Lurking

So on some level I am aware that complete strangers can read my blog -- hey, I check out friends' friends' blogs myself. All the time. But it kinda unnerved me to get my first random comment from a complete stranger a few weeks ago, even though the comment was not in the least bit creepy or intrusive. So I deleted it and am pretending it never happened.

I used to read a hilarious blog written by an American woman who married an Italian, lived in Rome, then moved back to the States. I read the Italian version for the challenge and the Engish, sometimes just to compare. But apparently life got too hectic here (shocker) and she put her blog on hiatus. At least I hope it will come back someday. And if it does, I may get up the nerve to comment. But maybe not. Because I still think it is a bit weird to comment on a stranger's blog. Does that surprise you?

Nevertheless, this morning while checking out a friends' blog -- shout out to Pmom, who uses $5 words regularly in conversation and on her blog this morning considerately provided a definition for ameliorate -- unnecessarily for me but perhaps not for you -- I ventured off to check out one of her blogging friends. The name sucked me in.

(By the way, Pmom, howabout swapping Pdad for Pdaddy? Trips off the tongue, doesn't it?)

So I went to this unknown blog with the fantastic name referencing Elvis Costello (!) and I read. And laughed. And guffawed. And quoted until John firmly reminded me he didn't have time for it right now. Hazards of working from home, you know?

And I have to say that I heart this blog. Love love love it. Smart, unpretentious, hilarious. Here is a sampling:

Who would you be more afraid to date in 1980, Michael Jackson or David Lee Roth? How about in 2008?

You might be wondering how I maintain a blog, read other blogs, and check the comments on my blog compulsively. Ladies and gentleman--I'm not Superwoman! I'll let you in on a little secret: Neglect. (accompanying photo shows baby smeared with chocolate)

Remember, an over-scheduled child is one who is enrolled in more classes than yours.

What's not to love?! And she voted for Obama. But now that I have devoted an entire post to my new blog crush I cannot bring myself to comment/gush about it on said blog. I am merely a lurker.

But I'll send my regards via Pmom.