Hi everyone! I’m sorry for my lack of contribution to society slacking so hard on my blog lately. I went on a much needed hiatus from life and vacationed my over-worked-and-run-down-soul. Fret not thyself! I am back and hopefully with a ton to say about all sorts of things everybody cares about!
It’s awesome to see all the different opinions on the day of love!
Here are some of my favourites this week.
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
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I’m going to begin by saying that I wish I had come up with some clever blog title after thinking long and hard but I merely stumbled upon mine in the most random way.
Oh my gosh, I’m freakin’ Bri ish!
I was doing what any other normal person would do on a Sunday afternoon — call my cousin and pretend I had an accent(duh!). Growing up, I had this obsession with my British family members and I would beg them to teach me how they did that thing with their mouth. You know — the thing where they sound incredibly cool and different. Of course, they would always reply with a simple ” but American sounds so much better”. Those silly Brits had no idea that being Canadian meant I didn’t speak American!
Fast forward to later that evening and there I was; staring at my Macbook with a blank title as I struggled to create my first WordPress blog. I knew that I wanted to write about what I would find interesting and what I relate to the most. I was a 20something looking to give people the honest insight on people my age and what they’re up to (because no where else on the web is there such a thing).
After many failed attempts at a unique blog title (surprise, surprise), I decided to write down some questions. Like what made me an expert on 20somethings anyway? I mean I could barely cook pasta without screwing up. I never know if I’m doing anything right and I still call my mom when my tummy hurts!
THAT’s why he didn’t go to prom with you.
Then, like a lightning bolt (shut up, it’s how I picture it in my mind as I write this) it came to me. I knew that I could offer something to the poor chap who would be reading my mostly useless posts because I was the person all of my friends would go to when they wanted the “411”. I am the girl who people come to when they want to find out how everyone else feels. I was the person that offered the no bullshit straight up advice to your problems when everyone else was afraid to say, “You’re an idiot”. If we went to a party and you wanted to know the skinny on what really happened between that douche bag Blake and annoying Ashley, I’d be your girl. I’ve always been that girl. For as long as I can remember, I have been giving everyone in my life “the low down” on life, boys, sex, family and everything in between.
There was only one problem — the low down, lowdown, low down, lodown, lo-down, a low down were all taken. Ugh, but how can that be? It’s my blog name and it fits my writing profile. Can I request to take the blog name from someone? Fine — I guess I’ll have to improvise.
Bingo!
That’s when I thought, what if I add z (the first letter of my name) to lowdown because it would be me giving you the lowdown? I’ll admit, it sounded really really dumb at first. I paced my apartment saying it over and over and over again to make sure that I didn’t absolutely hate it. Naturally, after saying it so many times I started to do with an accent. A British accent, a Chinese accent and a French accent.
The French accent was perfect. It sounded so eloquent and hilarious at the same time, I couldn’t help myself. I said it over 30 more times with the accent and laughed every time. Well, I do want people to laugh when they read my blog right?
“qui qui”
That’s when I wrote my first blog post and told all of my new friends that when they read my blog title, they should try saying it with a French accent!
Voilà — and there you have it folks.
It’s not so much having them that scares me, it’s more of the ‘raising them’ part. I mean, let’s say I don’t end up with my picture perfect life where I live in outer space a beautiful home with a gorgeous front porch and a big back yard. An extraordinary life where my husband is Adam Levine, my kids are preppy adorable dreamers and Oprah is my neighbor. Maybe I end up living a mediocre life in a nameless town outside of Toronto, with an OK job, a mini van and a modern family. SO WHAT?!
Well then…I’d be terrified.
Maybe one day I’ll know how to raise one of my own.
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