Underwear Power: Activate!

Have ya'll be keeping up to date with the horrific and brutal crackdown in Burma? Do the atrocities committed by the army have your panties in a wad?

If so, now is the time to take action!!

Send your panties (ladies only) to your nearest Burmese embassy.

A movement called Panties for Peace has women in several countries sending their knickers to Burmese embassies in a culturally insulting gesture of protest against the brutal crackdown there.

The group says the country's superstitious generals believe contact with women's underwear saps them of power.

Click here to find an embassy near you.

Baby Gifts for Little Girls

I know you guys are starting to look for unique and well-meaning baby gifts to give me before the arrival of my honeybunches. I already told you to cross the crystal-encrusted Swarvoski pacificer off the list. Can't have my bundle of love choking on those loose crystals.

But here's a lovely idea - baby's very own Hello Kitty GlamGun. Before you get all anti-NRA on me, you should check the product out first. Here's how the website tauts it: The world should note the hand-crocheted shoulder-stock muffler and the anodized titanium plating. Several choices in stock wood are available. With a limited run of only 500, buy now before they're gone! A mere $100 extra includes Glambo's signature wood-burnt into the opposite side of the handguard. A perfect gift for the young lady of the house.
A bargain at only $1072.95!

Holy Crap.. get this.. it comes with a hand-crocheted shoulder-stock muffler. Hand-frigging-crocheted!! Folks, how often can you even find anything hand crocheted nowadays??

Hot damn.

It's Hello Kitty too. What little girl wouldn't kill (oops, sorry) for a Hello Kitty?

The Science Behind A Referral

Who who who who whooooooooooooo are you?

A few of the fun bloggers adopting from throughout the world have coined the term 'forensic blogging' while they were enroute to putting a patent on the referral formula. In their own Grissom and Horatio (I don't know the Lt. Dan NY:CSI character's name) method, they narrowed the process down to researching blogs, dissecting timelines, averaging the speed of light, and there were some other laws of physics involved.

But I really think the formula is this: referrals come after a specific sequence of events occur on a single day. For example, you MUST awaken naturally at 6:21am and en route to work, make only one left turn and your first five stoplights must all be green when you reach them. Yellow lights do not qualify. You can only have three pieces of mail delivered to your mailbox that day (magazines and grocery mailers don't count). You must not encounter a person wearing a pink shirt that day.

Only then will you get your referral.

Do U No How 2 Reed?

Someone going by 'Anonymous' in the I Have Arrived! comment section obviously doesn't know how to read and/or has difficulty understanding things. Check out her comments and you can read my replies.

We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Program...

756 new and unique visitors came to this blog yesterday!! Are you guys frigging crazy?!?! This is better than I could have ever asked for. Talk about word-of-mouth advertising. Hot Digity!!!

First of all, many thanks to the 34 members of both forums for emailing offline yesterday to express your support. That was incredibly kind. I also don't want you to put any more thought or energy into it. After spending 15 minutes (10 to write my blog post and 5 to write a 'thanks for the promo' message), it was out of my head and I was busy with my daily life.

To my daily blogging buddies, you guys rock!! Your inspiration, support, and friendship is heads above all else!

I hope you 756 visitors come back again. Feel free to browse around the blog and leave a comment. If you're new to this site, here's a brief background/bio.

My name is Tasha in this blog but it's really Melissa. I love the name Tasha Kent because it honors the capital city of Uz - Tashkent. So I'm keeping the name. I'm obviously going through the adoption process. I'm 40 years old. I am the creative director for a large international company. I also own three spas throughout North America. I am an artist; currently I have my work on display in Tokyo, Japan and Bilbao, Spain. My passions are cycling and rowing. I have a weakness for anything Peanut Butter & chocolate. I won't think twice about buying my daily Starbucks coffee but will fret for hours over whether or not to fork over the four bucks to buy hydrocortisone cream to soothe the Poison Ivy rash I got over the weekend.

I work on this blog during the little bits of free time I have during the work day. I have a policy to not spend more than 20 minutes on it. However, I will spend more than 20 minutes just visiting everyone else's blog. I get my ideas and inspiration for the postings from this everyday insane world. I am surrounded by funny and creative people so there's never a shortage of material to use. I am in the midst of writing a book about the adoption process. It will be on the comedic side. I'm almost finished with it but more chapters keep popping up on a weekly basis.

Oh yeah, I'm also an ordained minister.

Thanks for visiting and enjoy your stay!

Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief

This waiting period is actually turning out to be more productive than I ever imagined.

Not only have I become an ordained minister (I'm still taking requests for blessings, baptismals, funerals, and weddings) but I'm en route to becoming a bona fide honest-to-god doctor!

