I am working so hard on the second part of my What's Sex Got To Do With It post (tentatively titled, 'The 46 Year Old Born Again Virgin') but I have some bragging to do.
I don't think I've posted this on my blog before..I know I have shared it over and over and over again with my facebook people and those of you who once clicked my Twitter button are reminded of it quite often..but I have been named an official Huffington Post blogger (insert gasps and trumpet noises here..or crickets). So far I've had three pieces published, and so far they have all been posts I originally wrote for this here blog.
Now that I am actually thinking about it, that's probably why I haven't blabbed about it here..because you've already read them. But I digress: it's official.
No money, no limos, no corporate Amex card that's all black or silver, no personal assistant to remind me that the kids want tortilla chips. But it is pretty cool, if you ask me.
The last one they ran was my Broken Bowl story...I personally love that post, because it made me think about older times that didn't suck, times when life really did seem kind of charmed. Of course that passed, as quickly as a tainted glass of water in Mexico, but it was nice while it lasted.
So, if you would like to see what my dreams look like, just click here and check it out.
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Have a sweet Saturday night, friends.
Hi Jenny,
ReplyDeleteI read you here and I read you at HufPo -- and for that, I consider myself a lucky girl! You rock, and I am so happy for you that you are an "official blogger"!
Who do I lobby to get you that corporate Amex and personal assistant?
Keep writing -- I love it!
Oh thank you, thank you!
DeleteYou lobby me, of course. I like Australian red licorice and dirty martinis. Just saying. Oh wait..you weren't trying to lobby for the assistant job?
Thank you so, so much for reading :)
Such an awesome accomplishment!
ReplyDeleteWell done, my friend. I am enormously proud of you.
P.S. When you hire me as your personal assistant, I will know that your kids also wanted queso dip. Cold out of the jar.
Danielle, it fills me with warmth and just a tiny smidge of shame that you know that about my kids. Were they raised in a barn?
DeleteNo, they were raised by a binge eater. Sigh.
You know that job is yours, right??
You write so awesomely, I am not surprised about this honor! Congratulations and huzzahs! The Part Two post sounds like you will be venturing into some new territory ... but in your hands I trust it will be explored thoroughly and well!
ReplyDeleteOh Becky, you sure know how to flatter a girl. Thank you. New/Old Territory, it is. I'm kind of horrified at myself now that I have been looking back.
DeleteThank you S.C.! Welcome to the crazy.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! That is fantastic news!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI am a reader that came from Huffington Post. I read a more recent post of "things we shouldn't be saying anymore" and I got intrigued with the blog name. Living here in Germany I thought, "wow, that could have been my blog :-)" and no, I wasn't looking for the porn site of the hairy hausfrau. Lol. Since that article, I have been binge reading everything since 2010. Although, I am married to my original husband, I still love and relate to your stories as a woman, mother, girlfriend, sister, daughter and wife. Keep up the good work, thank you for the sharing and now I must hurry on through the posts of 2013.
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