Laughing at life
I rarely take life seriously…
That’s a complete lie. I try not to take life seriously but sometimes (quite often), I do take things very seriously as they happen, but when I look back, then I see the hilarity in life.
I mean sometimes, yes, I totally get the whole inappropriate giggles that used to get my into a lot of trouble as a teenager.
When I first began all this personal development work and had my first stint as a group coach, one of the group members really got offended when I laughed about something that had happened to her.
I wasn’t being mean, but it was funny. She didn’t think so.
She told me that in her opinion (humble or otherwise) I was a sociopath, unable to relate to other people, and furthermore I should psychiatric help if I was ever going to be able to form solid relationships with people. Right.
Well, that little “contribution” burst my bubble for a little while but then I reverted back to my old giggly ways.
The meaning behind things
This is a very long winded way of explaining the meaning behind my blog names (note the plural: I’m going to include the Stop Being So Poor blog here, too).
Actually, this blog – Menopause, Marriage and Motherhood – is quite obvious. It’s just descriptive of the point that I’m at in life, which is pretty damn boring as an explanation and gets this whole article over and done with in a single sentence.
But I’m going to let you in on a little secret here: if you look at the web address of this blog, it’s actually called the Alpha Female Blog. Again, for obvious reasons: I’m the Alpha Female of our little clan.
Man, I’m boring when it comes to naming websites.
Stop being so poor
The titles and names of the websites and the articles is the hardest part of all this online stuff for me. I’d rather struggle with learning how to use a new platform and sort out the SEO than I would find new titles for things.
It’s just so difficult! I spend so much time scouring the internet to try to find inspiration for catchy titles that are going to make people click on my work! You have no idea.
I can’t even take the credit for the name of the other blog – Stop Being So Poor. That was my brother. I was breaking his heart during a conversation in which I told him that we couldn’t go to Egypt for his 50th birthday celebrations and he said, “Stop being so poor! Stop it! Just get off it, get over yourself!”.
I thought the comment was totally accurate (and very upsetting), totally hilarious and the perfect name for a website about money.
It’s interesting because now I think about it, naming articles and websites, i.e. stuff in the public eye, is the only time I have trouble naming things.
There's a lot of fun in naming things
My animals have had all sorts of exotic names. Keeley wanted to call her new kitten “Princess” when she got her. Unfortunately for Keeley, I was heartily sick of cleaning out the litter tray when I registered her at the vets.
Since I got the pleasure of registering the kitten at the vets, the name on her registration certificate is “Princess Poopy Pants”.
Keeley picked up this idea of multi-dimensional names and insisted that I rename her pony (formerly Duncraig Reebok) as Duncraig Reebok Pretty Speedy Snowdrop. Nice.
She was a very, very cute pony, mind. She was the one trying to chuck Keeley off in the photo on my article, A Little S**t of a Pony.
We’ve had animals named Sirius Black (I love Harry Potter), Atilla The Hun (a black Labrador who famously licked the legs of the thieves as they were trying to steal my car).
The ultimate small dog name
But our little Maltese/Poodle cross, Maxie, who was the proud owner of the ultimate in small dog names:
Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius, father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
Yes, that is actually on his registration certificate, and caused no end of laughter whenever we took him to the vets.