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,…
Tag: weekend
Weekend round-up. Wednesday edition.
We are finally back home after our extended and consequently extra wonderful weekend in Santa Cruz. I spent 5 days in a no-news-is-good-news, clean-fit-for-breathing ocean air, more brownies than I care to think about, bubble of happiness. And then the reality of the Sacramento valley had to go and burst that bubble. Still with the fires? And a heatwave too? Gah.Oh well, what can you do but close the blinds (there is nothing to see out there and it will help keep the place cool) and close your eyes and think back on the long holiday weekend…So, what did I do with all that time at the coast? Besides fill a couple memory cards with pictures? Homework. Is that wrong?! I got through the next chapter in 2 afternoons while the baby slept and the boys were at the beach. Sure, I could have gone to the beach with them; sat in the sand with the sun beating down on my head. Or I could sit alone in a nice quiet house without any interruptions and Chris’s laptop. If that’s wrong – I don’t want to be right! And I still managed to see plenty of the beaches while I…
S. A. T U R. D A Y. night!
I’ve started ready A Dirty Job: A Novel by Christopher Moore. Let’s not expect me to get anything else done for awhile. And I’m laughing so hard that I keep putting the book down and wanting to call someone. But you people aren’t answering your phone!Best quote so far: “Fuzz on the toast of Death”.
