New Look, New Name, Same Old Complaining!

I kid, I kid. Sure, I do a fair amount of complaining, but it's worth it's weight in therapy gold, so I won't be self-deprecating about it. That would be biting the hand that feeds this hungry little blogger!

I've had plans to change the name and look of this blog since I began it back in July. The original name, 'What I Did for Love', was OK, but fit somewhat like OJ made the glove out to be-having the appearance of being way too snug, but if I wiggled my fingers around a bit, it might've slipped on comfortably. But it just so happens I'm too lazy to wiggle every time I visit the blogosphere. I wanted something that felt...just right. I mean, if the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit, right? Ok, not sure how I just summoned 1995 into the room. Let's move on...

Dandelions have a personal significance. On the eve of my wedding to Mr. S, I wrote my vows alone in my hotel room from a sudden memory that struck me. In it, I was standing in my Great Aunt's backyard before my 18th birthday party, just a month after meeting Mr. S. I knew that what I had just found in meeting him was once in a lifetime and wanting desperately to lock it into permanency, I picked a dandelion in the middle of a patch of grass, wished that I would one day marry him, and almost 4 years to the day we were married. This was the story I told in our vows, that wishes, no matter how far fetched, come true. I still believe that, but the power of 'if' or 'IF', however you'd like to read it, still challenges this on a daily basis.

I obviously engage in a fair amount of magical thinking, so since that request became a wonderful reality, I have since blown every dandelion I happen upon completely bare. This is a pretty tall feat for a girl with asthma. :) I'm sure I don't need to tell you what my wishes have been for the past several years. Although I've lost some of that mysticism, that innocence that a simple wish will bring me to my dreams, I still pick fields clean in hopes that perhaps one might just take.

Addendum: I should add that Mr. S is responsible for the technical stuff here, not that there's that much of it, but at least enough to confuse the average computer user (at best I can add an attachment to email). I do enjoy having my own personal techno geek around.