Thursday, January 3, 2008

Me-Mail

My diamond bands, one for making through a year of marriage, another for the babe in my womb.

Though I am not the best at replying,
I always love to get e-mails from people who take time to read my blog. I like the one-on-one interaction that only an in-box can produce. Lately though my e-mails have been better than ever. For instance:

My fellow first-time-miracle-baby friend who was kind enough to commiserate-through-the-joy with me . . . in her own way:

I did not have morning sickness and all I have had is some swollen feet and hands, stretch marks and now I am suffering heartburn. Of course, now that I think about it, I have been much more zitty too. And I have these tiny weird skin tags on my neck and I guess I could go on...

Would I trade skin tags for the vomits? That is a question to contemplate. I really love my smooth skin and if I eat a Frango mint first thing in the morning the up-heave is somewhat minty.
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The next e-mail comes from Kiki, a Southern Belle who I met through blogging via Azucar:

When will you have time for me, and will that be a time when I will have time for you?

In addition, nothing.

I am glad that there was no addition to that e-mail. Can you imagine?
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Jilly was nice enough to view Mr. Phun's documentary in it's entirety. She wrote commenting on what I said was my favorite Christmas present:

Can't wait to see your new diamond.

I wrote back that my new diamond was actually a band of diamonds Chup had purchased from the best jewelers in the business--Beesley Goldsmith--to commemorate the pregnancy. I felt I needed to explain all this because Jilly's diamond is the size of Asia.

She wrote back reassuring:
It's not the size of the diamond that counts, it's the sentiment behind it.

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Speaking of the Phun documentary, I had so many raving e-mails but my favorite came from Galamorous who wrote:

My favorite cracker is the Club Cracker. Followed by the Graham Cracker. Followed by MC Cracker, which is what we nicknamed Brian Austin Green on 90210.

Note to you: if you don't get it it's because you missed out on the documentary and Beverly Hills 90210 and shame on you. Also, you are missing out.

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Thanks to all who also wrote about my soundtrack video and my diva-inspired Christmas greeting. Only one person had something not-so-glowing to say about my performance and he happens to be the only record producer I know, Mr. Scott Wiley:

your blog is awesome, you are a great writer, it is really funny, and I really love to read it. you....uh...not so much with the singing though.

Another name for Record Producer? Dream Killer.

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Last of all, I include one of the several complaints I received about turning off my comments from my sweet-cyber-friend Marilyn:

It's funny, now that you aren't accepting comments, I kind of feel like I haven't talked to you in a while, which is completely ridiculous since I've never actually spoken to you anyways. This is my way of telling you that I miss your comments (you have brilliantly funny friends.)

Brilliantly funny friends huh? Well, let's see what they have to say today.

Comments I command you to be turned on!

(That's what she said.)