I’ve been asked about the name of this blog. Why “Molly Flew the Coop”? For those of you who haven’t known me since the days of big hair, pegged jeans and penny loafers, my maiden name is Cooper. I was Molly Cooper for the first 32 years of my life. Although my bank card read “Jolly Cooper” for a while, which was kind of awesome.
So I’ve been “Coop” for the majority of my life. I’m still Coop to a lot of people and I LOVE it. So much so, that it was really hard for me to give up my last name when I got married. In fact, my first choice of names for my son was Cooper. Toby’s first choice was Angus. You can read about that little naming dilemma here, but my main beef (I apologize, I couldn’t help myself) that I failed to mention in the article is that Angus is one letter away from anus. Who names their kid something that close to “butthole”? Unacceptable.
I swear there’s a point somewhere in this post.
After 8.5 years of sitting in a cube designing parts for semiconductor test equipment and semi-trucks, I realized I needed to escape. Fly the coop if you will. So I switched careers to become a freelance writer and grabbed the domain mollyflewthecoop.com for my website. You get it? Do ya? Huh? It includes the image of escape while still holding on to some tie to the name Coop. THE CLEVERNESS IS BLOWING YOUR MIND RIGHT NOW.
I failed miserably at keeping the website up-to-date with my latest articles and whatnot so it has since been stripped of any useful information. My plan is to move this blog over to mollyflewthecoop.com eventually. Unfortunately, I’m what you might (absolutely) call technologically challenged. My cousin Beth was going to help me last weekend but we were distracted by beer, seven kids in the pool trying to drown each other and my husband walking by with two chainsaws. P.S. NOT A GOOD SIGN.
Anyway, that’s how it all came about. Fascinating isn’t it? I’m surprised no one’s begged me for the rights to write an authorized biography.