Okay, I am embarrassed. It happens so often that should be used to it by now.
My sister, BoBamy, had been begging me for months to start a blog, and not even knowing what one was, I kept putting it off. Until last week.
Anyway, since I am new, (and basically a loser, friendless, and desperate for any and all comments) whenever I get a response, I have to (after I scream and do the "I got a comment" dance) go that person's blog (knowing that I am adding them as a fav because they have impeccable taste because they said something nice and funny to me) and get to know them. So I am on a blog and reading comments to another and I see IT...
Some terrifically funny chicklet has the name Amy Amy Bo Bamey.
OH. MY. GOD.
My eyes stop dead in their tracks. My pointer finger freezes in mid-air over the down arrow. My pulse quickens and I spit up in my mouth.
MY ORIGINAL COOL NAME THAT MY DAD CALLED ME HAS ALREADY BEEN TAKEN!!! Okay, not word for word, since her name is Amy and mine is Jill, but the context was the same.
By this time I am sweating profusely and getting cotton mouth.
My worst fear has come true. I am a COPY-CATTER. Only accidentally.
What do I do now? Complete panic has set in and after 10 minutes of trying to compose myself, I decide to write her. It goes something like this:
"ummmm.....awkward moment here......like when you go to a party and someone walks in wearing the exact outfit you have on....I just started this blogging thing and called myself what my dad always called me. ( I wanted to use the pity angle here and add 'He died 7 months ago' but left out any extra sniveling.) I feel really dumb. I hope you aren't mad. (and don't beat me up or worse, talk bad about me to other bloggers) It was a toss up between Jill Jill Bo Bill and White Girl Can't Jump (because I am SO not athletic)...probably someone has that one, too!"
I ramble on and truthfully tell her I loved her blog and her room was darlin'. I meant it, but the entire time I am typing and giggling aloud my annoying nervous Betty Rubble giggle, I am watching my life as a blogger go straight down the crapper. So, like I do in real life, I try to throw in humor so she won't hit me too hard.
"BTW, do you sing the song all day long, too?(bananafannafobamy)"
I am SUCH a pud. A complete wuss. And scared shitless she is going to be peeved.
Amy amy bo bamey, please forgive me!!!!!
So, if she comments that she is headed to Texas to kick my ass, (her kids ARE in Austin for the month of July with her mom- OMG!!!!) I am going into the Blogger Protection Plan and be known as "White Girl Can't Jump" and be from another small BFE town somewhere in New Mexico.
I am going to bed looking over my shoulder, jumping out of my skin at every sound with my black toboggan on and my flashlight ready to shine up on my face as the video rolls.
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