The Price of Fame

So it goes, folks, so it goes....

I logged into Blogger Friday thinking maybe I'd have 1 or 2 hits on my day old post about how "Stupid People Upset Me."

I had 96. I kid you not.

So I think to myself "What the....? This must be a mistake." But no, my friends, it wasn't. And I couldn't figure out how I suddenly became so popular (aside from the possibility of my witty and adorable bloggy-ness FINALLY getting the recognition it deserved in some sort of light-up-the-bat-signal kind of way.)

Then I glanced at my cell phone (still on silent and plugged into the wall from the night before) blinking furiously that I had new messages (both voice and text.)

Hmmmm.... should I be concerned?

Now, I have no delusions about the fact that anyone can randomly click on my blog and read it. But, that many? Wow. So after pondering this for a few minutes and scratching my head I checked my voice mail. Ughhh oh.

Color me surprised.

At this point, I learn that fame sometimes deals you a tough hand. It's not for everyone, the spotlight. No sir. Not for the faint of heart. Sometimes, people want to flatter them self and, in the process, get a little too convinced you are blogging about them. Oh, and then they call your ex husband. And cuss at him. And tell him he needs to (and I quote) "MAKE YOUR EX WIFE STOP WRITING BLOGS!"

*gasp shock horror*

So there you have it. Apparently my blog caused my ex husband to get cussed out by a woman whom he has never met. A woman he has never met but has apparently developed a fondness for him. Ok, now the 96 clicks is making a little more sense. Keep in mind the ex is not by any means interested in my blog and probably never would have known it existed had his sister this woman's friend not seen it and emailed it to the elusive woman, whom in turn brought his attention to it, but boy did she ever. Apparently she was hopping mad and the ex had to pay for it. And I must admit, I was enjoying it to no end. Random readers and scorned women, I think you are fabulous and you are solely to blame for my narcissist personality, oh yes, you sure are.

But here is the thing that I must make clear... Never, in the 35 years the ex has been alive, has he been able to keep me from doing something. Oh no. He's tried, oh has he ever, but succeeded in putting a muzzle on me? IT. WILL. NEVER. HAPPEN. Bless his heart. But, the ex accepts this. And laughs when someone asks him too. And shakes his head. And calls me and says "Girl, what am I gonna do wit ya mouth. It gets me in more trouble than a lil bit." And then he hangs up and does something really productive, like loading up his laundry for Chloe' to wash in my machine when I'm not looking.

However, the story gets better, oh, its the gift that keeps on giving.

Apparently, the woman whom the ex has never met, but apparently has developed a fondness for him, also decided she would tattle to hubs. Yes, you heard right. Did hubs get hit up on his facebook? Why yes, yes he did. Here is an expert that he so kindly forwarded to me:

"I don't know what is going on but your wife is so utterly obsessed with blogging about me"

(bla, bla, bla, silly stuff, bla, bla, bla,)

"it has gotten to the point where she is posting my name all over the net. I would appreciate it if you take care of this matter for me. Thank you and have a blessed day."

Huh? Let me go back and read "Stupid People Upset Me." In fact, lets all do so....

Here's the link so you don't have to go search my blog....

**side note: Pay special attention to #5 at the bottom of the blog, because I feel like that is more than likely what riled her into a frenzy. Just a hunch, mind you, but I'm going with it....

http://inmyhiheels.blogspot.com/2010/07/stupid-people-upset-me.html


Do I ever mention anyone by name or even a specific person? No, no I do not. Apparently someone has a guilty conscience and took offense. Should I be blamed? No, no I should not.

So hubs responds and tells this woman he is not sure what she is talking about but sees nothing that mentions her. Did she give up there? Oh no. Theres more. Here goes some of the highlights of her next response to hubs (also a man whom she has never met and who, has no desire to receive messages from):

**excuse the spelling, by the way, because this yahoo's spelling is ALL OVER THE PLACE....

"Trust me she just erased it. I don't go on her page at all I was notified by phone calls about them. I have the blog in my mail just can't forward it at the moment. Anyways thanks for talking to her about it and I am sure that although she denied it..."

(bla, bla, yawn, more bla, bla)

"Sad I had to reach out to you yet I don't know her but she has made me her daily bread. As for reading anyones pages I don't do any of that if she wouldn't have ever posted my name no one would've ever known She is tahking time on the net to try to cause problems and my children as well as family and coworkerd read it. Thanks for having a talk with her. Have a blessed day. I appreciate it."

(More Bla, bla, this is getting redundant, bla bla, silly girl that doesn't like my blog, bla, bla )

"Thank you and have a nice day. I don't look at her page and could care less. You guys have a nice life and goodluck. As for Mike I could care less because I don't know him either. Take care and goodbye. Once again thanks"

Hmmmm.... erased my blog? Nope. Its still there.

Made her my daily bread? What does that even mean? I mean, it kinda sounds like something you would hear at church. It also makes me a little hungry for something starchy. But yea, ummm, unless you come bearing expensive gifts for me or look like Johnny Depp, I'm not interested in making you the focus of my day.

She could care less about Mike and doesn't know him?" Hmmm.... now that's a tricky one, but since I only have one ex... hmmmm.... so confusing, this lady.

Anyhoo....

Raise your hand if you think hubs "had a talk with me" and/or has any desire to entertain this woman's low self esteem?

Nope. Didn't happen. Did he ask if I was writing about her? Yep. Did he glance over my blog? Sure did. Did he walk off mumbling under his breath about stupid women and why she was contacting him (all the while opening up a new bag of pistachios and settling in his recliner to watch some stupid nascar documentary?) Yes, yes he did.

So hear is the lowdown people, I fancy myself a writer. (In my own way. I'm no Sylvia Plath, I realize.) I am my own editor. (Aside from spellcheck, which at times I could just kiss. Especially after a couple glasses of wine on Drunk Mondays.) I am my own publisher. And the Internet is my bookstore. Library? Whatever.

Point is? Don't like reading my blog? You can stop anytime. Everyone else? Hope you like what you read. I do it for free.

Oh, and I do it for me. If you don't like it, call my ex husband and complain. I'm sure that will get you far.