My Beloved Sis is Now a Wife

My sister got married on Saturday and it was the very best Friday through Saturday (or the wee hours of Sunday morning) of my life.  I love my sister and I love her now husband.  It got me to thinking that when I get married (no date in mind, no hurry in mind, no man in mind) I will want to follow in her footsteps.

Not in marrying a Texan (although the Texas crowd certainly adds something to a reception that cannot be taken away) and not marrying a film guy (although I am DEFINITELY not opposed), but marrying the right man and making the wedding and reception a huge bomb diggity party.

Now there were a few in whom I felt partied a little too hardy, and took the class out of things, which made me think as well: don't invite those people to the wedding!  Don't get me wrong, there were no classless acts seen at the wedding but rather a of couple side comments made and some hanging out that occurred after the classy nuptials that made me think "I enjoy a beer (don't tell my mother), or a margarita, but I don't enjoy the tool next to me who has enjoyed 7".

But back to the wedding, my sister was looking (and is) so completely gorgeous my (now) brother-in-law looked (and is in a very brotherly way) so handsome (as were some of the groomsmen some in a brotherly way some in a very groomsmen-ee way) and it was such a celebration of such a good thing.  I usually am not one to get emotional or teary at happy things (kick a puppy in front of me and I will sob for hours) but this got me emotional and teary as I don't know if I have ever been so happy for someone, or had so much excitement for something as I am for my sister and for her marriage.

I love weddings, I love my sister, I love her husband.  I also love getting all dolled up and think I should do it more often.

I am also thinking that silly phrase at the bottom is lame, even if I am the only person reading this, and I am only reading this as I write it... so... Peace, Love, Flowers

-Lisi-

PS this is what I got when I google imaged "excited funny" careful though there are some DUH-HURTY (dirty) people out there who post inappropriate images.

Ross

Today I had the day off.  I ventured into Ross to buy some cheap artwork for my office (yes I am that classy to have "Ross Dress for Less" artwork on my walls at work) and my theory of many years again did not cease to be true; "what is that theory?" the zero people reading this may ask?  It is as follows

T1:  Between time x when one enters a "Ross Dress for Less" clothing store and time y when one exits the establishment one or more of the following will occur:
        -A child will have a temper tantrum whom is above the standard age to be
        considered a social normalise of tantrum.
        -A mother will ignore her crying baby and continue to be a consumer of great
        savings.
        -One will become incarcerated in a row of clothing by persons and their shopping
        carts on either entrance of said row.

Upon many years of field research I have found this theory to be sound.  Today the 1st and 2nd occurrence took place, the 3rd not happening largely due to my refusal to walk down a row of clothing.

What does this prove?  That Ross is as annoying as hell, and one should only enter when they have an ample amount of patience available to them.  Luckily I went in prepared and had a "flirting with your eyes" moment before entering which put me in an extra generous mood.

Welp until another set of useless and unnecessary thoughts pass through, keep on keepin' on!

PS Think about it

I Forgot, this is Fun, and this post is about Facebook

So I forgot to mention in the previous post what spurred me on to start this little brainial flow that's taking place.  I was on Facebook and naturally I was FB stalking when I realized I was FB stalking a.) people I could not stand and b.) people I could not stand who I wasn't even friends with on FB.

What compels a person to look up the person they don't want to read anything about?  The person that when they walk in a room people accuse you of murdering them with your eyes, the people who make you feel real awkward and then you get angry at them for making you feel awkward.  I don't want to see their stupid status updates just like they don't want to see mine, and yet here I am on their page, looking.  FREAKING FACEBOOK!!  I also find other peoples' status' annoying, especially when they are trying to be cute or funny when in reality that is exactly what I am trying to do with my own FB status'.  BUT I digress.

SO as I am on this annoying persons page, I notice they have a blog and click on it!  WHAT THE FREAK IS WRONG WITH ME?  I get enraged reading about them on FB and noticing their status updates every 3 minutes.  Yet now I am reading about their dog Sugar and husband Leon and their music video recommendations (which if I may be so bold as to suggest Rock Mafia "Big Big Bang".  Music video is crap but the song itself will blow you mind).

After navigating away from their page (after spending far to long reading "older posts") I was going to put something about annoying FB things in my FB status but thought "I wouldn't want everyone to read that".  So I put it on this blog which I really don't think anyone will ever read because how will they ever know to look for it, ya know?

SO That is how I came here writing incoherent messages, bc I wanted to write about annoying things on FB, and then just other things that pass through my mind.  Well that's about it... WAIT except for a piece of advice:
                *Ladies if you add the guy you are into on FB and notice there are only girls
                  who have written on his wall, that is a problem.  Don't waste your time
                  because those girls are you.  They added him as a friend(like you) and are
                  trying to do the casual "write on his FB wall thing".  Trust, me drop his ass,
                  and drop it fast!
                *Fellows if this is you, quit trying to be a pimp and pick one already.

Welp until another set of useless and unnecessary thoughts pass through, keep on keepin' on!

-Lisi-

PS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5etLRgwXmh0

The Start of Something Very New, and Very Weird

Most mornings or afternoons, or really any significant amount of time when I am in a bathroom and there is a mirror present (as if there are many mirrors without bathrooms; that is one thing I hope never to find. A mirror less bathroom) I find myself performing a monologue of sorts.  "About what?" the zero people reading this may ask.  About some way I would interact with some person at some point in life.  Most of the time it involves a person who at some point during life has slighted me in someway, and then in the 3 minute and 27 second monologue (which if seen by any other person besides my own reflection, would bring tears to even the burliest of men by the superb acting skills exhibited) I verbally kick their ass.  Or it might be a random fellow I interacted with (again within reality, not the realms of fiction within my own head) and within my theatrical brilliance will say something witty and genius yet flirty and fun naturally causing the eligible bachelor to fall in love with me.

 Again the zero people reading this may be asking "and the point of the above paragraph of ramblings?" and I shall answer with two points

1.) The before mentioned paragraph (mentioned by the zero readers of course!) is in the same nature of what this blog is going to be, the weird stuff that passes through my brain that I happen to be thinking about and that makes me laugh.

2.) What the hell? Zero people reading this, have you not looked at the title or heading, none of what you would ever read is going to make any sense or tie in with anything.

I thought about just telling stories from work, but I think there is some breech of confidentiality in that, so maybe I will tell stories and change names to Leon and Latisha.  Sounds like a plan to me.

Welp until another set of useless and unnecessary thoughts pass through, keep on keepin' on!

-Lisi-

PS How do we feel about having that always being my sign off?  I think I like it... it is just weird enough