MommyNaniBooboo is having an identity crisis.

I’ve registered a new domain name.

I’m set to move my online presence to a new site.

But I can’t seem to let go.

MommyNaniBooboo is who I am.

People know and love me here- on this website.

Why the hell did I want to change in the first place?

Well, I’ll tell you, Nosey Mc Noserstiens:

… it’s because of the word Mommy.

I started to feel like I was limiting myself to only writing about things pertaining to motherhood.  At first, that’s all I wanted to write about, because as a new mom, everything was hyper focused on my child, and becoming a SAHM.

But now that I’ve survived two years of motherhood- and liking the mother I’m becoming, I want to broaden my horizons. I have opinions, and copious amounts of snark, to be fired at all kinds of things: culture, politics, sex… etc. I want to “fire at will” wherever I choose to aim.

Or, want-ED to…  I don’t know now. I’m always going to be a mom. Aren’t I still going to write about being a mom.

“Can’t I write about whatever I want (anything, and all of the above) because it’s my freakin’ blog?”  Why yes, voice of reason, I can.  I just feel like I’ve pigeon holed myself, and the name of my site leads people to believe they are going to get one thing. Perhaps I’m setting my own limitations… or maybe I just want to “re-brand”.

…okay fine, it’s also because of the words Nani Booboo.

Most of my readers come to this site expecting a good laugh. Honestly, humor is my go to outlet, and I don’t think that will change much. But the pressure to be funny is killing me! I want the option to not be funny.

I don’t know people, I’m a writer- that’s what I do. I’m not a social media expert. I could be shooting a big hole in my foot by re-branding.

Blergh.

–  Whatever I decide, come along for the ride! Will I be uber-mom? Will I be funny?

Who knows? It’s like a choose your own adventure story- but I’m the only one who gets to do the choosing, so really, it’s more like just a story to you.

But it won’t be boring. I can promise you that.

* All comments, advice, etc., are welcome. I’ll be making a decision soon and want to know what you guys think. Tell me!

* Okay, so that kinda does make it like a choose your own adventure.

Boy and ball. (Wordless Wednesday)

This is why I’m not in investments.

Sometimes my husband surprises me…

in ways that make me a little uneasy…

Hot Nerd:  Bought a bunch of BP stock a few days ago.

Me:  Why?

Hot Nerd:  It was dirt cheap.

Me:  But we hate them!

Hot Nerd:  Money is money.

Me:  What?! What about the turtles?

Hot Nerd:  You can’t have ethics when you’re investing.  It’s more or less all earned on the blood of others.

I suppose this is why I don’t work in investments.

It’s also why I don’t like taking out the trash.

It’s messy.

And I often feel like I need a shower afterward.

I do like pretty things, though- things that are often expensive.

Perhaps that’s why I am a little uneasy.

Not because of him,

but because of me.