Weird. My last post, which contains a mere 43 words, somehow got the attention of “diet girl” who left 3 programmed comments. Now my photoblog, dawnblanchfield.com, gets spam comments all the time, but they usually consist of gibberish. I’ve never had that problem on elfini. Is this a WordPress thing? Where did “I Lost Thirty Pounds in Thirty Days” aka “Amazing Weight Loss Story” aka “My Amazing Weight Loss Story” come from? Did she find my site because I mentioned ‘I feel a bit like throwing up’? Is she trolling the internet for potential bulimics? “Hey, don’t ruin your esophageal lining; try my sure-thing diet pill?“
I would delete the comments, but at least she is telling me that I have an obvious talent for blogging and not jumping on the “Yeah, you are a pain in the ass” bandwagon.
So, short week and the weekend is upon us again. Sweet. Or not. The office is so quiet and peaceful… Kyle is supposedly going to his dad’s this weekend. We’ll see how that pans out. Chris is going to be busy working on the boat for his upcoming camping trip in Ventura, which I don’t want to talk about. So, that leaves me and Erin to wile away the hours. Won’t that be fun. Me and a screaming monkey. Any painting, photo-editing (and I have a lot of it to do!), scanning, yoga, or absolutely nothing, will have to be done in the very short window of Erin’s nap. At least the temps for the weekend are only supposed to be in the high 80s. We might be able to spend a little time outside. Which is a good thing because I’m pretty sure Erin’s plans consist of bike bike pool bike screaming screaming tiggerpooh belle bike bike pool bike ad nauseam.
I predict any tweets I manage to post this weekend will be short and to the point:
“Hot… dying…” or “Screaming won’t stop… ears bleeding… what?!” or the always popular “Baby for sale.”
Enjoy your weekend!