#1 I'm easily distracted.

Some time ago, I had in my mind that I was going to be a runner. I ran the mile and the two mile races my freshman year in high school but switched to hurdles my sophomore year because I was afraid of the extremely rigorous training regime of the varsity track coach. He expected more than the leisurely trot of a pace I had so become comfortable with during my freshman year. NO---I never won a race. Imagine that! Anyway, I switched to high hurdles my sophomore year and left distance running behind.

NO---I was not very good at high hurdles. In high school I stood approximately 5'7”, weighed about a buck thirty and had a forty yard dash time somewhere under a minute. As a side, the most hurdles I knocked down in a single race---13. Yeah, 13.  All ten of mine plus three in another lane. I was not good.

However in our high school it was understood that all seniors, having completed at least two years of team sports regardless of ability would receive a varsity letter. That was the only thing that kept me banging my knees on those hurdles year after year. I knew that at the spring sports banquet I would finally be getting my letter.  Well, comes time for the sports banquet and coach somehow forgot to order my letter.

Yeah, three years and a blown left knee all for my stinking patch and he forgot to order it. He never did order it. Oh, I got a letter though.  I got my track letter from one of my buddies who had lettered in track for three years and had an extra. He gave me one of his---thanks Ron.

#2 I'm a passive-aggressive non-conformist.

One of the questions often asked (I'm not sure anyone has ever asked but I like to appear to be helpful and compliant) is “You've got five kids, all with Z names. (That part is not a question---I know). So, why Zoë's Dad? How did you settle on that as a name for your blog?”

Good question and thanks for asking. When the time came for naming this blather, Zoë's Dad was the first thing that popped into my head. I wrote it down. I liked it. I kind of figured that Zoë was my first, I am her dad, it fit.  And at the time I felt that she was surely mature enough to handle all of the fame an notoriety that accompanies having your name on a blog read by tens of people.

Lately, I've toyed with changing the name to something a little less singular but Zoë Zane Zia Zella and Zander's Dad Rusty's Owner and Caretaker to Ariel and Little Gray Kitty/ Fledgling Recycler seems a bit wordy.  Couple that with having to go through the painstaking process of registering a new domain, changing e-mail, changing the blog template and pictures, sidebars---it's just too much effort right now.

I've got light bulbs to change, and diaper pails to empty.  Important stuff.

#3  It's Zoë's Dad because that's who I am.

Now I know that is only three things and the game called for six but as Kami pointed out, I have a problem following the rules.