Hello World! I know that’s not a very grandiose way of beginning my first ever blog. If I were a proper writer, I would need to begin with an emotional quote or with fancy hardly used words I had learned in my high school Latin class. As luck would have it, I am not a proper writer. So who is this unique person attempting to vie for your attention in a sea of a 1,000 bloggers? Well, that’s complicated.
My name is Amanda. Not an overly distinct name, In fact, Amanda was one the top ten most popular U.S. baby name list for most of the 80′s and 90′s. Millions of Amandas roam the streets everyday. I’m sure you know one. Most likely she’s a pure girl, with a bit of trashiness. I blame the trashiness on the Boston song “Amanda”. You just can’t have a hairband name a song after you and not be slightly tarnished. Case in point, Tommy Tutone’s 867-5309/Jenny. Sorry Jennys. You are now known as sluts who have your number written on bathroom walls. Just send your thanks to Mr. Tutone. Regardless, having the name Amanda does not make me stand out in a crowd.
How about the fact that I’m a stay-at-home mama to three well-meaning-but-terribly-energetic kids? According to suite101.com, a totally random website I just googled to support my point, around 25 percent of all mothers stay at home with their three to six year olds. That’s a lot of tired mommies, not to mention a ton of snotty noses that need to be wiped. Perhaps if we subdivided this group into caregivers who take a shot of Jack to survive the day, I might be in the minority. But given the initial premise, I’m still one of many.
I could try and impress you with my double major in East Asian Studies and Political Science I received at Indiana University. But there is a fine line between unique and just flat out strange. My love of comic book heros already has me dangerously treading this line. I dare not cross it with my affinity for all things Japanese including hunky Asian men.
I also run. If you call it that. I myself do not consider prodding along at 11 minute miles as a run. It’s more of an overly enthusiastic walk. When a seven month pregnant woman and a man wearing a suit of armor pass you at mile marker eight, you know you’re not at the apex of the sport. So I doubt if mediocre qualifies me as unusual.
So we have a problem. I’m not very unique. Except in one way. Every blog I post on here will be something original. Something totally me. Although nothing separates me from say, your co-worker’s annoying wife or one of Hef’s Playboy Bunnies, my collective experience is something no one else has shared. As Aristotle stated, “The whole is greater than the sum of it’s parts.” Oh crap. I threw in a quote. Perhaps I am a proper writer after all.