Monday, July 29, 2013

I Need Some Space

It finally happened.

I was picking my son up from the childcare area at the gym.  I had just handed the childcare worker my card when she said, “Hey.  Weren’t you on the cover of TulsaKids?”

It’s all downhill from here.  I mean where is the privacy people?  I’m just sayin’ I know what Angelina Jolie feels like.  I can’t go out without literally ones of people asking me about it.  If you count the time that I went to dinner with my dad and he put the magazine in our waitress’ face and asked “Does she look familiar?” it becomes literally threes of people.

Enough is enough.  I need boundaries.  Just because I was on a cover doesn’t give you the right to ask all sorts of questions about my personal life like “How did you get your daughter to keep her skirt down?” or “Can you please get that magazine out of my face?” or “Seriously, if you don’t get that magazine out of my face I’m calling the cops.”

People think that just because I’m in the public eye, you suddenly get to be rude. Like when I was getting my nails done and the manicurist asked me “What happened to your thumbs?  Do they both look this way?”  Ok, so maybe this has nothing to do with the cover, but it is also likely that she saw the cover of TulsaKids online, zoomed in on my thumbs (because she’s a manicurists and cares about peoples hands), noticed my thumbs and then recognized them when I came in for my manicure.

It’s got to stop.  I just can’t continue to subject myself and my family to this kind of prying.  For this reason, I have asked TulsaKids to remove me from the cover next month to which they kindly replied, “Umm……ok.”  I'm sorry it has to be this way but, thanks for understanding.


  1. How terrible! I'm glad the magazine is helping you with this terrible problem, I can't imagine!

  2. I recently started following your blog. Found you on Oklahoma Women Bloggers and this one about did me in. Truly. I think I might have spit my drink out through my nose and simultaneously peed my pants.

  3. Next thing you know someone is going to ask to see your ID when you pay w/ a credit card...cuz you know they want to make sure it really is you before they go all ga-ga.