Although I never won any popularity contests, per se, I like to think I was pretty popular when I was a kid. I did have two really good friends when I was growing up and both of them were real, not imaginary. And even if I didn’t have scores of close friends… I seemed to be universally liked in grade school, or at the very least, I wasn’t beat up routinely on the playground, had my lunch money stolen, or excluded from box ball.
In fact if you were to read my old autograph book from 4th grade, you would see that most of the kids thought I was pretty cool. How else to explain the plethora of adoring entries, like:
“You are pretty. You are nice. Too bad your hair is full of lice.” (For the record, I never had lice. Let’s just focus on the first half of the rhyme, huh?)
“Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I don’t smell half as bad as you.” (They could have said “as bad,” so I think the fact that they don’t smell “half as bad” as me was a compliment)
“Miss Mary Had a Doggie. Miss Mary had a Cat. Miss Mary wouldn’t marry you cuz you are way too fat.” (Remember, this was way before gay marriage was acceptable so just the fact that the author even thought I would be marriage material for Miss Mary was pretty cool).
Admittedly, Junior high was rough. Those were the awkward years with braces and pimples and poor fashion choices…. In fact, I am just starting to come out of that phase now.
Notice my interesting outfit selections:
Fortunately, everyone else was in the same boat, except, of course, the girls who didn’t need braces, didn’t get pimples, and seemed to be born with an inherent sense that polyester zig zag shirts do not look good on anyone, no matter how trendy they are, unlike me who tragically wore whatever I saw in Tiger Beat, even if it made me look like Charlie Brown. These girls were the really popular ones and they made the rest of us feel like losers. But the good news is, I saw them all at my 25th high school reunion and was happy to note that they had all peaked at 13.
Anyway, by the time high school rolled around, I had gotten my braces off, discovered Clearasil, and stopped trying to dress like one of the Bee Gees. At this point, my popularity really took off. Now I had about four friends (although one of them was an exchange student who didn’t speak English but I count her because she ate at my lunch table). The day I got mugged in the high school parking lot and the mugger said, “Hey, I know you. Weren’t we in Elementary school together?” I knew I had truly secured my spot in the “in” crowd.
So what’s the point of this story? Well, it seems that once again, I have been asked to assert my popularity. I have been nominated by the Circle of Moms for their Top Author Moms of 2012 award. It is a pretty cool honor coming from a pretty cool group of ladies! The only hitch is, it is based on the number of votes you get. I have asked my three close friends to vote for me (I lost touch with the exchange student years ago when she went back to Madagascar) and my family, and the dog (who was very excited to support me and not just because I hold the keys to the kibble).
But now I’d like to ask you, my dear readers, to vote too.
If you have a moment, please click over to CIRCLE OF MOMS and cast your vote for LOST IN SUBURBIA.
I promise, I won’t get a swelled head!