The Importance of a Name

OK, so I decided about a month ago that I wanted to create a Blog. I know, I'm a big follower. Jump on the bandwagon. But I didn't do it. And why? Because I wanted to find the perfect name. The most obvious choice "The Wach Family" was already taken by my sister-in-law. But I have a great name for play on words--Wach, sounds like "wok" or "walk". So I considered several options: Wach This Way, Wach the Walk, Walk the Wach, even Wach the Wok (whatever that would mean...). Instead I settled on the first that came to mind and the first that I had discounted--Wach on the Wild Side.

I didn't want to give the wrong impression. This is the internet, after all. I am far from a wild one. But I do love the name. I came up with it (and a logo) over ten years ago when, newly married and a college student, I dreamed of the design studio I would start. That never happened, but I still liked the name. So here we are, ten years older and much tamer than even then, and I finally get to be "Wach on the Wild Side".

It does fit, though, since I often feel like I'm a zookeeper with all the crazy little monkeys in the house. That was before we added on the dog, a cat (or two--one is technically my mother's), and two bunnies. Here's my most recent pic of me and my monkeys--celebrating my 29th birthday last month.

Thus begins my life on the Wild Side.