50 Weeks to go....

...until Blogfest 2011

sigh

In the meantime, Happy Friday, y'all.

This-n-That Thursday

The Inane:

• I have too many passwords to remember.
• My new favorite expression is "harmless as a sofa."
• I could care less what Chelsea Clinton's wedding costs.
• Shark Week starts Sunday!
• I am also slightly obsessed with House Hunters and House Hunters International on HGTV. I currently would like to move to La Paz, Belize, Panama or Grand Cayman.
• I am way over the craze to put foam all over a nice dish and declare it haute cuisine.
• I am also way over the need for everyone and everything to have a brand. Can't we just be?
• How many Prevention magazines am I going to buy in the grocery checkout line before I just do what they say every time?
• I dream about Joe Scarborough and Willie Geist at least once a week. Maybe I should stop watching so much Morning Joe.
• I did traveling lunges all the way around the dog park yesterday. Ouch.

What about you? Please make me feel like there are other rambling minds out there....

Blisters, Beaux, Babies, Bud's Beach and Birds

Blogfest 2010

I miss everybody.

Tuesday Text: Parentexting™

The one where the Internet went down and my tech was at his father's, the gym, a concert and just about anywhere but here where his mother needed him:

Problem solve, he says.

gah

I may have cried at this point.

So he goes to the gym?

And his mother is still without Internet?

I may have cried again.

And the next day?

When he finally answers his mother's plea for help?

He is on his way to a concert.

It was like a bad dream.

I may have cried again.

Aaaaand. 2 1/2 hours later?

I did it!

He can just go on back to school now.

I've got this.

We are Nineteen

WHERE did you come from baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?

Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?

I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?

I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?

Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?

God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?

Love made itself into bonds and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

From the same box as the cherub's wings.

How did they all just come to be you?

God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?

God thought about you, and so I am here.

George Macdonald

Thank you, Hilary

Be the Fountain

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness,

Making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

~Washington Irving

1783-1859

Gah

Out of Commission over here in MPM Land.

We had quite the storm Wednesday.

Mental P has no Internets.

She is not happy.

But she is reading a lot.

And taking nice walks.

She sends her regards.

She wishes everyone a nice Friday,

and hopes to find someone who can help.

Because Mental P is ludditesque.

And that is so a word.

You cannot refudiate it.