What's In a Name

So why the Traveling JCP?

Well, if you know me at all, then you know that I spend all my free time in the car.  My husband and I have clocked so many hours in the car, I have lost track.  I tried to add it all up one time and stopped counting after it was adding up to weeks.  Our idea of a road trip is a little skewed now, 16 hours is a long trip, 7 hours is not too bad, 3 hours is like going across town, 1 hour is like going to the store, literally.  Our weekend plans routinely include at least a three hour trip in the car.

Because of all of this travel, you do not want to see the inside of our car.  I am so embarrassed when we have to give someone a ride.  Between the dog hair, dirt and spilled coffee, our car needs a bath. . . and another air freshener. . . and a full time maid .  My mom will be riding in the car this weekend, so I have 3 days to get the car looking and smelling better.

As for the JCP, that is and was my nickname since high school.  It stands for Johnson County Princess.  And while I don't often call myself a princess, the name kind of fits.  I grew in the suburbs of Kansas City in pretty much utopia.  My husband says I grew up in a bubble (also kind of true).  Everything I ever needed was within a five mile radius of my house or less, and I rarely left that radius.  When I went to college, my golf coach found out about the nickname and called me it all the time.

I guess people would call me a princess because I really don't like getting dirty, I don't camp, I know nothing about farming, or cows, I don't hunt, and probably never will.  If all that makes me a princess, it is alright with me.  I have learned to embrace the nickname JCP, and I think it's kind of funny.

So now you know why I am the Traveling JCP.