I am Gouda, hear me roar.
I decided yesterday that I wanted to cycle back into my comfortable realm of relative anonymity here on my blog site and so I called hubby to see what he thought. He didn’t have any idea what I was talking about. This made the conversation a bit lopsided.
Here’s the gist:
When I moved to Blogger, hubby had asked if he could write to this blog. I thought it a very cool idea and so I set the site up for him to be a team member, gave him his own “Favorites” section, and waited eagerly for his wit & wisdom to appear in written form. He decided to use his real name, which meant that my nom de plume looked silly next to his on the profile. I left the comfort of my anonymity and joined him in the world of real names.
During the course of our conversation yesterday, I asked hubby if he would mind if I changed his profile and give him a pen name. Silly man forgot his password, so this was going to be a bit of a challenge. He gave me a long list of password possibilities.
This wasn’t supposed to be a huge to-do, so as an alternate option, I asked if he minded if I deleted him from the team. Just on the blogsite, not in real life, people. He said he really didn’t mind. I think he was actually a bit relieved.
Since he gave me the go-ahead, I’ve revamped the site so that it really is all about me.
Where, you might ask, did I come up with the name, Gouda?
I wrote a piece a few months back where I talk about why I call my principal the Head Cheese. Since I’m still in grad school aspiring to this position, I’m not comfortable with such an illustrious title right now. I will one day be Head Cheese in my own right when I rule my own kingdom … er campus.
Until that day comes, and like I wrote a few months back, you can call me, “Gouda.”