Thank You!

 So here it is, Sunday. Today is the last day of my entries as "Muse of the Week." 

I would be a total liar if I didn't admit that seeing one's mug at the top of a website like Skirt!'s gives a gal a little thrill. It appeals to that approval seeking five-year old that lives within all but the most perfect of us. I look back on the past week, and with the exception of my ranting about Tiger Woods, I can feel mildly proud of what I wrote. I forget what television show it was that I used to watch, but at the end of this particular show, the production company identification would pop up on the screen and a very childlike voice would say "I MADE THIS!" Well, that's how I feel right now. A week's worth of entries that I would have no problem laying claim to. Much of it is personal. Some of it is embarrassing. All of it is honest in regards to the way I feel or think. . .at least in the moment I was writing it was. You know how fast my emotions and thought processes change. (Processes? Proceeeeees? Ha ha ha.)

Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for the opportunity to entertain you for a week. It's been a lot of fun and it has been rather nice seeing that I am not alone in some of my neuroses. . .not that I wish any of that upon any of you ladies, but the fact that I heard a lot of "me too" really helps in that it makes a person feel less. . .freakish.

So, before I begin the rest of my Sunday chores (sorely wishing that I was part of some strict religion where the "day of rest" was brutally enforced) I wanted to scribble out a few more messages to you:

Thank you, so much, for those who made comments; especially regarding the blog about my brother. I am always, always conflicted when he is the subject matter of any given item. I don't want to whore him out. I don't want to use his memory as "go to" material when the wells of creativity run dry. On the other hand, I want to share everything about him with everyone in the world. I don't want anyone to forget him. I don't want anyone to forget that the lady next to you at the grocery store may be in the throes of feeling something like this. I feel compelled to write about him, his life, his death and how I feel about it because I know that I am not the only person who struggles with losing someone. I know that MOST of us have felt and are still feeling the pain of someone missing from our lives. . .someone for whom we would give up everything we own in this life just to spend five more minutes with. . .I know you are out there and I know that you're going to feel a spectrum of emotions and I want YOU to know that you are not alone.

Thank you for laughing WITH me, instead of at me. (That is what you're doing. Right? RIGHT?)

Thank you for writing what you write, on your own blogs. Because in reading a lot of what so many of you write, you help the rest of us more than you know. Even if it's just a laugh! (I laughed myself stupid on Ginger's blog about hair. OMG. I feel ya, sister. As someone of Greek heritage, I've had more waxing, lasers, zapping, rippings, twinings, sugarings than you can possibly imagine. Ahhh. What we go through to not be furry. . .)

And thank you, to everyone who works so hard to keep this site and the print-edition running. Without it, I'd be bored and left to wander the Internet, looking at sites like TMZ.com. . .hoping that yet another actress with self-esteem issues has sacrificed herself and done something stupid in order for me to feel better about myself. Ha. Ha. Ha.

xoxox