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Are You Living Your Life?

Bold the ones you have done:

01.Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby’s diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill  (i call these wellness days)
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Ridden a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign and construction cones
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Bench pressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records and books and video tapes and DVD’s and personal records (like bank not vinyl)
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers (i do this weekly!)
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye (one of my favorite songs!!)
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Ridden a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. …more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone’s heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Ridden a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Ridden a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. …and gotten 86¢ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dumpyou
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

NAKEDJEN. SUNDAY, 10:10

Morning walk for my continued quest for weight loss.  Thought about GraceD and figured she was probably sweating out every ounce of her tiny self at yoga class where I should have been as well.  The reason this weight loss thing isn't going so well is that my two feet carried me to Emily's.  I may have walked five miles, but I ended up there.  For a carrot walnut muffin.  I sweartogod they put crack in their muffins.  It's the only way I can explain walking out of my way to get one nearly every single day.

Just after posting this I realized that I had posted this to Nakedjen and not to the 10:10 website.  Gah.  I'm obviously quite asleep at the wheel.  I should not be operating heavy machinery or attempting to drive.  I am going to go ahead and cross post this or simulpost this or whatever it is where it was originally intended, but will leave it here, too, because well, like I said I'm asleep at the wheel today.

Happy Sunday everybody!

Dead Dogs Anonymous

I am beginning to think that I am in need of a 12-step program.  Oh no, not the one for people who happen to just disrobe in the most unusual places and take pictures of themselves and then post those pictures on the Internet for everyone including their own mother and father (hi nakedmom) to see.  No, I don't believe that I need a 12-step program for that at all.  That, my dears, is a very healthy addiction.  Exhibitionism on that scale isn't really troublesome at all to my daily life.  I am functioning quite well in society even if I am sometimes naked and am always looking for the next photo opportunity to share with all my fans.  (Ha. As if I have fans.  Well, I like to think I have fans, but I am sure all of that is in my own little head.  And maybe I do need a 12-step program for my own sense of popularity and grandeur, but hey, again, I do not feel that it's really hurting anyone). 

No, what I need a 12-step program for in perhaps the most critical of ways is to get over the loss of my dear dead dog. 

I can not even begin to tell all of you how absolutely broken I am.  Super glue can not hold me together.  That heart of mine?  The one that always beats so strongly and seems to be able to hold enough love not only for me but for nearly everyone else that I know?  It's shattered.  Still.  It is in a thousand jagged broken pieces. 

I keep trying to put it back together.  I feel like I'm doing okay.  I wake up.  I see the sun shining.  I go with DearSweetDave to the cafe and I write and I snark and I even, gasp, laugh.  But then some little thing reminds me that there's this huge fucking empty hole in my heart and I start to sob.  Sobsobsob like a little baby.  Puffy eyes.  Tears.  Broken heart. 

This week it was a simple mention by DearSweetDave that did it.  We were walking to the cafe in the very early morning hours.  Normally when we walk we are both rather comatose and not even up for conversation.  We may utter one or two words in the others direction, but we're both so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other (are you now singing the song from Rudolph's Shiny New Year? Good. Please keep singing along) and not bumping into each other while laden down with backpacks that would make a giant tortoise cringe in horror that we have no room for small talk.  But on this fateful day, DearSweetDave just happened to mention that one of his web design clients had a rather large labrador/shepard/pit bull mix puppy that needed a new home.  The puppy was 7 months and was turning into a bigger dog than she had anticipated.  She had told DearSweetDave about this dog since she knew we had recently lost our amazing Clyde.  DearSweetDave hemmed and hawed but told her he would mention it to me.  Which he did.  While we were walking to the cafe. 

Well, as we all know, I am a dog lover of the first degree.  Dogs are gods.  Plain and simple.  And I got myself all worked up because I couldn't figure out why this puppy would be mentioned to DearSweetDave right now.  And why DearSweetDave would then mention it to me if I wasn't supposed to take action?  Was this the dog Clyde was sending for me?  How was I supposed to know?

So, I started to write the client an email inquiry.  Just to set up a look see so I could meet the dog and see what was what.  But the moment I started typing the email the flood gates opened and I cried and sobbed and wailed and created enough tears for Noah to seriously consider building that next ark and to start gathering the animals two by two.

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN CRYING LIKE THIS, PEOPLE. 

When DearSweetDave came home for lunch that afternoon he found a quite distraught NakedJen crumpled at the kitchen table.  I told him that I had tried to write to the client about the dog, but I had instead spent the morning filling buckets with tears.  I just wasn't ready to even think about another dog.  I just want Clyde back.  Plain and simple.

