Ok I have no idea how to link to other blogs.. or even if I should get permission. but you have to check this chickie out. She is at http://busywithnothing.blogspot.com/ and she is hilarious and brutally honest!!
Reading her blog takes me back to when I was a kid, growing up in good old Hick Town, North Ga. In Hick Town, is so darn hick that I still can't mention the name of it, or everyone still stuck in that God forsaken place would know me immediately and come after me with shotguns for writing about them.
I was that kid back then, whose parents were divorced. Therefore I was the social outcast of the school. I wasn't good enough for the "good kids who went to church with BOTH their parents every Sunday" and my mom wouldn't allow me to hang with the "wild kids", who were raised by wolves and ate with their mouths open at the dinner table. So I didn't have alot of friends.
I lived outside the city limits and my mom insisted that I go to the city school, which is where she attended and anyway evryone knows that city folk are refined. When I was at school I was basically either ignored or tormented by all the other kids who had special clicks formed because they all either lived near each other or attended church together.
We didn't go to church.... Or atleast, sometimes, I would hop on whatever church bus ran by my house, on a mission to save my soul. And ofcourse, everyone knows that kids who ride the church bus to church must really have sinful parents, or are the spawns of Satan and that's why their parents don't go to church....
Anyway, where am I going with this crazy story anyway. I see that I started it in MAY!!! Crap! Let's just run with it... Oh yea, it's a sotry of me never feeling good enough. But don't all kids have those feeling growing up? My little daughter, who is probably the most self assured child in the world, recently came to me crying about how she had no friends in the hood anymore...WAH!!! All this, while little boys are knocking on the door wanting her to come out and play ball.
I guess it all came to together a couple of years ago for me, when I went home to do some shopping at the outlet mall in town, and saw the homecoming bitch (er I mean Queen!) working in the shoe store, down on her knees putting shoes on some fat lady. She looked at me, and you could tell she just wanted to die...
So what goes around, comes around. Atleast I ain't working in a damn shoe store....yet!