Motherhood: Where The Insurgents Wear Diapers
February 22, 2006
I have to admit something that has been bothering me since the Frey story came to light.
My house is not yellow.
There I have said it. Shocking, I know. I am sure many of you feel duped, misled,because you related to me as the owner of a YELLOW house. In fact, my house is Linen White.
Somehow that did not have the same ring to it.
When I picked the blog name I really didn’t give it much thought. I had opened up the blogger page. Clicked where it said create your own blog and typed in the first thing that came to mine. In retrospect it is probably an unconscious theft from Bear in the Big Blue House.
For about 9 months now I have been thinking of moving away from blogger and setting up a new domain name. Althought the name choices seem endless, they are not. In fact every single domain name that I thought of and thought it was so clever and original is already taken. That would include thebigyellowhouse dot com, dot net, dot biz and variations thereof.
I enlisted friends, who were not all that helpful… you know who you are no need to single you out for public humiliation. And in another rash moment I bought a domain name.
But, no sooner had I replaced my credit card into my wallet, I realized that I hated it.
When it popped into my head I thought it was sort of funny. A play off of the old lady who lived in the shoe.. You know, the one with too many children? The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t want to define myself that way.
I do love shoes. But yellow shoes… not so much.
I thought it might grow on me. Unfortunately, my post purchase remorse continued to grow.
All I could picture was a cartoon shoe with little cartoon children and a cartoon old lady. I hate cartoons. It’s the reason I have never been able to sit through an episode of the Simpsons, Family Guy, or whatever those other cartoons for grown ups are called. In the interest of full disclosure, I also don’t like unicorns, rainbows, fairies, or any of that mystical make believe Lord of the Rings type stuff. Moving along.
Today while I was driving home from the dentist, why yes I do live there, I thought of a domain name that I like. I also thought of taglines I liked. I was certain that it would already be taken. I rummaged through the car and my pocketbook for a pen and scrawled my idea on the back of my hand, just so I would not forget. Oddly, I have lots of fabulous ideas when I don’t have a pen and paper handy and within moments I promptly forget them all. I should start wearing a pen around my neck like old people do with their glasses.
I almost drove my car off the road in my quest for a pen, but it was worth it because no one else had picked the domain name. It was all mine. And faster than you can say American Express I bought it up.
And so, the big yellow house will be packing up. I am trying to decide what to pack and move, what to toss, and what price I can get for the god awful tsotchke we got as a wedding present and have been dragging around ever since.
There I go lying again. I have no wedding gift tsotchkes since we eloped and no one bought us a darn thing. We have no one to blame for the ugly crap in our house, but ourselves.
Motherhood Unmasked: notes from the trenches (notesfromthetrenches.com)
right now it just redirects you here.
Tell me how much you love it. If you don’t, well keep that to yourself.
I hate to disappoint, but I have no dentist stories for today. I did nothing to embarass myself. I’ll try harder next time, I promise.
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