December 9, 2008 7:00 am
This week’s Spin Cycle topic is to explain how you named your blog and why you started blogging in the first place. Sorry Jen, but I had hoped nobody would ever ask how I named the blog but I’ll give it a shot…
I’ve always been a hard working person, I like to keep busy and be good at what I do. When I was in the hospital having Graham, I logged into work and finished the projects that I needed to get done while the teachers were out for winter break. I worked from home throughout my entire maternity leave with Graham and went back to the office part time when he was only few weeks old. It’s how I roll, I was the only person there who could do my job and they needed me.
When I got pregnant with Elliot, Jamie and I made the decision that I would stay at home with the kids after she was born. It made sense since we were in a position that allowed for it, so why not? Of course, I planned to be the Bon Bon eating housewife who watched the soaps all day and shushed the kids when Oprah was talking. When Elliot came, I had a really hard time letting go of my job. I had been secretly hoping to find a balance where I could keep working AND be home with the kids. The kicker is that my job was too demanding. No matter how hard I tried to draw the line, I knew I would end up working full time along with my family duties at home. My boss tried everything to get me to stay, even offering to keep paying me for “consulting” should my replacement ever need help. Talk about a cake gig but I just couldn’t do it. I gave my notice. I finished training my replacement and worked from home for the last two months of the school year. I still login from time to time to help my replacement but she took the reigns and ran with them. She likes to tell me that my office is still there and untouched should I ever want to go back. At this point, I don’t, but it’s nice to feel like I still could if I wanted to.
Going from being depended on by an assload of people to not seeing another adult for the majority of the day was a shocker. I was suddenly all alone with these two incredibly selfish human beings that NEVER ALLOWED ME A BREAK. At work when I had someone whining in my face, I could always walk away and take a break but here that’s just not possible. I love spending time with my kids but I was also lonely. The inner crazy started to bubble to the surface. I didn’t have any SAHM friends and didn’t know how to find any. That’s where you guys come in.
A few months after Elliot was born, I started reading blogs. I had seriously NEVER read one before that point. I’ve only ever known a handful of people who had blogs and frankly, those people were freaks. Don’t get miffed, they were freaks before they started blogging but somehow I associated one with the other and never had a high opinion of blogging. Somehow I stumbled on this blog. That chick is my Dooce. I know it’s blasphemy, but I don’t even think Dooce is all that funny and I’m baffled by her fame. Ow. That lightning bolt that just struck me kinda hurt but I stand by my decision to dislike Dooce. Ok, moving on. I kept stumbling from blog to blog and reading more stories of people I could relate to and it made me feel a little better. I was too much of a wuss to comment (and seriously wasn’t sure how), so I lurked my way all over the place. Poor Jamie had to read the ten thousand links I sent him every time I found something that made me chuckle.
One night as I was reading my nightly blogs, Jamie put the idea in my head to start a blog. I was positive that I wouldn’t have anything interesting to share and shrugged off the idea. A few weeks later, one of the blogs I read did a workshop on how to start blogging so I decided to give it a go. Worse case scenario, nobody reads it and I feel like a loser. Then came the hard part, picking my domain name. This is the part I’m embarrassed to share since the story should be WAY more interesting than it actually is. Are you ready for the story behind HAGAY? It’s here:
Yes folks, my site is named after the lyrics from a fucking Carly Simon song. I’ll pause while you laugh your ass off. Done? Ok, good, let’s move on. I stressed about picking a blog name for so long that I couldn’t even sleep until I made a decision. It was then, at 3AM, when I started browsing through my MP3 files and jotting down names. I narrowed it to a short list and anxiously waited for Jamie to wake up and weigh in. At this point, I can’t even remember the other names on the list but some of them were just plain weird. And mean. Stuff like “Ihateyourdamnchildren.com”, I set out to be a big fat meanie when I stepped into the blogosphere but don’t worry, I was all talk. Half As Good As You seemed somewhat sarcastic without actually being overly mean and I liked it. I hope you do too.
That was it, I started writing and offending daily from there. My first post got ZERO comments, and my second got one (thanks Jen). My IRL friend Robin commented on a couple but the action was limited for the first couple of weeks. Then I got the balls to delurk on a few of my favorite sites and let my potty mouth fly. Stunned, people followed me back to my site to see more. Those first few comments were like crack to me, Jamie and I got so excited that someone (who wasn’t obligated) was actually reading and stuck around to respond. From there I turned into a blog-obsessed lunatic who doesn’t know when to quit and suffers from premature eblogulation. The rest is history. And if you’re wondering if my inner crazy has died down since I took to blogging? Most days. The days it hasn’t, you can expect an expletive filled post from my end while I work things out…