Okay, peeps. 2011 is right around the corner, I’m growing my hair out (again) and I turn 35 in less than two months. What does all of this mean?
It means that I’m itching again. Itching for change, for mixing up, for something new. Since divorce is out of the question (Mr. X politely, but firmly refused when I requested one last week to pursue Ryan Reynolds, explaining that he may look very good, but is apparently a real jerk) and money for redecorating the kitchen is not a line item in our budget, I honed in on that one other area that I could do something with: this here blog.
I asked you all in April whether or not I should find a new space for my
half-baked well-thought out and coherent blatherings and the resounding answer was no. I am not revisiting that question. But, the fact remains that I am no longer as young – hello 35! – nor am I technically infertile anymore (although emotionally, once an infertile, always an infertile).
My compromise? I want to stay here, but have a new name and the freedom to write about the wider world. I’ve been using what little gray matter I have to come up with a new name that meets so many different criteria: catchy, short, memorable, descriptive (but not overly so), witty, pithy, downright humorous and recognizing the drama that we made it through to get here.
Once again, in my hour of need, I turn to you, bright shining spots of humanity for help. What in the Sam Hell do I name this blog?!
Consider the topics that it will cover: motherhood after infertility and miscarriage, general parenting blathering, pets, husbands (as pets and on their own), books, movies, TV, hobbies, my mad Mahjongg Skillz, my overall general awesomeness, your general overall awesomeness, current events, not so current events and pretty much everything else that’s fit to print (except my job. I refuse to talk about my job). So, no mentions of me being a lawyer. Everything else is fair game.
All I ask is that the new name cannot be the name of another blog. I want to keep it for a while and not get sued.
To sweeten the pot, I will offer to the winner a handmade item such as a holder for knitting needles, placemats, or a totebag (it’s totally negotiable and I have awesome fabrics). Several readers have been recipients of my handiwork and swear up and down that they love it (even if they secretly give it to the Goodwill), so what’s there to lose?