A few weeks ago, I received a custom request through my Etsy shop for a key chain that said simply RUN FUCKER! As you can imagine, this totally made by day. I laughed as I made it, as I polished it, as I packaged it and finally mailed it.
|Run Fucker! key chain. Motivational gift for marathon runners.|
But the joy would continue, for a couple of weeks after THAT, the recipient of this key chain posted a comment on my FYeahJewelry Facebook page:
"Received it yesterday in the mail!! LOVE IT!! My friend yelled this too me as i was running the Shamrock Marathon. It became our catch phrase!!"
Isn't that awesome? Friends who scream RUN FUCKER as you are RUNNING A FUCKING MARATHON are the type of friends I love.
Of course, I don't run marathons. I fucking hate running. Although I gave it a shot for awhile. I even joined a running club (the Flying Irish in Spokane, WA) - mostly because they met at an Irish bar. And because I had a friend who was willing to walk alongside me when my side cramped up. I've run a few 5Ks and I totally love the feeling *after* I run. The post-run glow is fucking awesome. But I've found less painful ways to get that runner's high. So I leave the running to the true running fanatics.
But - speaking of the Flying Irish - St. Patrick's Day is almost here. I don't think the standard "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" is good enough anymore. I think the Irish should own their reputation for intensity and say either "Fuck off, I'm Irish" or "Fuck me, I'm Irish."
|Wild green grass - highly exotic around here!|
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May you be blessed with tons of that famous Irish luck
And if not then at least learn not to give a fuck.
Yep, that's my motto this month. Be a Giver of No Fucks.
|I love that this giver of no fucks is obviously a generous friend! And I'm donating $5 from each sale of this design to the Downtown Women's Center to benefit the homeless in Los Angeles.|