DearSweetDave agreed.  He asked me to please allow myself time to truly get over this.  Seventeen years of loving and being loved by that extraordinary dog just doesn't become a happy memory overnight.  It's a big gaping hole the size of the Grand Canyon.  It's going to take more than super glue to patch it.  It's going to just take time.

Well fortunately I have all the time in the world these days.  But having all the time in the world these days also means I have few distractions.  Which gives me plenty of opportunities to be reminded that I have no Clyde.  Which is why I think I need a 12-step program.  You know where I can be with people like me.  Others who have lost their dogs and are finding it hard to breathe.  Or function.  Or just get through the fucking day. 

There is a part of me that feels rather foolish about all of this.  My dear friend GraceD lost her dear sweet Wishbone last week and she seems to have pulled herself up by her extra strong boot straps and is carrying on and marching forward with her head held high.  I sit here wallowing about in my own piles of self-pity and remorse and gloom and doom.  I aspire to be more like GraceD.  But perhaps that's why her name is Grace.  And mine is NakedJen.  She is full of grace under pressure.  I am just plain naked and raw to my core.

Hello my name is NakedJen.  It's been 80 days since my dear dog died.  And I'm a fucking mess.

Pictures in Search of a Story!

There is a story to go with all these pictures.  I wrote it once.  And Typepad acted all wonky and made the entire thing crash and burn and disappear.  So it obviously does not want me to share with you the story that goes with all these pictures.  Boo.  However, since I spent TWO HOURS working on the story today, I'm determined to share the pictures.  Since I know that I have absolutely BRILLIANT readers who are also quite creative in their own right (and write), I'm going to leave it to you to tell me the story that these pictures tell.   Come on, everyone, play along!

So, what's the story, morning glory??  I'll give a prize for the person who comes up with the best tale! 

Talk amongst yourselves. 

Naked Tax Day!

As promised on the Ten:Ten blog on Friday morning. on Friday afternoon, I, Nakedjen, delivered our taxes to the postal box naked.  It was Friday, after all.  And given that our tax bill this year was quite literally requiring Dave and I to give the IRS the shirts off our backs, well, it was all rather appropriate to mail them that check sans clothing.

I have said this before in other places, but I will say it again here.  I would not mind paying taxes to our government if I could at least have a voice in how those taxes were spent.  But the truth is that 30% of the money I'm sending to the our government this year will be spent on the War Effort.  A war effort that I do not support.  And before you go and get your knickers in a twist about me not supporting the troops, that's not the case.  I support our troops.  I just do not support the military endeavors in which they are currently being used. 

Dave and I do not pay our taxes all year.  We can do this because we are both self-employed.  Well, actually, these days he's the only one who is employed at all.  But we pay no taxes during the year, preferring to use our money in ways that we see fit rather than having our taxes just deducted blindly from a paycheck.  It's our feeling (and yes, we know this may be naive) that at least by keeping our money in our pockets all year long, we are not contributing any more than necessary to the war effort and we're able to give that money to causes and efforts that we truly care about.  Like schools and libraries and the arts.  We invest it locally.  In programs that matter to us.  And then when April 15 rolls around, well, we write the check.  But not a moment before. 

I will also say this.  Loudly enough so that the Universe hears it.  And it may seem contradictory, but if you read this blog often enough, you also know that I'm often contradictory.  I am grateful, oh so grateful, that we made enough money this year that we actually have to pay taxes.  Because that means we made enough money to be able to afford to live in Santa Cruz.  A place we both consider home and a place we both love dearly.  And it means that while we were both self-employed we managed.  We are blessed.  We really are.  So thank you, Universe, for the jobs and for allowing us to do what we love and continue to live the life we want to live.

Now, you know I can't leave without giving you just a tad more information about where your tax dollars really go and the state of things around the world.  I wouldn't be me if I didn't give you a little something to think about.

Dining with the Duchess of York

This morning, in my email inbox, I received the following message from NakedMom.

Hey Jen – I’d love to win this lunch with Ferggie – Why don’t you come up with the prize winning recipe for me, please?

Subject: Win Lunch with Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York

 

   

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Joanna,   We've pulled a few strings for one lucky winner (and two   friends). Here's your chance to win a trip to New York City and have lunch   with Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York! Entering for a chance to win is easy.   Click the "Enter Contest" button   below to submit your original sandwich recipe using any FRENCH'S®   GourMayo™ Flavored Light Mayonnaise as an ingredient. If your recipe is   judged the best based on originality, taste and ease of preparation, pack   your bags!

