Imitation is the weirdest form of flattery.
I know this is going to come as a surprise to many people, but I have a little bit of an ego.
Yes, me. The Maven. Why? Who knows? I'm fat and I wipe bums all day and the two careers I'm trying to get going have made me zero dollars thus far. It's a good thing I've learned to measure success in a different way. I have a stack of self-help books telling me financial freedom and good looks are not what true success is. So I cling tightly to the belief that I'm beyond all that pretty/rich crap. I rise above it! And to prove it, I googled my blog name just to see how awesome I am. Or at the very least, how awesome everyone else thinks I am.
I typed in 'stay-at-home-mayhem' and waited for all the pages to load.
All 2 pages.
Yes, only two, and we won't mention that some of them were simply archived posts of mine that Google had found. Apparently I have no reason to be egotistical.
But then, when my pride was at its lowest and my tail was firmly between my legs, I found this.
Seems harmless enough, right? I must have put my blog on a mom list, you figure. It's the ego thing. The vanity.
Look closer. That is not my URL. I'm a blogspot girl. Furthermore, she *cough* borrowed my tagline. The one I changed about a month ago when I made the banner up there.
"They don't call it chaos for nothing, kids. My Husband. My Kid. My Dog. My Life. For Your Reading Pleasure."
Remember that? She just switched it up a little.
The actual blog seems to be gone now, but the situation remains: Despite my failing careers, bum wiping, obesity and alcoholism, there is someone out there who inexplicably wants to be me.
That's just downright wrong. There are a lot of people in life to aspire to be, but I am not one of them, lambs. Go find someone who adopts orphaned children in Africa or raises funds to save the whales. Go imitate someone who has a sparkling house and extremely well-behaved children.
Now I can't figure out if I'm flattered or I just feel really, really sorry for this person because they can't find someone better to be like. I'm hoping the blog is closed because upon further reading of mine, she thought better of being associated with someone that is so many shades of crazy.
At any rate, it was funny to find that. But there is only one Maven of Mayhem, thankfully. I rock the chaos like no other.
Peace out.
Yes, me. The Maven. Why? Who knows? I'm fat and I wipe bums all day and the two careers I'm trying to get going have made me zero dollars thus far. It's a good thing I've learned to measure success in a different way. I have a stack of self-help books telling me financial freedom and good looks are not what true success is. So I cling tightly to the belief that I'm beyond all that pretty/rich crap. I rise above it! And to prove it, I googled my blog name just to see how awesome I am. Or at the very least, how awesome everyone else thinks I am.
I typed in 'stay-at-home-mayhem' and waited for all the pages to load.
All 2 pages.
Yes, only two, and we won't mention that some of them were simply archived posts of mine that Google had found. Apparently I have no reason to be egotistical.
But then, when my pride was at its lowest and my tail was firmly between my legs, I found this.
Seems harmless enough, right? I must have put my blog on a mom list, you figure. It's the ego thing. The vanity.
Look closer. That is not my URL. I'm a blogspot girl. Furthermore, she *cough* borrowed my tagline. The one I changed about a month ago when I made the banner up there.
"They don't call it chaos for nothing, kids. My Husband. My Kid. My Dog. My Life. For Your Reading Pleasure."
Remember that? She just switched it up a little.
The actual blog seems to be gone now, but the situation remains: Despite my failing careers, bum wiping, obesity and alcoholism, there is someone out there who inexplicably wants to be me.
That's just downright wrong. There are a lot of people in life to aspire to be, but I am not one of them, lambs. Go find someone who adopts orphaned children in Africa or raises funds to save the whales. Go imitate someone who has a sparkling house and extremely well-behaved children.
Now I can't figure out if I'm flattered or I just feel really, really sorry for this person because they can't find someone better to be like. I'm hoping the blog is closed because upon further reading of mine, she thought better of being associated with someone that is so many shades of crazy.
At any rate, it was funny to find that. But there is only one Maven of Mayhem, thankfully. I rock the chaos like no other.
Peace out.