Happy Thursday as Kristabella would say. That’s because we Canucks already did our Thanksgiving last month. For you feasting freaks this month, I hope you have a holiday surrounded by loved ones, and lots of help cleaning up after the embarrassingly huge meal.

I’m grateful that I can make a living doing what I love. I’m grateful that there are still people reading my drivel. And some of the people who wandered in from wherever have even contacted me for a reading. Double bonus. The only way it would be better was if they also commented.

Those ads? The big honking ones over there? They pay my hosting fees and a little bit. With the other little bit, I bought me some new headers, because everybody knows that I totally suck at PhotoShop.

I have a Christmas header that I can’t wait to bust out, but it will have to wait until Dec 1. Followed in January by my new winter header. Try to contain yourselves.

I feel a bit bleagh today. The Psychic Power Network informed me that today would be wicked busy on the phones, but I haven’t had a single call yet. Now I’m wondering if all my repeat clients call me from work. Well, I know some of them do, but on their cell phones. Work which they would not be at on Thanksgiving.

I’m thinking the busy part might be from people who are wicked lonely on a holiday, wishing a certain someone was thinking of them. They call me to ask about these things. They hang up rather abruptly if the answer isn’t what they want to hear. I hate that. So rude. I’m grateful for the money, though.

That’s it. Go get stuffed.

I mean that in the best possible, food-related way.

We are celebrating on this day of resurrection, an Easter(n) Miracle that Ree suggested in my comments on the demise of my machine. My monitor was bad. Never mind that I am squinting at a 15″ CRT monitor now. It just feels so good that I have all of my data. And hoo, boy! Did I have a time remembering passwords for various essential sites while trying to navigate on Ass Burger Boy’s keyboard-challenged laptop. From when he took it apart? They’re all written down now. All the hard restarts from trying to get it to work wreaked havoc on my system, and I have a lot of uninstalling and reinstalling to do. Don’t want to have to do a reformat, because there is always something I forget to back up when I do that. Those of you who barely can find the on button of your computer, ignore this. It will hurt your brain.

To celebrate, and stay in keeping with the theme is this bit of creativity that I made with my younger brother and sister out of papier mache about 25 years ago. Yes, that is most likely the last creative moment I had. Maybe. Anyway, Kelly tagged me for a creative meme, which was to produce something creative, and this is all I have actual evidence of. It’s supposed to be the Easter Bunny. Stop snickering. It has personality. Which is what the vet receptionist said about Handsome Henry.

My liddle sister treasured it, and kept it unharmed, lo, all these years. I’m glad she did, because even though two of her boys are older, Bonkers is the right age to love him some bunny that isn’t in a stew.

Peep of the Week is taking me a bit longer than usual, and I have elected to highlight some wicked good comments tomorrow.

Now you will see me returning to begging for votes and stumbles because that big honking ad is finally up, and I get paid for traffic to the site. I’m trying to insert links unobtrusively to my older posts that maybe ten people got to see, when I started blogging in November. Some of them aren’t half bad, and I have been using them as guest posts on other sites because I’m tricky like that. Yesterday, when I could barely type, Kailani of Island Life featured an oldie. She seems to be enjoying herself in Tahoe!

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