I get the best spam mail! Nevermind the ones to enlarge or tightened my privates or get me the best.sex.ever., I'm talking about the ones that are going to get me ahead in the world.

I totally thought long-term grad school was overrated. I pitied the fools who were shelling out a quarter mil memorizing a bunch of esoteric jargon and and trying to live up to the intellegensia hype... I can now join their ranks, minus the crazy hours in the dungeons of a library reading dusty books.

Hell, I could get the exact same degree delivered without even getting up from my couch!

Here's what I got in my mailbox:

Order a PhD.

Your new Diploma! No examinations! No classes! No textbooks! Call to register and receive your qualifications within days! 24 hours a day 7 days a week!

This ain't no Associates Degree or Sally Struther's International Correspondence School shit... nosireebob. This here is a frigging PhD.

So now you'll have to call me Dr. Tasha. Wait.. I underestimated myself, it's The Rev. Dr. Tasha.

I Have Arrived!

Hot dang!

Q: How do you know when you have arrived?
A: When you speak your mind and piss people off

Get this... My previous post hit a nerve with some people and I was kicked out of an exclusive Uzbekistan Adoption Yahoo clique.

Here's the Reader's Digest version: There's a Uzbekistan Adoption Yahoo Group (aka the original, public group) and it's moderated by the owner of an adoption agency. Anyhow, some members of the agency started to get paranoid that they couldn't speak freely because they were being told, as they tell it, a different story than when they signed up with them. In other words, they were pissed off at their agency. So they invited a bunch of PAPs to join them in an exclusive Uzbek Adoption Yahoo group. Oh.. it's by invitation only.

I didn't know about this little gang but was receiving some emails that were rather weird. Mind you, I contacted them first offline because they took their blog private and they had dropped out of the original Yahoo group where they had been active. All so odd. I asked them if they were okay and if everyone was doing well. Because I genuinely cared. Anyhow they ended up fishing via email for tidbits about the law changes, what my agency was telling me, etc. because they were majorly pissed off at their agency. And they were saying (as I later learn after reading their posts)'hey, let's drop hints in the original Yahoo group to see if anyone else is being told these things.' Really, it was a bit on the unethical side, if you ask me. If you know something, announce it. It will help those who are in the process of choosing a country.

When I got wind of this (I got invited to the exclusive gang), I sent a harshly worded 'Shame on You' email. Seriously, you don't fish for information.. just ask outright. Don't be sneaky and pretend you're a good and honest person. So out comes the 'oh sorry' .. which is fine.. but they really didn't grasp the concept that they are tooling with people, other Uzbek PAPs who could have benefitted from this information. (As a disclaimer, I was unaware of any one-visit, two-visit mandate and have always been informed that I'm a one-visitor). Whatevs. So I go on posting about 'Good! People are finally talking about the one-visit vs. two-visit changes and sharing what they know as opposed to vaguely asking 'so... what did you hear?' Just speak up people!

I talk about some of the backlash in the previous post. Didn't name names though. But hey, don't mess with the Tash. I'm a firm believer in freedom of speech.

And now... I've been disinvited.

Take It Like a Man and Wear a Bulletproof Bra

I was taking a break from who-knows-what a few nights ago and turned on the TV. I was channel surfing when I came across Larry King Live and Donald Trump was the guest. Right as I settled into the channel, the combover king himself was telling the suspenders king that when he is attacked, he attacks back - harder. Of course he was talking about his feud with Rosie O'Donnell. It wasn't Mr. Poutyface's fault that he was talking about it. The Frogface man kept asking him about it. I wanted to yell at Larry that the feud was soooo Spring 2007. It's almost Winter. Time to move on. But I just didn't have the heart to yell at him. The guy's gotta be about a hundred years old so he probably didn't remember asking the same question two seconds earlier.

But the whole topic got me thinking and I wondered 'would the Donald attack back harder if his attackers were, well, a bit on the wimpy side?'

Case in point, there's a woman in a forum directing a post to me and then deleting it from the message board but it shows up in the daily digest email. After getting a ton of offline email from people asking me about it, I decided to check it out. So I instant messaged said-woman to ask why she deleted it and she replied (and I quote verbatimly) "I thought it was too bitchy." Well hot dang sweetcakes, you just described yourself perfectly.

And then another chick was boo-hoo'ing that I hadn't kowtowed to some apologies. Hon, how are you ever going to survive in the corporate world if you don't put on a bulletproof bra? I say the same to you as I say to any guy in prison who's about to endure rough times - just bend over, bite real hard into your pillow, and take it like a man. The same can be said about constructive criticism.

I'm not one to pamper people's hindparts with my desiccated lips. It just ain't my style.

And the Donald would approve. He gets me. After all, as he said on Larry King Live the other night, he knows beauty. Yep, the Donald knows Tasha.