Ramblings of the Mildly Insane

My sister: Let me have some of your drink.
My nephew: No. (playfully)
My sister: But I’m your mother. I have stretch marks on my stomach because of you. You owe me.

WTF? Sometimes my sister is really funny without even realizing it.

No, not this geek – this geek, who seems to be spending a lot more of her blogging time here.

Happy birthday Chrissie!! And remember, not only are you a year older, you’re also a year wiser. That should take some of the sting out of it.

(Sorry I didn’t call and harass you on the phone. Can’t wait ’til you get down here and I’ll e-mail you in a few. )

Happy Independence Day everyone (in the United States anyway). I hope you eat lots of hot dogs, have lots of fun, and watch lots of fireworks.

And, happy birthday Kim and Crisi. You know how lucky you guys are to have such a cool birthday? (Not many people can say “I’m born on the 4th of July” ya know.)

Wish I were there to help you celebrate, but since I cannot, I’m with you in spirit. Plus, there’s Vegas in November.

That little square in my sidebar has been flashing the “Rent My Blog” logo for a little too long, so I decided to do something about it.

There’s a new blog tenant I believe you’ll enjoy. I did, especially after reading The Heartwarming Story. Yes, there were tears in my eyes.

Off with you now. Go to Mel’s Babbles and enjoy.

Don’t forget to come back though…I’ll get lonely if you don’t.

(P.S. The little box with the screenshot is now located in the side column under the “spreading love.” heading.)

You’ll be glad you did.

Let’s get sidetracked for a minute – why is it that every time I run a Blog Explosion campaign for a new blog tenant, I wind up with a whole bunch of new feeds in my reader? Oh well, back to the Palm Tree Princess.

Entertaining, seriously. But what put her over the top? What finally made be click ‘Accept’ on her bid? She’s an inspiration to women (wanting to lose weight) everywhere.

One day, I will fit into my sexy jeans again. And, I too, will be able to show off my super flat tummy for all of you .

The best way to quit a job. Ever.

(Power to the people!)

I have a new blog tenant – (yes, look over to your right..in the corner, a pretty picture has returned to the box).

This new blog tenant is called Kitchen Fun with Donna and Friends. This blog is yummy…since I’m on a diet, most of what’s written about over there, I cannot have…but it sure is nice to fantasize .

Visit, have fun, drool – and have some Milk Chocolate and Bourbon Truffles for me, please. I want to eat vicariously through you.

That was the first thing our waiter said to me when he arrived at our table.

Whitney Houston? My initial reaction was before or after she was on crack? (Was she on crack when she did The Bodyguard?)

I can’t complain too much because 1) he was a hottie; 2) he was friendly; and 3) he was a good waiter and actually put up with us quite well. (And when I say “us”, I mean me and my inability to properly read a menu and promptly decide on what I want.)

We didn’t go to the other place (there is a God) and Chili’s ended up being our final destination for dinner.

Somehow, wherever we go, we manage to illicit openness from the wait staff. At Bahama Breeze, we had our waiter doing some spasmodic dance that looked like a standing seizure and last night we had our waiter showing us his stab wounds.

Any time all three of us go anywhere together, it’s like we have a gravitational field of comfort around us drawing people in or something. I personally think 80% of that gravitational field has to do with my sister being a hottie, but it can also be how we interact with each other.

It even extends beyond restaurants, too. At Disney World last year we somehow managed to get Mickey Mouse to hand over his gloves so I could help direct the parade. I really don’t think I could have pulled that one off had I been by myself.

It goes to show you that people really do respond well to love and silliness.

For the enquiring minds – though there was speak about “the pictures”, I quickly squashed any plots to embarrass me before they even started.

It’s the day of looooove. Go out and spread some.

Apparently, I have a dinner party back at the place to celebrate my sister’s step mom’s birthday. <sarcasm> oh…yay </sarcasm>

In other news, a very lovely bouquet of flowers arrived on my doorstep – despite my obvious lack of a boyfriend. (I’m not complaining, they smell really good.)

Thank you to whichever stranger thought kindly enough of me to send me some flowers .

Now, I shall leave you all with a loverly love poem to get you feeling all gooshie inside.

Love Not Me For Comely Grace
by Author Unknown

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye nor face;
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for a constant heart:
For these may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.

(10 second translation: love unconditionally.)

Now, one for the folks who mayhap been burned by love.

When I Was One-And-Twenty
by A. E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.