What makes our everyday life even remotely interesting?

Did you really ask that?  

We are not big on statistics—even if Tessa did ace her Probs and Stats class at the local college last semester.  We do know, however, that it is quite unusual for three women to live together in harmony.  It is also quite unusual for three generations of women to have so much in common that they prefer to do things together.

We really do.  Sometimes it seems strange to us, too.

When we first made the decision to split the house down the middle, we probably all assumed that the door between the two spaces would remain shut most of the time.  In reality, it only gets shut at the end of the day when both families are heading to bed for the night—or when the teenage boys meet for Bible study and games on Kelly’s side.  It definitely gets shut then.

All family members pretty much meander back and forth throughout the day sharing whatever pops in their heads or to borrow milk or soy sauce.  At least once a day, the grandmother in the bunch heads through the door to return all the stuff the grandson (Jett) manages to leave lying around on her side.  She calls him Hansel.  And sometimes she calls his sister Gretel.  

What we all have in common is the need to live life creatively.  Whether through projects or experiences, we all tend to be willing to take enormous risks in hopes of the story—in hopes of the memory.  

And that is what makes our everyday life remotely interesting.

Why the name fiftyseventyninety?

The three of us sat down for a brainstorming session on the possibility of combining our blogging efforts in order to not only lighten the load individually, but to find a possible niche.  The idea sounded like something that could be developed into something very unique—three generations living together, three different female voices, three different perspectives.

We threw out all kinds of ideas about a name, and then it hit—just like that!

We don’t want your imagination to run away with you like in the scene from You’ve Got Mail (someone's favorite movie) where Kathleen Kelly and Joe Fox are bantering back and forth about what the chat room handle NY152 could possibly mean.

Some of the possibilities they came up with:

  • He’s 152 years old.
  • The number of moles he’s had removed.
  • The number of people who think he looks like Clark Gable.
  • The number of people who think he looks like a Clark bar.
  • The number of stitches from his nose job.
  • The number of his souvenir shot glasses.

And finally:

  • His address.

To which Catherine Kelly replies:

“His address?  No . . . no . . . he would never do anything so prosaic.”

pro.sa.ic (adjective) -  lacking poetic beauty, unromantic, commonplace

Simply put, fiftyseventyninety represents the decades in which we each were born.  Denise was born in the 50s, Kelly in the 70s, and Tessa in the 90s. 

And that is that.  

Clever and catchy.

And not prosaic at all.