From my email inbox:
Congratulations on your recent ascendancy to “paid writer!” You do have the gift.
I love you so very much. I somehow feel a bit tongue tied, word bound, whatever… Just know how much I admire & am proud of you.
XOXO
Your “buttons-a-popping”
Dad
(from a swelled chest ‘o pride in you, NOT adipose excess)
It is now official: I have the nicest father on the planet.
By “paid writer” he refers to my new gig as blogger for the hip and trendy Babble. I’ll be a regular contributor to “Stroller Derby” and my first post is there today so come on over and check it out.
And while I don’t think I’m particularly hip or trendy (& Karrie will probably quit CrankMama in protest), at least I now have an(other) outlet for my potty-mouth.
For more about Babble, read here.
redsy.wordpress.com 
Heh! I actually kind of like Babble so far. Shhhh!
Congratulations!
Your dad kicks ass. I’m going to cry that email was so cool.
Congrats on the Babble gig! I just signed up so that I can stalk you. Heh.
Good for you!
Congrats on the gig!
Congratulations, CM!