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Thanks be to Insanity. Oh, and to Kim too!

I know my last post was all about gratitude. And I know it's freaking boring to do another one with the same theme. But I figure since I usually spend such a disportionate amount of time bitching and moaning, I should take full advantage of my current good-cheer. So this post is a big thank you to my fellow-bloggers, Andrea and Kim. Although to be honest, I'm a little loathe to bundle all of us in the same category. I'm so far below them in the blogger leagues, it's embarassing. Kind of like me comparing myself to Lady Gaga. Yes we both sing sometimes, and yes we're both mad as hatters after a couple of tequilas, but that's where the similarities end. No, on second thoughts, the similarities actually end with our bank balances. Damn you and your eternal riches, Lady Gaga.

So anyway, thanks to Kim who is running a fantastic Fei'd giveaway on her blog. Enter now if you want to win free Fei'd (and a copy of my children's book). Lady Gaga, you can't enter. You're not eligable on account of your eternal riches. Your loony craziness is kinda awesome though, so feel free to go by our site and whip out that titanium credit card.

And a big thank you to Andrea who gave us a shout-out last week. You probably won't be reading this since you're on vacation with your 67 pairs of underwear, but YOU ROCK!

 And I know this is supposed to be a grateful, good cheer post, but I can't help myself. I just have to rant.  To the crazy woman with the topless visor-hat (and by that, I mean her hat was topless, not her... just clarifying), thanks a million for cutting me off on the highway and almost killing us. Okay, that is a slight exaggeration, she didn't almost kill us. But she could have. And that's enough. The incident does however prove my theory once and for all - you can categorically judge a person's driving ability by their headwear. And topless visor-hats are reserved for those that crawl directly from the primordial driving ooze.

So if the DMV is reading this, please make a point of reviewing headwear during a driving exam. The presence of a topless visor-hat should qualify as an automatic fail. It's just as dangerous as running a red light or hitting a pedestrian. Becasue it's only a matter of time before the wearer does something equally dangerous. So in this case, prevention is definitely better than cure. You're welcome.

Phew, I feel better now! Happy Friday everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks be to the Dudess

I have been writing this post for what feels like hours. And no matter how hard I tried, it sounded cheesy. Saccharine. Gushy. Because I've been trying to explain how grateful I feel. Grateful because my first skin care product has finally launched. Grateful that I managed to get to this point without killing myself with some kind of self-induced stress disorder. Grateful that I haven't killed anyone else either for that matter. And grateful that my son seems none the worse for wear considering how sleep-deprived I've been. Unless you count his recent toddler crime spree, but I'm ignoring that for now. (All these thoughts about killing. No wonder my son is a violent toddler-criminal. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Unless you throw it. At someone's head. Oh dear, more violence. I definitely need a vacation.)

Drumroll.... Ta-Daaaa......

Here's my new skin care product. It's called Fei'd and yes, I know the apostrophe looks weird. I hadn't slept for months, my son was sick, and I may have had a glass (or 2) of wine. May have.

It's pronounced "fade" and it's a combination of Traditional Chinese Medicine and cutting edge western science. Oh, and it works like a charm on pigmentation and dark marks. I know because I used it on my pregnancy pigmentation marks. Or Micah-marks as I like to call them. Mainly becuase I was pregnant with Micah when I got them (i.e. they are totally his fault) but also because that's what size they were. Really.

I'm also very grateful for all the love and support my fellow bloggers have thrown my way. Andrea from The Creative Junkie, Toni from Mammakaze, Kim from Kimnfam and Mir from Woulda Coulda Shoulda. You guys are my rocks. Thank you. And by rocks I mean that you rock. Not the crack cocaine type of rock. And yet more criminal thoughts. USCIS, if you're reading this, I'M JOKING.

And lastly a shout out to my friend Diana. Get well soon. Kick that cancer's ass.

And this is for the IRS and USCIS, just in case they're reading...

 

Don't you freaking hate that schmaltzy photo-poetry stuff? I swore blind I'd never have it on my blog. My absolute worst are those PowerPoint presentations set to music with puppies and kittens and sunsets. Who the hell sits and makes that stuff? One thing's for sure though, their kids probably aren't violent and they never use curse words and I bet they never think about killing anyone. So I guess the last laugh's on me.

But here's the thing. I am fully and totally grateful. Really. Not in a poetry, flowery, classical music kind of way. That's just not me (I'm an ex-shaved-head punk for heaven's sakes. And no, I will never ever post pictures). I'm grateful in more of a kick ass kind of way. And since I'm not religious, it's hard to say exactly who or what I'm grateful to. But I'm going to try. I'm grateful to God or the gods or the universe or the higher being or the Dude or the Dudess. That's it, I'm grateful to the Dudess. Thank you. You rock.

 

P.S. Blame Typepad for the typos in this post. If they'd fix their spell checker, the world would be a better place. In a flowers, poetry, soft music kind of way.