(Yes, I am sitting on but not actually using the toilet in this picture)
My name is Johanna but I’m really a Jojo, which has been my nickname ever since I can remember. My affinity for “crushed corn” was born out of my early geeky college English major days, when I found pleasure in just saying the phrase; it had nothing to do with actually eating the stuff (which I probably didn’t do for the first time until a decade later). Why did I take out the space and turn “crushed corn” into “crushedcorn”? Because that’s what mysterious, intellectual English-types do. And if you’ve read any of my posts, you just know that that’s the kind of person I am.
I am a wanderer, having lived in Michigan, Colorado, Wisconsin, and rounding back to Michigan again, this time with a husband, dog, and a family in tow. I used to proclaim that my version of wandering was of the J.R.R. Tolkein kind, but these days I wonder if that phrase is a form of protection from the fact that I have no flipping idea what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. So I write. I work and I love and I care and I parent, but the writing I do for myself.
As silly as it sounds, I had to look up other people’s About Me pages to find out what people actually say in these things and I’m still not sure what people want to know or what else I want them to know about me. I’ve never been in rehab or crashed a car into a lamppost in any Lindsay Lohan-esque manner. I’m terrified of roller coasters with the exception of Space Mountain in Disney World and the Batman ride at Six Flags. Sure, I eat dessert two times a day on some weekdays, but I also loves me some brussels sprouts. I’m not a fan of chick flicks but I am a fan of Zac Efron. Hello.
I started blogging (can I just say that I hate the word blogging?) as a way to work through the new emotions and tribulations of becoming a mom with the birth of my first son. It is still that to me, and on braver days I really let out how I’m feeling about other things in my life, less safe things. I still get nervous knowing that I may have a face-to-face encounter with someone who has read one of my posts. It’s good, though. I can handle bravery in small, awkward steps. Here’s to another step toward bravery.