Somebody stole my post about making Thanksgiving pies. Except they took out the word Thanksgiving. Otherwise, it's mine. Word for word. And even one of my pictures. I have a couple things to say about this:
- That sucks! I'm not getting paid for this. I'm having fun. I'm chronicling MY life. If it looks like so much fun then YOU pop out four kids in four years. YOU give up the career that you worked like a crazy fool to achieve while simultaneously being a full time financial analyst and full time grad student. YOU give up the only identity you've ever known as an adult and immerse yourself in all that goes with being a mom. Go ahead and do all that stuff. Then YOU can be a little bit "off" and people will smile, and maybe even chuckle, when YOU tell your stories. And no I'm not unhappy with my choices. Quite the opposite. My point is that I paid a steep price (as all do) to be able to have these silly stories, and they're mine, mine, mine.
- If you're going to steal, then steal from somebody good. I'm not a writer (you schmuck). If you are going to STEAL then go for Vonnegut. Leave me alone. I'm not fishing for compliments here. I'm just saying, if you're going to steal then go for the gusto and be really bad. Don't rob a convenience store... go for Fort Knox.
- Get a clue! Have you heard of Google analytics?! Don't be foolish enough to take what's mine and then come back on the same computer with the same I.P. address.
- I know this sort of thing happens. I guess I should have been more proactive.
I've been aware of this for awhile. I've talked (via email) with this person (small potatoes blogger) and they've deleted their post. They apologized. They even removed their blog entirely. Good riddance. I wonder what else they pilfered.
I'm still thoroughly ticked-off. I'm having trouble getting excited about sharing my life. I don't have the talent to make money at this. And I'm fine with that. That's not why I do this (honestly, if someone offered to pay me handsomely for my efforts I'd gladly take the money. I don't think that's going to happen, and it's not my motivation to be here). On the other hand, the thought of someone else profiting directly from my silliness, or even the premise upon which my silliness is based? That makes me livid.
I'm really struggling at the moment. I had a hard time with the kids yesterday. There's major crap going on here with the school district that directly impacts my eldest. I didn't behave like the mommy that I know I am yesterday. My tooth still hurts from the root canal, and I have a follow-up appointment today for something that, I'm certain, will be unpleasant.
And the worst thing about all that's going on is that someone stole my bestest toy (my blog) while I was playing in the sandbox (the Internet).... That just sucks. Whether you're 30 or 3.