I Know my Heart can Make you Happy...

What is Blip to me..... 

I wanted to spell Blip out with fingers; B for Boy, L for Lush, I for I, and P for Parental Guidance.   We are all slightly under the weather, and Boy has Gambian Wifi, i.e, in existence for approximately 5 minutes in every day.   So it was easier to burn my fingers, drop sparklers, and resort to a gas torch.   Look carefully, BLIP is spelt out. 

Blip is my family journal.   With a Boy on the other side of the Atlantic, and a Gal, on the other side of the Country, I blip news; I blip stories, I blip memories; and they know I'm okay.   I miss a day.... and they get in touch. 

I blip my life, every day for 2,157 days.  That is almost 6 years.   6 years of my life, down here, on pages for you to read at your leisure, or for you to ignore,  it's that simple.  

What would I do if it disappeared?  

I would probably revert to writing.   

The photos which inspire me, would go, I'd loose all I wrote before. I'd be sad, but ultimately, I'd move on.  

We all would.  

There would be moaning, and wailing, and champing of teeth, but in reality, Blip is a webpage which we love, but in actual fact we would still be able to exist without it. 

Friendships have been forged through Blip which won't fall apart if it were to end.   

But we don't want it to fall apart;   we don't want to stop blipping.  This is a facility which we use, and love, and people who don't use it, love reading other people's stories too.   

To that end, the crowdsurfing idea set up by the Mad Four (You'd have to be mad to invest so much time and effort for Free), is here and ready, and waiting for your commitment.  They aren't asking for the world; just a donation for as much as you can afford to keep Blip with the members.  

I've donated; not very much, but as much as I was able.  I may or may donate some more... it depends,  and whether you donate, depends on your feelings.    

If you care about this interactive site, where we get to mingle with the likes of Diva-ness, or the crazy that is TWW, or share in the joy of Grandmother hood; or a dose of sense from Peebles....(I do hope your man-flu is better, Sir), then maybe you will.  if so, click and donate a little bit, and be part of the ownership of this lovely place. 

And if not, fear not... It's not the end of the world. 

But i'd miss you.