I have come to the sad realization that even when I am an adult, I can still suffer from being left out. Mostly, I blame Facebook. If Facebook did not let me see that all my friends were invited to the same party and I wasn’t, well I wouldn’t have known and I wouldn’t of cared.
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The thing is, once I see that I was not invited, then suddenly I am in Grade 6 again. And everyone is going to Dee’s birthday but me. And it doesn’t feel good.
FYI: Dee is a real person and my best friend from when I was in my 20’s and she is going to hate that I used her name, but I don’t care because, really, that was a jerky move, Dee!
For the record, in this blog, I am not “fishing” for any “You Go Girl!” comments. Keep reading, by the end of this post you will realize that I come around.
So here goes.
There is a group of Kick Ass Mom Bloggers who wrote a book.
Now, I have not read it, yet. But, I will and I know its going to be bloody amazing. I know that because I follow their blogs and some of them follow mine. And they are awesome people and amazing writers and I highly suggest you check some of them out. Like, Funny is Family, Baby Sideburns, Momaical and People I Want to Punch in the Throat. Seriously, buy the book. Plus, I love the name and can totally relate!
I wanted to be part of that book. I wanted to be part of that group. I wanted to be claimed as a Kick Ass Blogger. I didn’t understand. I also have an elephant sized ego so I was shocked to not be included. But mostly, I was jealous. I was really, really, really jealous that I was not asked to be in it. Damn it, I want to be part of these funny Mom bloggers! Because apparently, if I read it online, then I must be part of it. Kind of like how I think I am writer on Chelsea Lately because some of them talk to me on twitter.
Just a little bit pathetic.
Get over yourself, girl.
And this book….
And I am not exactly sure, but I think I might also be in this book….
And I also am part of the most amazing group of bloggers called, BLUNTmoms. They have claimed me. And I am thankful. We are totally filthy, funny and brave. So brave that most of us don’t use our real names when we write for them. I gotta say, it’s nice to have a tribe. A group of women that you have never met, but you know that no matter what those ladies have got your back. I take it back, the internet is a wonderful thing. It’s a big beautiful place with room for all of us.