My Goofy Blog Title

I need to talk about the name of this blog.

Goofy Mama.

It's not the best name in the world, and anybody who knows me knows that I'm more of a Quirky Mama than a Goofy Mama.

The name quirkymama.blogspot.com had already been taken, so I couldn't use it. So then, I tried a couple of other names, like Crunchy Mama, Weird Mama, Quirky Mom... All taken.

Then I thought of (and this is the one I liked the best): Quirk (www.quirk.blogspot.com). But that was taken too! And THIS is what it looks like. It's horrible. This "Candice" lady has a single posting and she hasn't updated the site in 8 years. But, because of her, I wasn't able to use my most favorite blog name in the universe. Bah.

So, 3-1/2 months ago when I started this blog and I was trying to come with a name and everything I entered kept coming up as taken, I tried Goofy Mama, and it worked. I got super-excited that I finally found something that worked, so I jumped on it right away. So, now I'm stuck with Goofy Mama.

Two blogs that I visit frequently have the best names I've ever heard: I Just Like You and Alabaster Cow. I like saying the names of these blogs. I Just Like You describes the way the blogger feels about her husband and little daughter, and it's one of the most well-written, charmingly honest blogs I have ever read. The blog Alabaster Cow is hilarious and I just love the way the words Alabaster Cow roll off my tongue. It's a beautiful phrase. It reminds me of how I name my kids so that their middle names sound beautiful with their first names: Ocean Miranda Rose, Ezra Isaiah Jude, Peace Olivia Anne.

Back to my blog. Now let's talk about the avatar I picked out... the one with a good-looking animated replica of me holding a laundry basket. Again, if you know me (or, if you've been reading this blog regularly), you will understand how inane this is given the fact that I HARDLY EVER DO THE LAUNDRY. As I've said before, I let my kids (and myself) wear the same clothes for a looooooooooooooong time. This equates to me washing one overfilled load of laundry every two weeks or so. I am not kidding about this. (And don't even ask me about our sheets. You don't need to know how long they go without being washed.)

Vern doesn't like me to wash his clothes because when I throw them in the dryer, I always forget to take his shirts out and then they get all wrinkly. One time I did the laundry, and I actually REMEMBERED to take his shirts out and I said to him, "I did the laundry and I even took your shirts out of the dryer... like a good wife." And then we both laughed and laughed at the idea of me being a good wife. (Note: In the above illustration, the term "good wife" alludes to the idea of a woman who does all of the superficial womanly work in a household... like laundry, vacuuming, cooking, et al. It does not refer to anything that actually matters in the ways of a good wife, like whether or not I'm a good listener or that I'm good in the sack.)

So, as you can see, dear readers, my avatar is utterly senseless. And it doesn't express my goofiness (which, ideally, it should, so as to go with my unwelcomed Goofy Mama title). I will give this blog a complete overhaul one of these days. Or maybe I'll start something up in WordPress, if I can figure out how to navigate my way through WordPress. Maybe WordPress will have a Quirky domain name not in use...