I won't go into what she said but the gist of it was that I was the only person that attended the Thomas event who found it irritating and not worth the 50 bucks. At first I wondered if she was related to Thomas somehow but then remembered oh yeah he's an imaginary train, a cash cow, a toy.
It was a children's event not a political debate or a human rights rally. I am allowed to say I didn't like the way it was run and as the consumer I am certainly justified in feeling that it wasn't worth the hard earned money we spent!
After she noticed that I was deleting her comments she fired off a few more to me. This time she really let me have it claiming that my blog was not democratic and had I ever heard of freedom of speech (I'm paraphrasing now - the last thing I need is for her to accuse me of misquoting her!), that I only published comments that supported my viewpoints. I then had to put on the comment moderation so that I could do just that. In the last comment she left she gave her email address and full name. I hit delete with great joy.
I have a few things to say about mean comments. First of all, this is my blog and I can choose not to be democratic if I want. I'm sharing some personal stories about my life here. If it offends you, please move along, I don't want to waste your time. If you feel that you need to tell me off, please don't. I'll be getting plenty of that in the next 18 years by my child.
In the almost two years of blogging (six months of which has been more than just pictures posted for family and close friends) I have never once experienced so much as a negative thought about it. People have been kind and supportive and just plain lovely. That's what I want. I'll just be honest. I'm not interested in nasty. I will delete your comment if it hurts my feelings. It's my blog and I can do that if I want to.
PS here is a picture of Deaglan at the family wedding we were in last week. I brought a bunch of goodies to distract him and told the kind person who offered to help to take out the bag of chips as the absolute emergency measure. It was like magic. He stopped crying (the couple were saying their vows) and settled down to eat.