Post 2! Thanks for reading and commenting. Again, if you’d like to comment but you’d rather not do so in public, please feel free to email me at curvyjones[at]diaryofcurvyjones or mocahgirl[at]gmail.

At the top of this post on the right hand side you’ll see  a directory of sorts. All posts in this series will be tied together. You can view other posts in this series by clicking on the link in the directory.

This is a long entry, I apologize. I was going to cut it but decided to let it be. It’ll be here if you get tired of reading and want to come back later! ;)

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I’ve noticed that both here and my other blog,  I get a message about once a week that people can’t leave short comments. I ASSumed this was a wordpress thing and didn’t dig into it too deeply until I got two messages today about it.

Turns out that Wordpress sets the minimum character as 1. Anything else is affected by a plugin (modification, for you non blog running people). Both my blogs have many of the same plugins but I deduced, after some trial and error that the issue was with a spam filtering plugin. Comment spam is a pretty huge problem on blogs.

I use two spam fighting plugins- Akismet and WP Spam Free. The culprit was WP Spam Free. It does not appear to allow for comments below 15 characters. I’ve disabled it for now, to see if I get any spam. Akismet should be fine for the low level of comments and popularity of this blog. If that changes and I start to get a lot of spam coming through, I will have to turn it back on. It just seems to be a bit much and I’d rather get a short comment than none at all.

Please let me know if you find anything else acting strangely. I value opinions and want reading and discussing topics here to be a breeze for all!

Thanks,

The Management

First I have to give a shout out to everyone who was so supportive yesterday. I feared a lot of ‘be thankful you even HAVE a dad!’ and ‘at least your dad wants to see you’, kinds of comments, which, I suppose would be fair to leave but I still wouldn’t want to see/read/deal with them. So thanks for sensing the kind of support I needed and givin’ it to me!

Second, yesterday sucked. I got out of work early on the premise that I was going to see my dad. I went to the salon instead. Well, I tried to go to the salon. It seems like everytime I go, I get lost. I take the wrong exit every fricken time. There are 2 exits to Highway5 in Canton. I always take the first and it’s the wrong one. Or I completely drive past it and end up in freaking Chattanooga. Not really, it’s Woodstock but may as well be Tennessee! View the rest of this entry…

It’s Friday. I ADORE Friday. It’s my favorite day of the week. Right about here is where I’d be excitedly prattling on about my weekend plans. The ones that never come to fruition but at least I make them, every week. There’s my weekly trip to CVS,  laying in bed trying to get myself to get up and go to the hair salon, writing, watching a lot of TV, maybe some movies, maybe some grocery shopping, maybe some cooking, maybe some cleaning. Two glorious days to myself, to do what I want to do, when I want to do it.

Right about here is where I am kind of freaking out. As I mentioned last night, I got a bombshell dropped onto said weekend. An email from my mother:

From: Mama Jones
Re: Your uncle’s 80th birthday party

Your dad is in Georgia for your uncle’s birthday party and to see your Aunt D. Your cousins want to know if you’re coming to the party. Call your dad at [cell number]. I was just thinking, you all live in the same city and you never talk. Was there a problem?

[other random things]

Love, mom

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The Easy Stuff:

This is post 1 of a series of posts, simply so that people don’t have to read a thesis on my life– and neither do I, when I read back. There’s a bit of “about me” stuff floating around the Diary already but I have provided some background for better understanding. If I don’t know where I’ve come from, I won’t be able to guage where I am or where I am going.

Edit: My mom sent me an email tonight to tell me that my dad is in town. Until the 10th. >insert blank stare here< I decided to go ahead and post this so that I can appropriately freak out tomorrow and people will have more of an idea of why I am freaking out.

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