Shout Out To My Store


Let’s take a look around at the different places you can find me online, these days.

I’ll start by gently reminding those who want or need to know, that I’ve changed my twitter handle to @therealkmarrs.  My online cohorts know me as KMarrs.  That handle was taken.  By someone who hasn’t used it in 2 years and rarely used it even then.  So, clearly I’m the REAL KMarrs.  You should chatter with me on twitter.

Facebook linkage can be obtained by clicking “like” over on the right.  Not going to lie, it takes you to my page.  I’m to the point where if I don’t know you in real life, I don’t choose to be facebook friends.  To me, that’s what facebook is about.  But, I have a page.  Sometimes I even use it.

Google+ has a page too but I never freakin’ use it and circles rock so I’ll circle and be allow myself to be circled by anyone over there.  Just search for me as an individual.  OR click on the button to the right.

I’ve joined pintrest.  I have yet to lose an entire day to pintrest.  I think that means I’m winning.  Or losing.  Or simply don’t understand how to properly utilize it.  I’m OK with that.  All of that.  I’ve heard horror stories.  No lie, I made The Band promise never to invite me.  Granted, I then made them break that promise.  They are such enablers!

Speaking of The Band.  Correct, I’m not currently a brain.  Though I haven’t actually stopped doing more than half my official duties.  I stepped back for many reasons, some complicated some simple.  I will be rejoining them.  But in the meantime I’m doing my thing just on a smaller scale.  And planning incredible brilliance that will launch upon my return.  Can’t wait!  In the meantime, you can find some of my band work here.  My favorite being Mimi’s Rap.

Made a funny and posted it on George Takei’s FB wall.  For a minute there, I thought that was going to be how I achieved life list item #22.  Thankfully, or unfortunately, it didn’t go viral.  One of the two.  But I’d prefer to go viral in a way that benefits this blog.

My Tumbler, beautifully named A Metric Fuck Ton of Glitter, is alive and well.  It’s sole purpose in life is to make me smile, but I hear it’s doing that for some others as well.  There is no rhyme or reason to it, so your best bet is to just jump right in and lose yourself.

My store is forever amusing the hell out of me.  My current project is The Sam Store.  I do believe the Sam I Certainly Am shirt is my current favorite product of them all.  Once again, the store is for my amusement since it doesn’t cost anything to design this stuff.  But should you like something, I do make like a dollar off sales.  4 sales gets me one of Wendy’s new guacamole, spicy chicken, club sandwiches.  Guac, bacon, spicy chicken.  It is so good, it’s sinful.

So that is me around the web.  Feel free to seek me out and chatter!


Also made this one into a shirt.


I think this is AWESOME!

My baby is my muse.


So wow, has today been damn busy!

Since noon I have:

  • Picked up paperwork from my meds doctor
  • Gone to my 6wk OBGYN check-up
  • Took that paperwork to work and showed off Sammy to people who still hadn’t seen her
  • Gone grocery shopping
  • Made a friend at the grocery store*
  • I had two phone interviews for 2 different jobs
  • I fed all 3 kids.  By myself.  Thank you very much.
  • I got all 3 kids into bed
  • I designed 2 more shirts for my store.  One for girls big and small.  And a BPD one for adults.
  • Got up to date on an overly OCD chart I’m making where I’m tracking Sammy’s sleeping and eating habits hoping to work them into patterns and a schedule.
  • I’m working hard on building a mental health community for myself on twitter.  As in, I just followed over 200 people who are in the community as advocates, sufferers, therapist, etc.Oh, and I’m not done.  Just for now.

I’m ready to fall over where I sit right now I’m so tired.  BUT damn do I feel accomplished!

*Seriously!  We kept running into each other.  She fussed over my baby, they both share a name.  My Sammy shares a birthday with her 1-year-old, she has an 8-year-old boy who would be perfect for Thomas and then an 11-year-old daughter.  After I bumped into her the 4th time, while not following any real path up and down aisles, I decided it was meant to be and gave her my phone number. So unlike me!  But, I could use a few more girl friends and our kids can play together.  So why not?  Pat, btw, thinks I’m crazy.


Ok. Top left hand column. Obvious ad/widget for my store. And wait. What’s that? Donate buttons? Let’s discuss.


Honestly, while yes I make some profit off it… If you buy a baby onesies, I make enough profit to buy 2 taco bell hard tacos. I won’t be making a fortune off that store. If anything at all. It exists to amuse me. That’s it.

Want to buy something? Kick-ass! But I’m not worried about it. I’ve had so much fun the past few days coming up with sayings to put on onesies that make reference to eating babies, that I don’t need to actually sell any of it for it to make my day.

I am kinda hoping to sell some of the actual blog products. Not for the income, but for the advertising. I want to increase traffic. Not because oh look higher stats and more $$$ for me. Because, I don’t make anything off hits. No paid ads. But simply because every time someone comes to this blog, they stand a chance of walking away with actual knowledge about BPD. While so much of this content is about my day to day, the basic set-up of the whole site is to make it easy for people to find the actual important stuff. The stuff that gives real knowledge about this mental illness. Wear a shirt and I get a click or two? There the knowledge goes off this site and into the real world. THAT is my goal. The baby shit is just for me to giggle over.

My stats from MANY sources do show me time and time again that people who happen upon this blog, do actually click around the important posts, not just the random crap.

Erm, I should point out that I’m looking to have a custom made graphic designed for me/us that I can put on things with a linkie dink so there will be pretty options not just random words.  But that’s in the future.  Not sure how far off.

Donate Buttons

I did address this in the column, but I’ll reenforce it here.  It’s a 50/50 split.  Half of anything donated will go to hope hotline or some other charity that deals with support for BPD, depression, etc.  And yes.  Some of it goes to supporting my family.  I spend hours on this site.  I tell my family, “Just let me finish this post.”  I go out there and spread the word.  Twitter.  Commenting on other blogs so it links back here.  Reading up on SEO.  Giving advice to my readers who need it.  Doing research for my readers who need it.  Making connections so I can add important links.  I. Work. Hard. At. This.  It is, in effect, my second job.  AND I LOVE IT!  I REALLY, REALLY DO!  I do it to help others and myself.  But, that said, there is actual work and I won’t feel guilty for making it an option to occasionally get paid for that work.  It’s not like anyone has to donate.  There is no set minimum.  I’ll never beg.  I’ll never hound.  I won’t even bring it up often, if at all, after this.  The buttons will just be there.  And if someone clicks and follows through, awesome.  If not… well, it doesn’t cost me anything for it to sit there.

PS. I really wish I could afford to buy 1 of everything in my store.  I didn’t make it if I wouldn’t wear it or dress my baby in it.  This is my favorite for me.  Customize to be black w/ white writing.  (You can do that, btw.  You don’t HAVE to go with my colors.)   And no, I can’t pick 1 favorite from the baby/kid’s stuff.  Too many too choose.


Welcome to my store!

No really.  I made a store! Because I wanted to advertise my desire to eat my baby.  But then I decided to advertise something else as well while there…