What Am I Thinking?

"You should write a blog!"

"Do you blog?  No?  I would read it if you did."

So after dozens of comments of that nature (okay 5), here I sit.  All three children in my house are blessedly and simultaneously sleeping away, and I am choosing to tap tap at the keyboard instead of sleep sleep in my bed or clean clean my house.  We'll see how this goes...

Since the three of you who will read this already know me and are my friends, I will skip the introductions (for now) and move on to the really important stuff: how I chose the name of this little corner of the internet.  If you've ever started a blog (and judging by my experience trying to find a domain name, everyone has), you know that it is quite a process to find a name/domain that isn't already taken.  So here are some of the things I tried:

Freckles and Frogs (taken.  last blogged in 2012)

Funny Side Up (taken.  one post in 2003 that said "testing")

GingerMama (because it is a stupid nickname I use for stuff.  taken)

Laughing All the Way

Running With Scissors (this one is a private blog, but it also has a website attached to that name, which has links to Playboy things on it.  So there's that.)

 Maidens and Mullets (this was suggested by my husband based on a funny story involving our kids. Immediately turned down by me, because of all the reasons in the universe, not the least of which that it sounds like it would lead you to pornography from 1987.)

Speaking of which, other blog titles that sound like porn: 

Ginger and Spice

Ginger and Spice and Everything Nice

 (both taken)

More titles I tried just for the heck of it:

Burns Notice (thank you M.H.)

Clan Burns

This Will Be Fun

Gingerella

(all taken)

 and on and on and on forever and ever you get the picture.

So how did I eventually choose Everyone Was Staring?  I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat.  I wanted "Everyone is Staring."  But, again, taken.  The story still applies, though.  When my two oldest children were smaller and I was hugely pregnant with our third, a new grocery store opened near our house.  I said to my husband, "I'll take the kids to the store!  This will be fun!"  Needless to say, it wasn't.  Andrew (who was around 4 at the time) waited until we got to the very back of the store and then proceeded to throw the biggest tantrum this side of the Mississippi.  I had to pull him kicking and screaming through the store, abandoning the rest of what I needed to get just to make a quicker exit.  After we got home and he was sitting in the longest time out of his life, I crumpled into a pregnant, hormonal heap in the basement and sobbed.  Meanwhile, Emma, my oldest who was around 5, wrote me a note that said the following:

Dear Kelley,

I am sorry that Andrew was screaming and everyone was staring at you.

Love Emma

And thus, Everyone Was Staring was born.  Check back here again for more excitement, like my musings on the new season of the Bachelorette, or theories on coffee consumption.  I might occasionally remark on a trip to paradise aka Target or a kid conundrum.  Most likely you will find me here when my floors need a good cleaning, the laundry hamper is heaping, and I feel like avoiding all of that.  So tomorrow.

(Us...a few years ago.  Not the most up-to-date, considering one of our members isn't even close to born yet, but certainly stare-worthy.)

 P.S. Should I consider it a win that in my very first blog post ever I include references to both Playboy and pornography?  I think I will.