Notes from the soup nazi

I am always the last to know. I am the last to know about everything. I sit and wonder why people won't share their news with me. I like news just as much as the next person. I just don't have much of my own exciting news to share. Maybe if I were more exciting people would think about me when something exciting happens. I mean people have babies, get engaged and God forbid they die and I always get the same response. "Oh, I thought you knew". Well I didn't or I wouldn't have asked how said dead person was feeling, mom.
I think my life is exciting, I guess. I am making soup today. I will give you a second to absorb that. (hah! just made a soup pun). My kids do and say exciting things. My husband sure has an exciting job, but me, not so much. I guess maybe I always appear to be "in the know". I would like to go with that argument. I would like to think that people see me as informed and in the loop. The other side of that is maybe people just don't think of me at all which makes more sense given the fact that my life is completely uneventful.
I have no grammy's, tony's or nobel prizes. I would like one if they are handing them out for soupmaking or blog writing. I think the next time one of my kids does something earth shattering and genius I will just go on Facebook and congratulate myself for having such fine offspring. I will make my own news since NO ONE else wants to share theirs with me. I am not bitter though. I will still be happy about the happy stuff and send condolences, however late because no one told me, when something tragic happens. I would just once like to be the first to know something. I am not above gossip. Call me, text me, lets gossip together. Unless the pastor is reading this (although I don't know why he would read my boring blog) then I am totally uninterested in hearing any juicy nuggets you would like to share. Off the record, it makes people feel like they have a relationship with you when you share. So remember that next time something awesome or not so awesome happens to you and you don't call me. No soup for you!