Anonymous

When I receive an email or note from somebody, I always read it with their voice in my mind. Not only do I read what they say, but I like to imagine how they would say it. Knowing the personality of the author, it's usually easy to tell when something should be read with humour, sarcasm, etc.

The same goes with blog comments. I love getting them and reading them. I wish I had the time to make comments as generously as I receive them. Unfortunately, I usually read blogs with a baby in my arms, which makes commenting more difficult. But, please know that I read all of your blogs. Every single word. Take a look at my blog roll on my side bar. If your blog is listed than I am a devoted reader. Are you not on my list? Send me your blog link so I can read it. I love reading blogs and I will try to find more time to comment.

So where is this all leading to? Well, today I got a comment on my blog that intrigued me. It was anonymous. Without knowing who it came from, I can't read it with their voice in my mind. Oddly enough, the voice that is coming to my mind isn't a kind voice, but somewhat sarcastic. To save you the effort of clicking around, here is that it says...

"Wonderful blog...its great to read all about your life and your wonderful daughters. You seem to be SOOOOOOOOO happy. Congrats again on a wonderful life. "

Seriously, what is wrong with me? I'm sure this comment came from a perfectly nice person with perfectly nice intentions. Feel free to reveal yourself if you so wish, but I'm kinda enjoying solving the mystery of who hates me so much. If I found out that it was just my Aunt Suzy forgetting to log in, I will kind of be disappointed.

First, here is what we know about anonymous, who I will now call "A" to save my spell check a lot of work:

1. A was on my blog for 11 minutes.
2. Once A left my blog, A clicked on the comment button and took 4 minutes to write it. That piece of literary work certainly shouldn't take 4 minutes to write. What happened during those 4 minutes? Does A have small children around ? Did she have to stop to change a diaper? Was A writing at work and had to pretend to be doing something else when their boss came around the corner? Or, was A writing draft after draft, trying to come up with the perfect comment?
3. A uses Verizon for an Internet service provider. In fact, I have A's IP address.
4. A is from California. A doesn't live too far from Temecula.
5. Everybody I know from California has a blogger account. Why would they go to the trouble of leaving a comment without bothering to log in?
6. This person is either a new reader or forgets my "True Confessions" post which reveals that my life is not nearly as perfect as their comments suggests.

K, I can't believe I actually wasted 45 minutes on this topic. I'm now signing off to return to my wonderful life!