Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Blog name idea #1 - Coffee Table for Two

Because I can't think of anything else to write for this edition of True Story Tuesday (brought to us by Rachel & Mr Daddy), I'm bumping this from September. It's the "true story" of how I became writer to this blog (inspired by my best Texas friend, Aunt Crazy) and how I decided on a name for it. It was my first entry on Blogger and I'm sharing it today ..... (what I'd also like to share today quickly before I leave you to my story is that on this mid-November day in Calgary, I am wearing capri's ....)

I’ve been thinking about starting an official blog for a long time now, a few years actually. I started one somewhere and didn’t realize my privacy settings were set so nobody could read them. I had assumed they were being read by millions all over the world, but as I recently discovered, they had not been. So here I am, starting an official blog (and that means pulling a few old blogs and adding them here). It doesn’t mean that anymore people will read it now than before, but I’m facebooked out, can’t jump onboard with twitter, and actually miss my writing. I wrote a lot when I was a kid. I started my first diary when I was in fourth grade (I vaguely remember something about a boy pinching my bum and wondering if it was “sexual abuse” … now sometimes I catch myself sticking it out in hopes that someone grabs it …but times change). Throughout junior high, I was writing every few days (which is about how long it took for me to fall out of love with one boy, and in love with another, over and over and over), and by high school, I was adding entries before school & after school every day. Ok, who am I kidding? ….. I didn’t go to school everyday by that time, which is probably a huge contributing factor as to why my 1 year old attended my high school graduation, but you get the idea. I’m pretty sure I wasn‘t a normal teenager with a normal life by any means, so those journals will be burned before I die. Because I have a tendency to hoard, one of my sisters has sworn to me that if I bite it before she does, she will destroy the journals before anyone else can lay their eyes on them. I was going to burn them this year, but when I opened one up and began to read, things started coming back to me. Good things. And at this stage in my life, it’s a bit of a battle to think back and remember the good things. So I’m going to keep them a while longer, stuffed at the back of my closet and take them out whenever the mood strikes me. For now though, I have this blog. It was a challenge trying to decide on a name for it, I had dozens of ideas, but for some reason or another, none of them fit. Not even sure of this one works, but here it is - Coffee Table for Two. I didn’t like the simple idea of “table for 2” (isn‘t there a TV show out there somewhere called Table for 17, or 25?) because I felt like I would have been duping you. Don’t get me wrong, I take my little one out to eat every now and then. Just last long-weekend, as a matter of fact, we kicked it old school with a few burnt CD’s and drove up to Edmonton just to dine at the Old Spaghetti Factory in West Ed. I almost had her convinced to stop at the corn maze on the way back, but at 12 years old, that was way too lame to even warrant a response. Anyway, back to “table for two” idea … everyone who knows me knows that my kitchen table has never been set for two. Hell, it’s never been set at all. Yep, we eat at the coffee table. Right in front of the 42-inch HD TV. We even fight each other for the best spot …. Couch. Or love seat. The love seat has the advantage right now because we just moved in and I’m still getting a feel for the place. I’ve been eating in front of the TV pretty much my whole life. When I was a kid, my mom would cook great meals and we’d have to eat at the kitchen table, with our glass of milk n’ all, but as we grew up and TV became more interesting, we just retreated to the living room. And that’s pretty much where we’ve been ever since. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t always eat our meals watching TV. Sometimes, one of us is on the computer! Don’t judge me, I’m just being honest. And it’s early in my new blog, if you think this is bad, you haven’t heard the half of it ….. Yes, I am an unconventional mother. Not a bad mom, I do know that much (because we all know that as long we do one thing different than our parents did, we’re doing ok and you should see how many things I do different than my mom ….) but I wouldn’t rule out calling me a ‘laid back’ mom, and sometimes, I admit, downright lazy! Hey, I had my baby 12 years ago and haven’t been on mat leave yet. I’m tired, gimme a break.


  1. What an amazing blog!! Check out this one too for Unique Coffee Tables.

  2. Thanks Jillian :) I SHOULD by us a spectacular and unique coffee table to symbolize this :)

  3. Haha... it's funny how we tend to do things differently than our parents. I never got to sit at the dining table as a kid - we always ate in front of the TV, so now I make it a point to eat at the table! ;)

    Great name choice!

  4. Always wondered about your blog name - great background story - and probably true for more people nowadays too!