark (...with flashlights or at least the ability to notice a light switch on the wall and use it...), down an alley/basement/graveyard/deserted location (hence the need for said posse and light source). Maybe it's because (goob point #2) I've never been really good at handling individual failure but (goob point #3) I can deal with failure if I share the same loss/disappointment/(insert fitting noun here) with others, like say New England Patriots fans who were so sure they were gonna win the Super Bowl.

I have to say, these friends stepped up and did it. Found somewhere to post and began blogging. That day, in fact. Not that I forced them to, I only made a mere suggestion, stroked their egos a bit...that's all. I had been telling them I was "gonna start blogging" and then gave them the official link...and that was it....they were off.

And now...(goob point #4) I've got writer's block. Which isn't really true. I have tons of stuff I want to write about. I just don't know how. (goob point #5) I'm a bit anal about writing to be completely honest. I'm (goob point #6) a stickler for accuracy, (goob point #7) punctuation, (goob point #8) grammar, (goob point #9) and flow/style. I don't know why. I'm the only one who ever put that kind of pressure on myself (goob point #10). Seriously. I just had to change the numbering on the last 3 "goob points" because I had forgotten one. (Strike that up as goob point #11.)

But I will continue...I kinda have to now. I've told too many people I was going to do this. My life is not that interesting to blog about, really, but my past is. So, I'll focus on that for now. Work up to the present. Now that I have a plan, it doesn't seem so daunting. (And there it is. Goob point #12.)