I didn’t sleep very well last night, mainly because I was tossing and turning with lots of things on my mind, so please forgive me if I seem more jumbled that usual today. I promise, I have some valid points in this post, even if I’m unable to sting a coherent thought together. That being said, I’m just going to go with bullet points. Because everyone loves bullet points. Obvi.

(Heads up: all these bullet points really fall under two categories: M. And puppehs. Just go with it.)

  • I made M watch the move “Love Actually” with me last night. And despite his protests, and the fact I’m sure he will deny to the day he dies, he actually LIKED it. Yes, that’s right. Colin Firth searching the streets for his Portuguese love? Riveted. Was. M. Even though he was trying to mask it by half paying attention, doing job stuff on the computer. Yeah, you can’t fool me, M. I saw that look in your eyes. And at the end? Yeah, I know you thought that little boy was adorable as hell too- and when he said “let’s go get the shit kicked out of us by love…” your laugh? Priceless.
  • Speaking of job stuff, M, I know you have a couple interviews set up today for some temp and long term positions with staffing firms. I’m so excited for you, and I know you’re gonna be great. I’m praying for you babe, and I hope the rest of bloggy land is too.
  • Oh, one more thing M: please don’t be upset your puppeh decided to get up this morning and walk over top of you to the other side of the bed and snuggle up next to ME this morning. Like, head on the pillow, laying down, acting as a body pillow type snuggling. I can’t help it I’m so damn lovable. I know the puppeh loves his daddeh, but guess what: I think he’s may be starting to see me as his mommeh (oh, i hope!), which therefore means he loves me too. I’m not even going to bring up the fact how he followed me around the apartment all last night. And lay at the bathroom door while I showered, guarding the door. And then when I was on the phone with my darling cousin and crawled up on my bed, while you were in the tv room, and the puppeh followed me and jumped up and sat down next to me while I chatted? Yeah. Definitely won’t speak of those. Oh, and not to mention afterward, how he climbed up on the couch and snuggled up next to ME? Yeah, I definitely don’t bring those instances up. SO THERE. Okay, so maybe I just did. MUAHAHAHAH. Wow. OK. Moving on.
  • AND SPEAKING OF PUPPEHS. OK, I’m done with the bullet points for now, because this is deserving of a freaking paragraph. Or a few. Really. Because it struck a nerve. Which, in turn, translates to: Barbie = Infuriated.

I’ll be frank, I’ve received bitchy comments before from readers on my blog. And in moderating them, I’ve allowed them, for freedom of speech and what not. In light of recent M events, many people have had their opinions and I have not “publicly” harassed them, because, whatev. Fine. I can deal with you not agreeing with my decisions in relationships and what not. But when you attack my character? THAT’S personal. You bet your sweet ass I’m going to say something.

I am a full-blooded Leo, and my claws will come out.

You may remember “cindylou who” way back in May, who, had something to say about my lack of work ethic and finding a job. Yeah, she was a sweetie, wasn’t she? Well, it appears we have another commenter who has taken things one step too far. And being that it is MY blog, and when you write things to me, you are subjecting yourself to a public airing of your questionable “behavior.” Be glad that I’m not Dooce, and displaying your email address for all to know and see, and bombard you with emails, questioning your mere principals, actions and character as a woman and “mommeh.” (Hi, Dooce if you’re reading this!!!! Which, you probably aren’t, but oh well, I think you rock, by the way!!!)

Yes, that’s right, “dolly,” I’m speaking to you. About your lovely comment you left me last night on this post. For everyone’s sake, let’s read what you wrote, shall we?

I have a lab x pup which I’m also in love with ! I have to say though having read through these posts that some people treat pups like toys ! They should never be placed where they can fall from a height – for obvious reasons. They may be very supple but their joints are immature and if subject to shock i.e jumping, falling off furniture etc they can become painfully arthritic when adult. Pups should not sleep with you ! WATCH THE DOG WHISPERER. PLEASE GET EDUCATED ABOUT BEING A DOG OWNER IF YOU LOVE YOUR PET ! XX

So, let me get this straight. In one foul swoop, you’ve managed to not only denunciate my ability to act as a responsible adult, but also managed to call into question my maternal instincts?

Let’s get something straight here, woman. I do not come into YOUR home and tell you how to live your life, raise your pet, child, whatever. How dare you insinuate that I view B as a “toy.” Simply because I have different views on how to raise MY dog, does not justify the reason, or give you the right to tell me that I am an uneducated, irresponsible sorry excuse for a pet owner. If nothing else, your comment gave me a heightened respect (that was already pretty damn high) to all of the “mommy bloggers” out there for putting up with commenters such as yourself who are, apparently, omnipotent.

I may not be perfect or at times the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I’m smart enough to know that those in glass houses shouldn’t cast the first stone…and I’m betting that despite your high and mighty attitude, you’re in desperate need of Windex in some areas of your life, for you to write such a maliciously backhanded and bitchy statement. It all comes down to respect. Granted, you’re entitled to your opinion, but for the record?

Save your snippy, judgmental comments for someone else; they are most certainly not welcome here.