It took me an entire month to figure out what to name this blog. I really wanted to name it Call it Crazy, but some jerk has it reserved and isn’t posting anything public. What’s the use of that, pray tell? And then I got a wild hair up my you-know-what to name it (Mostly) Vegan con Bebe. You should have seen the look on the husband’s face when I told him that one. He looked at me straight on and said, “You really should think long and hard about that one. It will be there FOREVER.” I told him I did.
Then, a week rolls by and I came up with a BRILLIANT name, Raising Mayhem. It captures everything about life – from creating, daily life, to raising kids. And then I did a Google search.
Apparently Raising Mayhem is the name of a PORN STAR (so, don’t do a Google search unless you’re into that stuff or are on your home computer – because I can assure it will get you fired).
Anyhoot, I thought long and hard about this name and said, why the heck not? I mean, while I can assure you there will be zero naked pictures on this blog (sorry, guys) and the only bodily fluid written about will likely be #1 (dogs and kids), #2 (mostly kids, some dogs) and #3 (this happens everyday, so I’ll keep it to a minimum. Oh, and #3 is puke in my book).
Who the heck am I and why should you care, you ask? Well, I’m Carli. In “professional” circles, I’m known as a social media person who occasionally speaks about social media stuff and occasionally tweets. I’m also known as a marketing and communications consultant (more on this later…). For a non-technical person, I also know a lot about enterprise data centers and storage. In private circles, I’m a new mom who’s just trying to figure it all out and basically got shocked into motherhood (I think the shear number of mommy bloggers out there will attest to this all too common phenomenon). Other things you should know about me: I swear like a sailor, I think I’m pretty funny (least I tend to think so), I love nice things, but I also loath over-consumption. I am an unrenowned writer, author what-have-you person and I hate having regrets, and because of that, you get the fabulous opportunity to read my blog. I can hear it now, here we go again, you say. Not another mommy blogger who thinks she’s a writer. Well, I have news for you. All this isn’t really about me, it’s about you and the opportunity I’m giving you, you see. Aside from my college professors and everyone I worked with at the college paper, I want to give you the opportunity to say, Carli? Yeah. I know her. I know her so well that I knew her before she was famous.
Pipe dream? Abosoeffinglutely.
But that’s not the point. The point is that I’m living without regrets. And I’m going to make sure that I’m not 90 years old and wondering why the hell I didn’t write more and why the hell I didn’t chase that dream. Whatever it is.
So, welcome to my blog.
Love and hate mail accepted.