When Changes Happen

I talk a lot on my blog about moving.

This will eventually happen, and when it does I will most likely no longer live in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia which will make the name of my blog a bit, shall we say, misleading or fraudulent?

Ya, I know.

Who wants to be known as a fraud?

Even before meeting Hubby I was light footed.

Fancy Free

And I moved a lot.

Just ask my daughter, who suffered the consequences of a mom who couldn't stay put in one place and was always searching for something 'better'. A greener side of the fence.

Then, 15 years ago I met this guy.

A guy who does incredible things with computers and electrical stuff who loves what he does but always liked working for whoever would pay him the most for that big brain of his. 

A huge desire to make big bucks which meant moving around,

so Little Miss Light Footed me and Mr. Big Light Footed he

 have moved from hither and yon and back again.

We have now been here in the Blue Ridge Mountains nearly five years..... longer than in any other location, but don't let that fool you.

It won't be our last move.

He's retiring in a few months which could mean we will go anywhere next.  

ANYWHERE!

OR not, considering the real estate market and the woe that will bring along with it in trying to sell our current home when the time comes... I mean, remember when selling a house meant multiple offers within a few days... bidding wars.... that was FUN!

So, I've been playing with the idea of changing my blog name.

Not the url address, because that just creates headaches of huge proportions for all you nice people that come to read my schtuff each day.

But, I will be changing the name that appears on my header photo to a neutral name..... a name that does not suggest a specific location of the country,

and I've decided on the name that I will be implementing and have decided to share that with you.

I'm going to call it Dish.

Dish was the name that my siblings called me when they wanted to make me mad.

 We teased one another relentlessly by the way.

As a child, being called Dish, or sometimes Disher, would bring me to tears for some reason.  My brother and sister would say it in a sing song sound.

Worse was when they would call me Diane The Dishpan.

Huge negative connotation for some reason and oh, how the tears would flow from my sensitive skinny little soul.

Now I see it as a part of who I am and where I have come from and also it brings to mind my siblings who I love deeply.

So, Dish it will be!

I have no idea how soon I will implement this name.

It could be tomorrow.

  Consider yourself informed.