Would a rose by any other name still smell as sweet?
Okay, that's about the extent of my poetry but it leads me to this. Several of you have wondered about my name change. I used to be 'numberonesistah' and then I switched over to Shawn.
I was having an identity crisis. I do that sometimes. Usually when that happens I end up getting divorced and moving to another state and starting all over again. (Over-react? Moi? Surely you jest.) But this time I still kinda like the man I'm married to so it manifested as a bloggy name change.
Numberonesistah came out when I was just a lurker. You remember those days...the days before we made the great plunge head first into the Sea of Blog. The days we just crept up to the water and would dip a toe in with a comment now and then.
I started lurking on my sister's blog, The Color of Home. I'm her oldest sister..so numberonesistah was born. Welll..I have since surpassed her in followers. What? This isn't a followers contest? Oh, hush already..it's my blog, it can be a followers contest if I want it to be! So there.
It turns out that once I started blogging, I kinda used hers as a measuring stick. She's blogged for over a year and is hilariously funny and has 24 followers I think. I've been blogging a few months now and just hit 31. I know that shouldn't mean a darn thing but I have this warped little competitive streak that pops out around my family. Something about being the oldest perhaps...I don't know. Probably never will know since I gave up therapists a long time ago in favor of sarcasm and wine. Works much better for me.
Lo and behold..identity crisis. She's rarely blogging anymore. Numberonesistah was from lurking on HER blog. So one day...I just became me. Unfortunately, I just put my own name down. Those of you that read me know that I'm a bit of a ::cough:: smartass ::cough:: That was the best I could come up with?!
There are so many monikers out there I could have chosen! Crooked Dog Leg. Bat Shit Shawn. (Trust me, I heard 'shit, Shawn' a LOT while I was growing up.) I could have gone exotic, Bubbles Galore. Or realistic...Queen of All I Survey!
But I'm just Shawn. Shawn just kinda popped up there and I heard Meredith from Gray's Anatomy in my head. "Pick me. Choose me. Love me." So I did.
Update: Waaah! 30! I lost somebody. Wha..wha...what did I say? Gawd, I hope I don't turn into one of those women that show up at someone's workplace with snot and mascara running down her face wondering why she isn't loved anymore. Thank goodness I got some more wine the other day.