Being new to blogging, I had no idea how you're really supposed to name your blog, so I just picked something. I should have read the book first. Turns out there are rules. I broke them all. But at least I didn't go with my first idea which went down in flames.
I thought about naming my blog "Reflections of an Ordinary Housewife." My husband helpfully pointed out that I am not a housewife, and even if I was, I wouldn't be, because that job is obsolete. The best I could hope for would be "ordinary homemaker," and that doesn't have quite the same ring.
Which led to the question of "ordinary." How do you quantify ordinary? I see myself as the epitome of ordinary. I exaggerate all the time, but that's actually true, so imagine my surprise to discover you can't be the epitome of ordinary without disqualifying yourself from the honor. Seems some people think that means you are extra ordinary, which is not the same thing at all.
Then came the issue of reflection. Who knew that word came with so many job requirements? You have to have quiet moments in which to reflect. You need to be still. You need to have a shiny surface.
It's a lot easier to be a jamwich.