I've always felt I was just on the cusp of fame - as though it was right there my whole life, just waiting to be grabbed.
I could be famous. People would know my name! Women would want to look like me! They'd ask their hairdressers for "The Chantal"! Children would idolize me! Old ladies would want to pinch my cheeks! Clive Owen and I could wed after a whirlwind romance and then he'd divorce me very publically after I got caught canoodling on a beach with Matthew McConaughey.
It's in me. Always has been. Do you see it? I've got that spark. In Kindergarten, my painting of the apple tree was in the front lobby of the school. In Grade 4, my stick drawing of Santa Claus was pulled out of the big Canadian Tire box draw and framed for their store. I was the Scrooge in the Grade 6 Christmas play "Monsieur Scrooge Et Les S.O.S. Fantomes" (Scrooge Meets The Ghostbusters).
I've rubbed elbows with some pretty famous people. Alanis Morrisette went to my high school for two whole years. Sure, it was before I went there, but still. And one day, at the Central Canada Exhibition, three friends and I did the weather with Ian Black. Have you done that? I told you. Hollywood Royalty right here.
It was only a matter of time before I hit it big ... and I have.
Today, Typepad featured this blog right here. On their main page.
I think their exact email said "If we finally feature you, will you please stop emailing and calling? The flowers were nice, but the photos were a bit over the top."
Seriously though - can you tell how excited I am? I've checked the Typepad main page since I became a member in 2005 and enjoyed many of the featured blogs (but I admit that personal blogs or parenting blogs haven't been represented in high numbers).
The best part? The schwag. I've been told some is on my way. Being featured freaking rocks, but free stuff? Well I'm sorry, but you just can't beat that.