 

   

 

See official contest rules for details.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Visit www.frenchsfoods.com to discover some of the Duchess'   favorite GourMayo™ recipes.

People, it is quite obvious that while NakedMom reads my blog, she obviously has a very hard time with reading comprehension.  And I did not get my reading and writing skills, nor my baking and cooking skills from her.  What on earth is she thinking sending me, Nakedjen, the woman who believes that mayonnaise should be banned from the planet, a request for a recipe using the substance?  Clearly she's lost her mind.  I need to go and lock her up. 

However, because she's NakedMom, I actually sent her a recipe to send to these folks.  One that uses eggs.  GAH.  We all know how I feel about eggs. Which is exactly why I feel the way I do about mayonnaise.  Eggs in my book just plain equal ICK.  And that makes mayonnaise a double ick.  Come on, how can anyone possibly look at the white slimey substance and think "Oh yum, please give me more?!?!"  It's disgusting.   Just thinking about it gives me seizues.  Ick.Ick.Ick.

Anyway, without further interruption or icks or blechs, here's the recipe.  For those of you who happen to have eggs and mayonnaise hanging about in your poor refrigerators.  A way to make them useful.  And maybe even tasty, although I can't be promising that as I certainly won't admit that I've ever had this.  But I can bet you nearly a million dollars that I'll get an email shortly from NakedMom that says, "Perfect.  Oh and capers!  That sounds delicious!" 

I'm not kidding.  Just watch and see.

Egg Salad with Capers and Olives Recipe

Ingredients
4 hard-boiled eggs
2 Tbsp minced red onion
2 Tbsp mayonnaise
1 tsp prepared mustard
2 Tbsp minced red bell pepper
2 Tbsp minced pitted kalamata olives
1 Tbsp minced parsley
1 Tbsp capers
Salt and pepper

Instructions
Finely chop the eggs and transfer them to a medium-sized bowl. Add the remaining ingredients, including salt and pepper to taste, and mix well.

You can easily make this egg salad recipe into deviled eggs, for a convenient, portable breakfast item. Simply cut the eggs in half lengthwise, and pop the yolks into a small bowl. Mash the yolks with the remaining ingredients, then stuff this filling back into the "yolk compartment" of the egg whites. Chill in a tightly covered container until serving time.

Yield: 4 servings

 

Random Pictures Of Very Random Things

Making Gail's birthday cake.  This took ALL DAY on Friday.  Goodness.  And required all six eggs.  I don't usually do eggs.  But in this case, I did it just to ensure Gail had the bestest of birthday cakes ever.

The finished cake.  Complete with day-glo daisy flowers.  Because Gail was born in 1972 I thought she needed a truly '70's inspired cake. 

The oh so very lovely Pilar.  I think of her as "my child" though I know she belongs only to herself in so many, many ways.  We've been a team since she was two.  And now, well, she's 14.  And telling me she doesn't like this picture at all and is not quite sure it should be plastered on the Internet!  Too bad, I say.  I'm still older and can put pictures on my blog if I want to.  Especially if I think they're cute enough for publication!

I am blessed this week to be able to play the role of NakedJenMommy to Nakedjen's Nina (as she calls herself, but only to me...since she now calls herself Pilar to the rest of the world).  It's going to be such a fun-filled week.  We've got lots of adventures planned.  And yes, I promise to help her with her homework and make sure that she does, in fact, go to bed at a decent hour.  But tonight...tonight she's going to a gathering of fabulous women for a new moon ceremony.  Because she is, after all, Nakedjen's Nina.  And a beautiful blossoming woman.  And that's what we blossoming women do on Sunday nights in Santa Cruz. 

Clean and Shiny NakedDave

We haven't seen Dave naked in a while.  So this morning, I snapped this picture while he was in the shower doing what a boy does in the shower in the morning before going off to the jobbyjobjob where he toils away to make the dough so we have a lovely roof over our heads here in Santa Cruz.

Three cheers for Dave.  When I pulled back the curtain to take the picture this morning he asked what I was doing and then said, "Oh right, Naked Friday.  Okay.  Just take the picture."

He's so obliging to my blog fans.

In a whole other part of the world, way over in Berlin, Germany, there is an art installation today that is truly a celebration of Naked Friday if I ever saw one.  Actually, I've only seen the picture and I'm quite bummed that not only am I not in NYC today (see the 10:10 blog for that little whine), but I am also not in Berlin participating in what is surely a NakedFriday event if ever there was a NakedFriday event.

If you're reading, and you just so happen to be in Berlin, well, gah, it's too late now to rush over and see the installation as they said it was for only three hours.  But if you're in Berlin and you're reading and you happen to have seen it, what did you think?  Tell me.  Because I would so have loved to have experienced that for myself. 

