I have a new, shiny website here. It’s hosted by a company that starts with a “go” and ends with a “daddy”. I am sure you are familiar with it. So far everything has been going well. My site has been running as planned and I haven’t made any big mistakes (I’m knocking on wood as I type this).
The funny thing is I recently got a call from a sales person from the company trying to get me to pay for a few more years of hosting.*Sue gave me a call one day. Well, I should say she called me for about eight days in a row until she caught me. The call started out like this:
Sue: Hi Ms. Connelly, this is Sue from your hosting company that starts with a “go” and ends with a “daddy”? I wanted to talk to you about your new website: It’s a Do-Me life. I’m thinking since you signed up and paid to have the website for two years that you might want to go ahead and pay for the second year of hosting as well?
Stop right there. Yes, she just called my website a “Do-Me” life which I think might mean she thinks I run a brothel or that I produce short pornographic films (which I probably totally should do since I hear it’s the fastest growing industry on the Internet). The worst part? I didn’t even bother to correct her.
How could I, really? I mean, first of all, she had this beautifully polite, Southern accent and I couldn’t say no to anything she said or asked of me. Secondly, how hilarious is it that she thought I was the master mind of some naked people plot lines? Meanwhile, I am over here writing about diaper blow outs and how my daughter throws cookies in the shower with me? You know your life is messy and cranky and a little monotonous at times when you think working for the porn industry sounds glamorous and slightly upscale from your current social position in the world.
Anyway, the folks over at my hosting company think I am a scandal or really cool or rich like all of the other people blogging about sex in the city or in the countryside or anywhere for that matter. Meanwhile, I am a mom who happens to live in a Geodesic dome with a life so ordinary I often wonder if I am trapped in a Norman Rockwell painting. That’s pretty funny, right?
The other concern I have is my blog name. Has it just gone horrible wrong? Am I confusing the masses with my itsadomelife.com address? It would explain why some people only visit my website for about ten seconds at a time and maybe even some of the unusual search queries I have gotten. It would also explain why a post I wrote on my daughter staying up half the night with the title Midnight Playtime was so popular for such a long time. I always wondered why that particular post was clicked on more than all of the others I have written. Now it is all starting to make sense.
I’m thinking it would be funny to start a site called, “When Blog Names Go Horribly Wrong” or, “When Blogs Attack.” I know there have to be other people with stories like mine to tell. People in unusual circumstances with unusual names concerned with issues surrounding mistaken identities. I may have finally found a successful niche. One that allows me to give back to all of humanity. One that will make hosting companies quake in their boots. Oh I know, I’m taking this too far. Seriously though, it would be pretty funny.
*Sue is not her real name. I changed it to protect her identity and also because I can’t even remember her real name. Good-grief, I hope I didn’t replace her real name with a fake name that is also her real name…that would be a terrible mistake that could only bring more misfortune and possible hilarity to my blog. Let’s just hope she never, ever reads this.