Over-thinking

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I have a really hard time with stuff like this, finding one pithy little phrase or thought that sums me up. Not because I'm so bloody complicated; distillation is just a process that confounds me.

It's why I like to write; plenty of time to edit. Stick a microphone in my face and ask a simple question and there will be a dearth of bon mots, but probably plenty of "ums" and "ehs".

Me speaking not so much with the articulateness.


Anyhoo, for about a week now I've been puzzling over a title for a new blog. Some of you have suggested it and what with various other things that have been conspiring in my universe, I've decided to launch a food blog. I don't want to abandon this one, because it's good to have a place to drivel on about whatever is drivelling. The challenge of another blog, themed to something I am pretty interested in, seems like a good/fun idea.

But what to call it? Because I don't want something too cutesy or confining. I don't want to name it something that will get it beat up on the playground. (And no, honey, Tiffany and Jennifer aren't good names for a blog. But thanks). I've asked advice of friends and rolled their suggestions round and round to see if anything sticks.

JP says I'm overthinking it. He's probably right, because he usually is. But still.

You know what probably is complicating this? All that time spent in front of the Food Network the other day. They're all about "point of view" over there. You know:

Rachael has 30 minute meals.
Bobby grills.
Emeril turns things up a notch.
Sandra never cooks anything herself.
Paula is all about the down home cookin', y'all.
Gia has big teeth, all the better for eathing everyday Italian food, my dear.
Alton explores the science behind the yum.
Ina doesn't wear shoes.
Nigella bites, of course, and it really is just absolutely brilliant.

So anyway, I've been trying to come up with some pithy little title that conveys not just what I think about food but what a reader might expect to find therein. Last night The Neighbor and I were brain-storming (ha! That's exactly what I feel like, like there's a storm in my brain) and came up with something that at least made both of us laugh. So that's done. Unless I change my mind. Which I could. I expect to launch it later this week. I'll let you know.

There are other things about which my brain has been storming:

I recently gave solicited advice to a friend which was so generous in its objectivity that I have effectively aced myself out of another job opportunity. (The gun shot wound in my foot is healing nicely, thank you).

All of a sudden and with absolutely no warning, school is almost out. Which means that any projects I feel compelled to finish before summer need to be finished in the next 7 days, and all without the benefit of my extra long days because The Child is done with her service hours. Plus next week is going to be insane and then it's almost time to go to Chicago. Not to mention I have about 412 things to do for the end-of-the-year picnic.

I am mystified as to how The Child's room, which was nicely tidied up on Saturday, can already be a disaster when all she's pretty much done in it is read and sleep.

Perhaps this should be my seal: