And just when I was getting my blog on
This is the two ton elephant that I normally would pretend to ignore.
I’m going to talk to the elephant. Here, right now.
Every so often someone leaves a nasty comment for me, using a fake name, and a fake email address. The syntax and grammar are bad, the punctuation hideous. This person does know me, but pretends to not know me, or pretends to be someone else that does know me (which is lame, because the person that this person pretends to be has much better spelling skills and would *never* act like such an ass.)
Today, someone using the elephant’s wife’s name signed up on twitter and followed me, and then stopped following me (perhaps unaware that twitter would send me a notification email.)
So to the elephant and/or his wife, I get it. I *still* get it. You’re going to stalk me online when you have nothing better to do. What you don’t get is that I have reached an epic level of not giving a rats tiny ass what you do with your spare time as long as your stalking stays virtual and relatively harmless.
I’m feeling outrageously good today. I played with my dogs at the park, had a big breakfast and did schoolwork with the kids, I may even make it outside to start prepping my little flower beds and prune the hedges when I’m finished putting my laundry away. I might even get really wild and crazy after the children are tucked into bed and dye some yarn, or order wool online.
And if I’m feeling outrageously uninhibited I might even sew a needle case or two.
Yet another reason that I hate people. Sweetie, I am so sorry that there is someone (or multiple someones) bothering you on your blog. It’s so sad when people are so unhappy in their lives that they have to act out online.
Want to come over and hack back some climbing flowering vines? Yeah, me either.
xo
stalkers? boo! hiss!
i’m glad you’re having a good morning. wanna come and cook me breakfast?
You got to wonder about the mental health of cyber stalkers. But maybe they get the evil out of them in harmless ways.
I thought maybe you were referring to me, but I didn’t stop following you on twitter
Sorry to hear you’re having a pooptastic day. Some people take that whole “Don’t ever grow up” thing waaaaaaaaay too seriously.
On another note, Hi!! I randomly decided to do a search for yarn porn… and here I am. And can I just say how much I LOVE WHAT I SEE!!! I am amazed that you have the sanity/strength/energy/etc to do such wonderful things with yarn, when you also have kids, husband, guitar practice, etc. I myself have 2 under 2, so I may not get to read the backstories of everything, but I will be here as often as possible.
Thank you for the yarn porn, I must clean the drool off my keyboard now!