Okay, we’re just getting started, but did you hear Ellen’s good joke about America not voting for her on American Idol and then being nominated for an Oscar and then America voting for Al Gore and him here nominated for an Oscar.

Funny stuff Ellen!!

A giant THANK YOU to all of the terrific folks who reached out to me today with the supportive comments. I will come back and properly thank you in a moment, but now? Now I must go yell at MySpace.

I’m sure you’ve heard, they’re removing breastfeeding pictures–but the soft-core porn shots of all the teenage girls can stay. I’m off to go set up an account and post a breastfeeding image.

I’ll be back.

Up until today I loved the blogosphere. I mean I hearted it in a major way. In a very short time I have become addicted to the entertainment, community and insight I derive from reading others and writing on my own.

But that all ended today.

I plopped myself in front of my computer first thing this morning as I do each day and what was waiting for me but some comments. Well I love comments–the affirmation, sweet affirmation–so I dove right in. But the first one…oh the first one…it changed everything.

Anonymous left me a comment today telling me that I had made an awful comment about a homeless mother on another blog and that they came over to tell me just how mean I am.

My first reaction was sheer hurt. What had I said? Where did I say it? I scanned my list of regular reads, I picked through a few possible posts to see what I wrote. But nothing. Now I’m no saint despite the fact that I may hang out with some, but I don’t make a habit of leaving rude or thoughtless comments on others blog. The fact that I might have hurt someone’s feelings upset me. The idea that someone thought I was being mean really upset me. The fact that it involved another mother was even worse.

After a while the hurt gave way to anger. You know if this person really had an issue with me, they didn’t HAVE to read my blog. They COULD have sent me an email to tell me they thought my comment was inappropriate, they COULD have had the guts to leave their name so I could find out where this incident had taken place and either apologize or explain.

I have to say that all the blogs I read today I read with a jaded eye. For the first time, I couldn’t just enjoy the writing or become intrigued by an idea without wondering if the author was Anonymous. And that made me very, very sad.

The problem with writing is that meaning is often left to interpretation. And I’m well aware of the number of “mommas” there are out there, so there is room for confusion. But this whole thing has got me wondering if I want to continue to participate in the blogosphere.

Via Joe. My. God. Some people just know how to get right to the point.

And our friend at The Centurion Diaries brings us yet another example.

Okay so I’m in a bad mood and don’t have much more to add to the laughter…but these really did crack me up.

for not allowing your children to bring snacks into your bed.

I woke up with a raisin on my butt this morning!

It’s been a while since I’ve provided an update, and there is a reason for that. There’s really no update to be had.

1. I can skate on my backyard…and I live in Virginia. WTF? It is pretty fun to slide around though. I’m just worried about landing on my dupa.

2. My a**…it still hurts like a mo’ fo’ (see yesterday’s post.) Oh and the purple? It’s darker–much darker.

3. Speaking of a**es. You want to be a pain in the a**? Karen over at Troll Baby has been slapped with a meme. As part of it, she’s going to answer any question you ask her in the comments on this post. Go ahead. You have to read the comment string if nothing else. Lots of farts and M&Ms.

Hope you had a good Thursday!

What we parents won’t do to protect our children.

Carrying Mr. 3 downstairs last night in the midst of an inconsolable crying jag, my foot went out from underneath me as I descended the stairs. Wanting to protect him, guess what took the brunt of the fall!

As if my ass wasn’t big enough to start with, NOW I have a lump the size of a fist on my right cheek!

I think it’s too bad Shakey’s real name doesn’t begin with a “C.” I could have wooed him with some romantic story of branding myself in his honor.

On the bright side, Mr. 10 thinks it looks like a horseshoe, so maybe it’s a mark of good luck.

Guess the swimsuit cover is out this year!

I’ve been smacked with a meme by my friend canape. Five slightly odd facts about myself.

Having just shared Six Weird Things not too long ago I’m wondering how to define “slightly odd.” I mean, if it’s only supposed to be slightly odd does that mean I shouldn’t share my fantasies involving certain Rolling Stones songs? No? Okay.

In that case…here’s five slightly odd things about moi.

1. I have guilt over my toothpaste. I changed to Colgate toothpaste over the past year or so, and I still feel bad about it. You see I’m fairly brand loyal, and I grew up a Crest kid. But Colgate Total just rocks!

2. I am compelled to read. I don’t mean I have to read books all the time. I mean if I am somewhere and there are words to read I will read them and reread them to pass time. I can’t just sit in a waiting room and veg out. I’ll read whatever magazines are there, signs on the wall, labels on the furniture…you get the picture.

3. I married Shakey. Let me give you an example…

Mamma: I need to come up with five slightly odd things about myself.
Shakey: Oh you mean like the fact that you have a six inch clitoris?
Mamma: ??!!

(Like if I did I’d be spending my time blogging.)

4. My index fingers are not straight. I’ve always hated that. I used to try and push them back the other way…it never worked. It’s like they’ll miss my middle fingers too much if they stand out straight.

5. I have extra urine “propelling” powers in that I have an extra ureter running from my right kidney. That’s right, a grand total of three ureters for Mamma. Know anyone who needs one? I have an extra.

Sorry, no picture for this one. The MRI is still with the doc.

Thanks canape for that fun. Can’t imagine the kind of traffic I’m going to get tonight over these nuggets.

Okay, I’ll tag out now. The lucky recipients? Mitch McDad, Kevin, St. Jude, the chicas de JJ and Attila. Play along if you’d like.

Don’t forget, you only have a few more hours left to tell me how much you adore me!! Go ahead, send me a Valentinr…look to your right.