Amanda is in New York at BlogHer and for that I hate her.

The following is a guest post via the amazing, yet totally mislead Barner, Alena from Charmingly Chandler (I love her because she’s no-nonsense and a bulldog, like myself) (and maybe I love her page design because I did it) (who knows). She’s jealous, you see, firstly because my alma mater wins things like National Titles and Rings and Tons of Money and exudes talent:

But also because….

Amanda is in New York at BlogHer and for that I hate her.

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Amanda is partying her skinny butt off in New York with a few of my favorite people (and probably meeting people that would be my favorite people if I were to just MEET THEM). And that is the first thing on the list of reasons I hate Amanda for being in New York at BlogHer.

11. I hate Amanda because she is having fun with people I want to have fun with..

10. I hate Amanda because she is probably having fun slumber parties wearing horrid Alabama pajamas in New York City.

9. I hate Amanda because she is rooming with one of my favoritest people ever Kacia (Coconut Robot).

8. I hate Amanda because she is probably tossing back sipping on champagne at SocialLuxe right now and I am not.

7. I hate Amanda because she is going to come back from BlogHer with endless blog topics that will last her until we’re at Blissdom next year.

6. I hate Amanda because people are going to find her Alabama accent charming and original.

5. I hate Amanda because she is going to be sleeping on a comfy bed that get made by a house keeper every day.

4. I hate Amanda because she is getting so much swag (and I think she should pass it along to me. If she doesn’t…well I’ll hate her).

3. I hate Amanda because she is going to be doing rubbing elbows with the Carrie Bradshaw’s and Jennifer Anniston’s of NYC at TAO.

2. I hate Amanda because she didn’t sneak me into her luggage and take me to BlogHer.

1. The number one reason I hate Amanda because she forced me against my will to add a picture. So of course, I picked one of my blogging highlights. The moment that Pioneer Woman knew who I was:

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So, I think it’s clear that for a week after she gets back from her amazing horribly stressful trip to BlogHer I will be giving Amanda the silent treatment. Or maybe I’ll just simply reply to everything she says to me with “Yeah, whatever. War Eagle”. Yeah that seems like a much better plan.