This is what you get instead of the serious post I took down..

Monday, April 10, 2006

Ok, so I took the last post down. I was a little too exposed. And in a Tara Reid's nipple kind of way....

So I will say this. To the person who is finding my blog via the use of my first AND last name in Connecticut. I demand that you reveal yourself to me, for you are freaking the shit out of me on my sitemeter. It isn't as if I am 007 here, but when I find that people are finding me via the first AND last name? Egad. And I'm not talking about the people I have emailed who know my first and last name...and not only my last name but my maiden name cause I didn't change it when I got married. Yep, I'm one of those crazy feminist bitches.

(ease up, I hypenated on my drivers license to pay homage to My penis - then he peed on my shoes and I was forever marked as his)

And the playdate kids? SHOWED UP THIS AFTERNOON! "What?!", you say. Yes. Their father drove them to my house and dropped them off unannounced - on a Monday - at 5:30 p.m. - cause they said they wanted to play with my daughter....WTF???

Apparently I made a playdate with the "Single White Female" of parents and now we are going to be joined as one for all time. GOD!(Said as Napoleon Dynamite)

12 Baleful Regards:

Esereth said...

Just out of curiousity, did you mention to the Dad that it wasn't okay to do that? Cuz, wow. That is so wrong. "Babysit my kids for awhile".

Frankly I think that means you can drink as much as you want. I don't know why it means that, just a feeling I have.

Marcie said...

Sounds like they dropped off the kids right before dinner time. Coincidence? I think not.

E. said...

Wait! I saw that post and read the first couple paragraphs and since I was at my office and already later than I'd said I'd be home and my sister-in-law is visiting and I wanted to get home to hang out with her I said "This looks like a post I want to read with care. I'll wait and read it at home tonight."

And now it's gone! Do I have some recourse here? Part of me feels like I'm entitled to the post b/c I saw it and spent the evening looking forward to reading it. The other part of me feels like I blew it by not just making myself later by reading it on the spot. It seemed like a really good post, from what I read of it. Nothing like Tara Reid's nipple or any part of her.

As far as this post goes, I'm one of those crazy feminist bitches, too. The kind that would say to the unnanounced playdate dad "Great! You stay down here with the kids and watch them play while I go upstairs read that novel I've been meaning to finish." (Actually I'd say that in my head later as I replayed the scene over and over, most likely having been too stunned to say anything at the time.)

mama_tulip said...

Yes, I'm with E. I'd have done the same thing. "Oh good, you're here! I have to go clip my toenails now."

Mignon said...

We have a neighbor who occasionally drops her granddaughter off unannounced while she goes for long walks. At first I was really bitchy about it, but now the little shit has matured and she actually occupies Madeleine for an hour or so. Bring her on!!

I'm really bummed I missed the nipple post. Please can you paraphrase?

roo said...

Damn it, I missed the nipple.

But the google-tracking is pretty freaking creepy-- I hope the mystery clears up soon, with no harm done.

And let's hear it for us proud women who don't love our husbands enough to take their name! We rock!

Oh, that girl. said...

Dawn, I am not the culprit, but if you need a stalker, I can send you too many pictures of the dogs in "We love Dawn" dog shirts. That's really all I have to offer.

Andrea said...

Okay, I saw the Tara Reid nipple post, in it's entirety, and I feel like I know you better because of it, and not in a stalkerish way. Maybe that's what you're trying to avoid, too much familiarity with complete strangers, and I would understand, since you've never met me in person and wouldn't know me on the street if you saw me. BTW, I am NOT the person googling you by first and last name. But as I was reading, I found myself nodding, understanding, and liking you more. At least liking your writing more. You conveyed feelings in such a way that, while I've been lucky enough never to need such protective walls, I could see how they served you, and how special Terrance is to you having taken the time and effort to get through your walls. What a wonderful, persistent man. It's time to stop fighting indeed. I just wanted you to know your secret post is safe with me. Promise. And thanks for the glimpse into the real you, vulnerability and all. It really was a beautiful post.

Contrary said...

Please tell us that you told that guy how the cow ate the cabbage.

mothergoosemouse said...

Sometimes I worry that our next door neighbors think that I am pawning off Miss Goosie when she goes over to play with their daughter (who is nine - not old enough to babysit, but old enough to play with Tacy unsupervised). But they are right next door and can send my child home at any time.

I would be pretty irritated if someone actually TRANSPORTED a child over to play at my house without clearing it through me first. That's even beyond the etiquette breach of "inviting yourself over".

Yes, I'd be a little freaked out about the Google search. Where on your site is your last name? I know it, but I've never seen it there. Creepy.

And I am one of those traditionalists. In my defense, I was searching for a new last name - one that I wouldn't have to spell.

Izzy said...

I took my hub's name because it was way better than mine (as in easy to say and spell for the predominantly semi-literate masses)

As for the drop off dad, I have a friend whose husband will say he's going to bring his daughter over to play and then something will "come up" and he'll take off and leave her with me for hours. he does it when we meet at the mall, too. Fucking annoying as hell...

The other Mrs. b said...

Psst... Dawn... This is The Internet. Before you totally freek out on me, remember that your first and maiden last name is posted on Blogher...and that it links back to your blog. Don't worry, I won't let any freeks contact you. Besides, you've got Vlad on your side.

 
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