Happy 4th and Thanks and Stuff

'kay, it's official. I suck. I have been awarded bloggy goodies, and I have been stoned. It's the Darvs. They've made it so I'm dragging ass in the gushing thanks department. And I do mean BIG thanks. I have fabulous blogging buddies, and I don't want them to think I've forgotten them. Even though I kinda did. But not deliberately. It's the Darvs.

First, from one of my favorite blogs, Jane at Gaston Studio, the Noblesse Oblige award, which means my blog exempifies . . . well, nobility! Shyah! Naturally. And probably depth, inspiration, and a little thing called courage. Am I right, people?
Hhhh! AAAAHHHH!

Sorry, there was a mouse on my desk.

Ahem, so I know that all of cyberspace will agree with me when I say that my most provocative and nuanced philosophies on life have been spurting nonstop out of a dark and remote crater from deep within me. Like little geysers of wisdom, they just spew out of the national park that is my brain, and there's a lot of oooohing and aaaahing that goes on from the rubberneckers. Proof that you can always trust what I have to say. Right, Jane?

You're welcome. And since everybody's out celebrating the birth of America, I'll just leave it at that. Here's what donning the Noblesse Oblige looks like in all its purple, molecular, and worldly glory. Cool, ain't it? Thanks, Jane!

There are probably other rules that go with this award, but I really must fly for my next Darvocet, so critical thinking activities will have to wait.

Now I have also been honored by one of my new fave bloggers, Phat Mama of Big Ass and Lots of Sass. That girlie has attitude in spades, or cards or something. But she's got a royal flush of sassification! Ms. Mama has bequeathed me with the crown of ALLL Things Awesome -- whoopsie, that's Awe-Summm!!! Cuz it all adds up! To . . . summm-thing. Thanks, Phat Mama!

I am now to list a mere seven things that qualify me for this prestigious honor (besides my innate nobility and stuff). In no particular order, here they are:

1) I gave birth four times. Hey, it was a personal record.
2) I have been married and divorced three times. No, it's not what anybody ever plans or hopes for, but I survived, and that's awesome. Plus, it was another personal record.

There, I'm done. Sorry, two was all I had in me. If I have omitted thanks to anybody else who deserves it, and I really mean this, email me at fragrantliar@yahoo.com and straighten my butt out.

Update on Papasan: Dad has come home and the clot in his arm seems to have broken up. The thinners are working on his blood and he wishes they would work on his belly. Really, thanks for all your kind words for my pop.

As for moi, my neck is a little swollen and numb at the rhizotomy sites, but I'm thinking it's all going the way it's supposed to. If I failed to mention it, Darvs rock. And worthy of note: today is the one-year anniversary of my car accident. Thanks, dude, for running that red light.

Happy fireworks day, y'all!
Thanks to all our soldiers and diplomats and military families who carry on the tradition of keeping America a free country. Stay safe and rock the weekend!
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