Crashing the Party: I Want My Peanut Butter Cups!

I felt like I had been thrown into another dimension this morning when post after post of my favorite bloggers appeared titled “Better Living Through Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.”

I bopped over to the Facebook Group, “We Blog . . . A Blogging Community” and asked “Am I missing something? Why is everybody writing about Peanut Butter Cups today? I feel like I was never let into a secret club.”

Suddenly, I flashed back to Junior High School. Early summer, I am on a bike ride with a friend from my neighborhood. She went to a different school than I did, because I was in the “Gifted program” and had to be shipped off across town. My bike was my only access to speed, as my prowess in athletics included mediocrity in gymnastics and good form swimming the butterfly. So I rode myhand-me-down Β yellow 5-speed Schwinn feeling joy and freedom, although I still struggled to keep up with some of the faster riders.

[I’m trying to insert a picture of the actual bike here, but WP is acting up. The bike, after sitting for centuries in my parent’s garage, now waits to be ridden by my daughter. Those bikes were mean to last. How cool is that?]

The ride was going well until I passed a friend’s house, someone who had been my friend forever and who I did go to school with. Suddenly I noticed kids from class hanging around on her lawn, and heard splashing and laughter coming from her back yard. A pool party. A birthday party. And I wasn’t invited.

Brian, the cute boy who I had a crush on, said, “Hi Lisa! Aren’t you coming to the party?”

We rode away quickly, but my anger and sadness grew. I couldn’t understand. I insisted we return, and I rang the doorbell.

Jenni came out, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Thanks for the invite, Jenni,” I said, showing a brazenness I didn’t know I had.

“I didn’t think you would want to come. I thought we were fighting.”

I wracked my brains, search for a fight I couldn’t recall. We had a slight disagreement when she told me she had voted for the popular girl instead of me for Vice President, and gave me some lame excuses. Of course I was upset, but deep down I understood. I knew it was a popularity contest and I didn’t have a chance.

“I wasn’t angry then,” I said. “But now . . . ” I rode away quickly before the tears could embarrass me anymore. [There was probably more conversation, but I’m telling this story so I get to write it my way ;). We did eventually make up]

So here I am, many, many, many years later standing up and claiming my right to join the party! I will not stand salivating by while the cool kids taunt and tantalize me with their decadent depictions of rich milk chocolate merging with creamy peanut butter. Oh no! I hereby claim my Reese’s Peanut Butter cup and the better life that goes with it!

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

[As I am too lazy to link to all the participants in the secret club, I will link to this fabulous poem by k8edid, and from there you can find your way to the other posts. But be warned! You will soon find yourself grasping the car keys and racing toward the nearest store to buy out their secret stash of chocolate and peanut butter goodness.]

37 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tori Nelson
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 09:59:14

    Lisa, you ALWAYS have a seat at the cool kids’ table. With that being said, could you invite me πŸ™‚ Great post!

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    • Lisa Wields Words
      Apr 11, 2012 @ 10:04:36

      LOL, I think it is funny that not even the coolest of the cool kids thinks she has a seat at the table. It just goes to show you, cool is “in the eye of the beholder.” ❀

      Reply

  2. Stuart Nager
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 10:05:35

    Well, I have chocolate covered marshmallow treats (a full Passover box!) unopened. C’mon over.

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  3. thelifeofjamie
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 10:07:14

    I felt left out too…I’m crashing also.

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  4. nathan010
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 10:28:45

    Now I want candy.

    Reply

  5. Kathryn McCullough
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 11:00:01

    Love it, Lisa. I, too, missed the memo–but then I’m not a humor blogger by any means. Great crash, my friend!
    Hugs,
    Kathy

    Reply

  6. Life in the Boomer Lane
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 12:52:10

    I’m happy to say I hever had that problem when i was growing up. We didn’t have pools. Or backyards. Or parties. Damn, now I’m depressed. Hey, I think your crashing is as much fun as the party. This is great.

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    • Lisa Wields Words
      Apr 11, 2012 @ 12:55:32

      Uh uh uh, depression not allowed. The solution can be found in little cups of peanut butter surrounded by chocolate. Except, it is Passover. Hrm. Anyway, it was fun crashing the party.

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  7. 4amWriter
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 13:30:05

    Well, you definitely have aroused my curiousity…and my craving for PB cups! πŸ™‚ Guess I’ll have to jump over there to see what is going on without me…

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  8. Julie Frayn
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 13:46:07

    Cool is relative. As in, I’m relatively cool. Or, my relatives think I’m cool. LOL. Who needs cool, as long as there are Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups! πŸ™‚

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  9. zannyro
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 17:00:48

    Wow,,it’s scary the power that reese’s peanut butter cups suddenly hold over us!
    I never knew candy could have POWER and CONTROL..excuse me,,I need a snicker’s bar RIGHT NOW…OOOOOHHHH, And I’m liking the idea of a peanut butter cup fiesta..Can I join in?

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  10. judithhb
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 17:21:51

    Oh Lisa and I thought it was just me. I was very confused when I opened the computer this morning. Why were so many of my blogging pals posting on the same subject. Great idea and congratuations for crashing that particular party.

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  11. Dana
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 18:45:52

    Hooray for crashing the party! It’s been so much fun to read all of the posts, and your rogue post is simply awesome! πŸ™‚

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  12. sportsjim81
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 08:36:59

    Good for you for crashing the party. I didn’t get an invite either, must’ve gotten lost in the mail or something. Let’s start our own club, K?

    Reply

  13. Fraha
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 09:02:09

    I thought the same thing about all the Reese blog posts, I had to keep reading everyone’s posts to find out what the heck was going on. Anywho, I raise my Easter Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg to you Lisa, CHEERS!

    Reply

  14. CMSmith
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 11:04:26

    I used to feel bad when I wasn’t included, now I sometimes feel bad when I am . . . My time and energy are precious to me.

    Reply

  15. Andra Watkins
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 15:54:42

    I have a stash of Reese’s downstairs…….I mean, here…..munch, munch, munch…

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  16. Victoria-writes
    Apr 13, 2012 @ 06:48:47

    Love your gatecrashing! I am not troubled by a FB book I’m not part of, you have spread the left out misery πŸ™‚

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  17. Victoria-writes
    Apr 13, 2012 @ 08:40:29

    Oops my comment looks all wrong – I meant to say I was troubled by a blogging FB group I’m not part of. But I’ll let you off as you promised me pb!

    Reply

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