I’d been mulling over the idea of starting a blog for a while. All the women I know do it. If people find them interesting, well, dammit, I can be interesting, too. My deciding moment came one boring, summer Tuesday night, when I managed to mess up melting chocolate (and created a diabolical molten monster). I decided I’d share my mistakes with DIY projects and cooking, so that others could learn from them and have success! I sat down at my computer to start my blog, but I needed a name. I came up with one that was not politically correct, and possibly offensive. I needed something different. Then it came to me. When telling the story to my mom of how I messed up melting chocolate (and created a diabolical molten monster), I ended my story with, “You might want to get me a helmet for Christmas.” This has been a running family joke, since I could make decisions. I once asked my mom if there was flour in cookies. I was currently making cookies. In high school. How did I make it to 27? My parents are always wondering how I have made it through life without a helmet (to prevent me from accidentally hurting myself). My mom also dropped me on my head a lot as a baby. I blame her.