It has been a weird kind of week for me. I've discovered a couple of new authors, and rediscovered a few familiar friends that I'd forgotten about. Currently, I'm reading three books (which isn't weird for me, lol, nor is finding new authors or familiar friends.). I'm reading Ruined by Kinley Baker, Bride of Casa Dracula by Marta Acosta (which is actually a re-read, but oddly enough, I didn't post a review and that is weird), and The Dickens with Love by Josh Lanyon (I've had this book on my reader since Christmas, and after my weirdness this week, I thought, why the hell not? I could use a little Christmas joy, lol. I enjoy Josh Lanyon's books... see what I meant by familiar friends or maybe I should say acquaintances) :))
So, I can see you scratching your head, wondering what's so weird then.
Well.... It seems when I search for my blog, my name just pops up, lol, and it's kind of freaking me out. If I google my blog's name, Tink's Place, and the first entry is Dottie (and the description is my blog address). The funny thing is, I didn't google my name, I googled my blog name, and Dottie (which I've never googled, why would I?) pops up. I do a double take, and read the tiny script, peering through my spectacles, and yes, it's my blog! Baffling... LOL Who would have thunk it? But, I digress...
Weirdness comes in all shapes and sizes...apparently... and it's been one of those weeks. And I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall, because it will and when I least expect it. It's probably getting ready to kick me right in the backside. I've been spending a LOT of time on facebook... it's become my home away from my blog. It's a time suck... I go on expecting to spend 10 or 15 minutes, and look up to discover four HOURS have vanished. Poof. I'm never going to get those four hours back, lol.
Not only do I spend a lot of time on facebook, but I received a message there asking me if I was a racist.... Really, me, a racist? You don't know me very well. I'm one of the most liberal, freedom and equality seeking people I've met. Need I say, I live in a small rural community which frowns upon same sex marriage, legalizing MaryJane and prostitution for that matter? And I would be drummed out of the village? No, I'm not for legalizing all drugs, my husband works in law enforcement (so this is on the q-t, okay?) and my father is retired from working for the State Police. I'm only for legalizing the much misunderstood medicinal marijuana (okay, I'm giving everyone who partakes the benefit of a doubt... I'm sure you're medicating something). My neighbor actually uses it, medicinally, for MS, and I would never begrudge her an occasional joint now and then. But, to make her jump through hoop after hoop, well, that's silly. As for prostitution, I'm all for disease control, and what better way to regulate and clean up the world's oldest occupation? Asking me if I'm a racist, well, it freaked me out! Maybe because I didn't return his friend request? But, seriously, if you're going to friend me, at least friend me in a language that I understand, which is, British English, American English (of all types, lol, because American English is regional and ethnic) and some Spanish (poco solomente... only a little bit). If you friend me in a language I don't know and can't figure out with Google translation, then I'm not going to friend you back, because I obviously don't know you. And, no, I don't need to see your lingerie, believe me, you're not my type, no matter how flimsy it looks. My name is gymmom... I'm a mom who spends time at my kid's gym... I'm not doing nude calisthenics or lingerie modeling... (my eyes are bleeding just thinking about it...not even before I had kids...)
I've had a few weird experiences on Twitter too... glad it's only 140 characters at a time, lol. You can only insult me in brief spurts, with tweets in between, I block those critters. And I'm sorry, but I don't auto follow back, sometimes I'm just not interested in the daily deal in Syracuse, I live a long way from Syracuse. I can't afford to shop there anyway. Sorry. And again, if you tweet me a picture of porno-you or nightie/extreme underwear-you (I hope everyone gets my drift, because, geesh that's embarrassing), I'm not gonna follow back. That's both creepy and weird, the ewwww factor extreme. Twitter usually blocks those types in a few days anyway.
Well, glad I got all that off my chest... I can breathe easier now (not that I can really breathe, there's too much freaking pollen or farm debris in the air). Everyone can return to their previously schedule broadcast. Silly me.
(LOL, my dog is afraid of a moth, keeps jumping every time it gets near. I'm gonna have to chase down the moth, or he'll be jumping all night long. Well, back to The Dickens with Love, I'm really enjoying it.)