Well, looky there, it’s Friday again. That means it is time for another round up of what has rocked my face off this week. We call it Faceless Fridays. A tradition that started a little more than a decade ago.

First some random thoughts from yours truly:

For those of you that have any sort of routine in way of driving, do you find yourself naming other drivers that are on your path? There are three people I encounter on the way to take Mr. Man to school that I now have an ongoing battle with (maybe they know, maybe they don’t).  One I call Speedy Cuntster who likes to whip out behind me and then tailgate me on back roads like I’m not already being a bit too reckless seeing as it’s dark, the roads are narrow and I’m sure there is wildlife living around. She “acts” like I’m not already doing the most and it makes my blood boil every time she gets behind me. One morning she actually went straight instead of turning into the school, only to jump in front of me from the other angle on the side road.  Speedy Cuntster can fuck off with that nonsense, especially before 8 am.  The other one usually gets behind me after drop off and follows me thisclose to my house and then turns off. I know this. I have figured out where this parent lives. I shouldn’t be alarmed, but with NBK on the loose and other stalkers out and about it still makes me apprehensive every damn day. She also likes to act like back roads are for going 60 and the highway is for 50. Get for really fucking real. The other one I’m actually not mad at, they are a little fun car that always zooms off as fast as can be when I get behind them (they don’t have to stop and I do). I am driving a big ass borrowed truck so they probably have deemed me an asshole in their story with my headlights right in their mirrors and here I am just grateful they leave me alone. So, Craughers, who are your highway nemesis?

Okay, okay, back to the gratitude (all though not break checking Speedy Cunt does Rock)

First and foremost:

THIS. My friend Tiny Christ made this epic design to support women and all the bullshit that goes along with womanhood in the United States, and has somehow entrusted me to market it. I’ll admit it has been a long time since I have done any marketing worthwhile, but this design is so fucking awesome and SO deserves to be seen and shared everywhere. How cool would it be to start seeing this as common as back the blue? A girl can dream right? Anyway, we would both greatly appreciate it if you would check out the shop and back the vadge.  We are working on some ideas right now on a percentage of proceeds going to a good cause that also supports women. Any ideas are welcome! My friend’s art skills never, ever cease to rock my face off, and her using those skills to support women, well that just rocks even more! https://craughing.myspreadshop.com/

Surviving Pink Eye and Upper Respiratory Infection of the little Duder. (Fun story: I had to google how to spell respiratory, so fuck that word). Little Duder has had it bad the past week. Like gross bad. Crusty green eyes and a cough so rough that he can’t sleep and won’t eat. It has been hell on him and this Momma. And of course he isn’t a sweet cuddle bug when he is sick. Oh hell no, he turns into a spawn of hell and unleashes a fury I didn’t know a five year old could carry within them. Mostly because he won’t blow his nose and he “can’t breathe” and …. Won’t blow his fucking nose.  But we made it! And we made so many little books! Books about my adventure in rescuing the dogs. Books about the demon cat. Books about the fish. Books about how my life was missing something and that something was him. That was totally his idea by the way, but he isn’t wrong, I was missing him, just didn’t know it was him I was missing until he was here. And I sang the song I made up “I love you when you are happy, I love you when you are mad, I love you when you are grumpy, I love you when you are sad” ONE HUNDRED MILLION TIMES.

Okay, this is getting lengthy and I’m sure you have things to do, like chug some more coffee and turn the dryer back on. Let’s do the round up list:

In no particular order here are some honorable mentions of what has rocked my face off this week!

Coffee, friends, heat, water, black African soap for almost making my hormonal acne manageable (almost), meds!, paycheck (what what), music, thoughtfulness, blankets, heating pads, a doctor that listens, internet, a laptop that somehow still works!, plants, rain, clean laundry (even if it’s still in the dryer), support from Craughers during all this nonsense with NBK (FUCKING FOR REAL THANK YOU), being vulnerable, my kid’s therapist, men that actually show up for their families in loving, vulnerable and honest ways, a place to shoot guns, paintings, a cat tower on it’s way (thanks L!), not feeling guilt for a dirty house cause fuck it, we live here and we’ve been sick, and YOU. Thank you reader, for always being here, for sticking around, and for finding things that also rock your face off. Much love!!