So there’s this thing I want to talk about.

But I don’t. Because I like you and I don’t want you to not like me because of the fact that you’re human.

Now if it were ten years ago and I didn’t like you so much (which would have most likely been the case given that I was a mean person) I would have already told you, rubbed it in your face and sealed it with lacquer.

When I was pregnant and barfing up my intestines women would look at me, tsk tsk and let me know HOW GLAD THEY WERE THAT THEY WEREN’T ME.

Thanks.

However, after I had given birth and came back to work with a 28″ waist and size 4 jeans all I heard was “I HATE YOU YOU LUCKY DUCK.”

Really?

Barfing your brains out is now considered lucky? Bring on the lucky toilet seat and I’ll display it proudly on my desk.

I would imagine the lame anxiety I’m feeling is similar to close friends of mine who tell me that they are pregnant. Or millionaires.

Here goes.

In exactly two weeks I will be flown to NYC at the expense of HP because of a review I have been doing on this little lovely. I will be put up in a swanky hotel on Times Square for three nights. I will have the opportunity to attend fashion week and a private party at Vivienne Tam’s boutique.

If I were not myself I’d hate myself too.

We humans, we’re such inherently jealous beings.

I can admit that I have watched other bloggers go on cruises, vacations, getaways, to private parties and receive swag that would blow anyone’s mind. And I fully admit to thinking “WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT HER?” or “I GET MORE TRAFFIC THAN HER.” or “I WOULD HAVE BEEN SUCH A BETTER CHOICE FOR THAT.”

Guilty as charged.

Am I ashamed?

Yes.

I was a jerk to think those things. I would have never wanted someone to think those things about me if anything spectacular were to ever happen to me. So I stopped being such a wench and started celebrating with others when they had reason to celebrate.

And then this opportunity came to me. An absolute dream come true. Remember how I feel about NYC?

And wouldn’t you believe it, I went poking around on the internet a couple of nights ago and found more bloggers getting things that I wasn’t. And the jealousy started to sink it’s teeth into my brain again.

I am so far from perfect it’s not even funny.

Blessed? Yes.

Grateful? Not as much as I should be.

Perfect? *insert manical laughter here*

So you’re not perfect either, right? *nervous giggle*

Comments

  1. Dude! You get TRAFFIC! *jealous*

    ;) Kidding! I hope you have an awesome trip (but I *am* jealous about NYC).

    Chibi Jeebss last blog post..Poor bugger

  2. I’m TOTALLY perfect. Oh you didn’t know??

    Yeah, most people don’t.

    Enjoy yourself, girl. You deserve it. ;-)

    VDogs last blog post..Love Is…In Your Bedroom

  3. I know we didn’t talk much at the conference but I am seriously one of those people that gets happy for everyone that has a wonderful opportunity. Envious? Yes (NY -my hometown and fashion week)! But I am so happy for you (and wondering if you will share the secret for getting such a wonderful opportunity). I am very glad to hear that you are reviewing that baby – I hope you get to keep her!

    Renée aka Mekhismoms last blog post..Blissdom!

  4. CONGRATS!!! I must admit your trip is making me want to rack up more irresponsible debt and take a trip to the Big Apple myself. Hey I can stimulate the economy!!!!!

    Christys last blog post..2008~2009

  5. i figure, i’m friends with you on facebook and twitter so…i should probably inspect your blog.
    and phew…
    it’s a good thing i’m secure in my suckassedness!! otherwise, i’d be jealous. thankfully though…i’m getting free sex toys from my other website…so, that’s something.
    right?
    yeah.
    i’d be jealous too!! :)

    melissas last blog post..The Barer Of SEXY News…