Gosh, you guys know if I had been in Berlin today, I would have had to strip and just join in.  It is Friday, after all.

It's Not Monopoly Money!

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you know how I feel about Social Security.  And about our current president and his plans for Social Security. 

Moveon.org has some very entertaining flash programs that can help you learn more about the current debate.

Go here to learn more.  Really, it's worth it to at least know what all the fuss is about, don't you think?  I mean this is ultimately "your" money they're playing with.  It's not Monopoly money.  It's yours!

A Post To Keep Wendee Smiling

My friend, Wendee, has let me know that those of us in the blogging community that do not update our blogs on a regular basis, and she means every single day or even, gasp, more often, really frustrate her.  Now, since Wendee is one of my very best friends, I certainly do not want to be the cause of frustration for her.  Lord knows, we certainly have enough frustrated women on her hands as it is.  No need to add one more to the mix when all that frustration can be avoided by me simply taking the time to write a simple entry for my blog.

So here it is.

A simple entry for my blog.

It's Wednesday.  Which means it's been a while.  Wendee, please forgive me for that.  She already knows this, but I will tell the rest of you that DearSweetDave and I have started a new program.  What program is that, you ask?  Well, I'm going to tell you.  Even if you didn't ask.  So if you didn't ask and would rather not know, then just skip the next part.  I can assure you it has nothing to do with elimination or bodily functions (well, not directly), so the squeamish really can keep reading, but again, if you're not interested, please just skip ahead.

Good.  All those who have continued to read this part will now learn that DearSweetDave and I have begun Operation Early Morning Screenplay.  And it is exactly as it sounds.  Which, I can tell you, is quite a difficult undertaking for two night owls like us. 

In order to accomplish Operation Early Morning Screenplay, DearSweetDave and I have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn.  Why on earth we chose the week of the whole spring forward time change to put this plan into practice I will never know.  Oh wait, I do know.  We're masochists.  Pure and simple.  We like to make things as insanely difficult as possible for ourselves. 

So beginning this past Monday, we have been getting up with the sun (we have even been sleeping with the blinds in the bedroom open...and yes, this means that if you're meandering past our house you can just look right into the bedroom and see the Nakeds doing their naked thing) and have been dragging ourselves to LuLu Carpenter's cafe where we have chosen a table near an electrical outlet (if we're lucky enough to score one...it's quite competitive at Lulu's for those electrical outlets...you have to be strong and brave and willing to fight!) and have set up shop with our two little laptops and DearSweetDave writes away on his screenplay and I, well, I just write away. 

Actually, I write about holistic health mostly.  Because it seems given the popularity of the teas and this blog, that folks are finding me and asking me all kinds of holistic health questions.  And advice.  And help for this problem or that problem that has thus far proven unsolvable.  I'm really enjoying helping all these people.  Honestly, this is what I was born to do, I believe.  Help other people.  To get well.  To bring their own lives back into balance.  To find health and well-being.  They're the ones who do all the work, really.  I just offer some guidance and a few kind words and gentle suggestions. 

And while I do that, DearSweetDave works out scenes and dialogue and all that other stuff that goes into screenplays.  We do this together until about 9:30.  And then DearSweetDave packs up his laptop and heads off to the office.  And I usually sit there and continue until I find a good "stopping" point and then I head home. 

Now I act as if that has all been happening for weeks on end.  It's happened for three days, people.  And today?  Today I woke up with DearSweetDave along with the sun.  And because I was also greeted with uterine disasters of the most unfriendly kind, I looked at him and told him I was sorry but I was bailing.  I was going back to bed.  I was acknowledging the pain in my gut and putting knees to chin and wallowing in my own misery.

So he went off to Lulu's alone.  And I stayed here.  In bed.  Wondering how I could create a pain-killer that actually WORKED for the pain we women experience when we've got clots the size of watermelons.  We can make eight different kinds of medications that will keep a man's dick hard for 4 days, but we can't come up with a decent pain-killer for cramps?  Come on now, Pfizer.  Stop with all the erectile dysfunction.  Let's start concentrating on uterine dysfunction.  There are women lined up around the world who will pay you GOLD for that pill.  I know they will.  Why haven't you figured that out yet?  Oh, wait, I know.  Because you're all men.  And you'd rather have hard dicks.

Of course.

Anyway, if you skipped all of the above, here's where you should start reading again.  And I'll just end by saying that I hope if you have a blog that you're updating frequently.  Because Wendee is reading.  And she likes fresh and interesting material.  So go post something for her.

Thanks.