Shut Your Goose

I am starting another blog.

I know.  I’m a crazy whack-a-doodle.

But I think my original blog, A Homemade Kitchen, has kind of reached its point of going no further.  That is mainly my fault because I no longer hold the concentration or desire to focus on food and recipes (even though it did veer out of that arena and into others).  It was a place where I also documented my pregnancy so that will always be meaningful and something to look back on.  I still love food, cooking, and reading recipes and my first blog will always be special but I have other thoughts.  Random, baseless, empty thoughts.

I’m also done with school so I don’t have any more papers to write.

So, another blog! Hooray!

Again, I realize I am arriving to the blog party many years too late.  But to the naysayers, I shout “Shut your goose!”

And there readers, is my segue into how I arrived at the name of this blog.

Once upon a time, in the slouched sock, high side ponytail, tight rolled jeans, scrunchie wearing decade called the 80’s, my family would take my brother and I on yearly pilgrimages to the northern most point in their traveling adventures.  This rugged, mountainy area beckoned us almost each and every summer.  We were pulled, yanked, carted, and swatted around the bowels of North Conway.  A couple of times, we were swung a giant curve ball and we were brought into the notch, Franconia Notch.  During these getaways to said area, there was a quaint little restaurant that we would frequent in which to calm the morning tummy grumbles.  This place was called the “Snow Goose.”

Well, me and my brother thought this was the hippest egg slaying place in the whole world.  When asked where we would like to go, we would shout “the Snow Goose!”  Namely one morning, in my vacation morning glee, I shouted a bit too enthusiastically for my older, moodier, not quite awake brother who twisted, turned, and shouted right back to me – “Shut YOUR goose!”

I was fallen silent.

And then I laughed.  And then he laughed.  And then we had our saying for the often scolded phrase “shut up.”

It has been used over the years to quiet annoyances, playfully mock those inane comments, and to basically tell someone they’re an idiot.

Mine has graduated to “shut your goose, clown” to really nail the point home.

As such, I will ramble.  I will go off topic.  I will write about anything I feel like.  Basically, I will write about some things you don’t give one giant crap about.  And I will silently say to myself, along with you the reader, I’m sure, “shut your goose, clown.” 

But I won’t listen.  Because I don’t have to.