Well, it's official. Looks like I won't have a Valentine again this year.
(Other than my adorable little nugget nephew, who is just sweeter than a box of heart-shaped chocolates!)
Anyhow, not having a Valentine sorta bums me out because I really love putting together little Valentine's Day gift packages.
(Heh, heh. I said "package.")
Sooooo... I guess that's good news for you guys. Because I still really want to put together a little fun goody bag. So I'm going to. And I'm going to send it to one of you!
(Provided you don't live in China or somewhere else that will cost a zillion dollars to ship to.)
All you have to do is comment on this post with a Valentine's Day poem for moi!
Have at it! I'll pick my fave poem on Monday, February 15 and announce the winner here.
(Bonus points if it's hilarious, makes fun of douchey guys I've gone out with -- helloooo, Amnesia Guy! -- or just generally puts a smile on my face.)
xoxo --
Always a Bridesmaid
P.S. In order for this to work, you can't comment anonymously. Well, I mean, you can. But it'll be hard to prove that you were the poem's author. (Which means I may just have to keep the sweet treats all for myself!)
P.P.S. Sorry I had to turn word verifications back on in order for you to post a comment. But I've had it up to heeeeere with spammers leaving comments about porn, Viagra and Russian brides (which I have obvs not been publishing). So, at least for the short term, had to turn the verification back on. (Now, if I only had someone to turn me on!)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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If men are from Mars
And Women are from Venus
A martian man's head
Is still ruled by his penis
--Borrowed from the InterGoogle--
At least we have adorable nephews! Mine brought me early V-day flowers to work today. ;-)
Here's a poem I learned at (warning) church camp...
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
He's not afraid to admit when he's wrong,
One who thinks before he speaks,
When he promises to call, he doesn't wait 6 weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
Won't lose his cool when he's annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who will make love to my mind.
Knows what to say when I ask, "How big is my behind?"
One who'll make love 'til my body's a' itchin.'
He brings me a sandwich, when he goes to the kitchen.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And would never compare me with my best friend.
Thank You in advance and now I'll just wait,
For I know You will send him before it's too late.
Amen"
Girl....you've got 4 dates on Sunday for girls' brunch :) I know we're not men, but let's be honest, sometimes that's not a bad thing :)
xoxox!
Gene Gene made a machine
Joe Joe made it go
Art Art blew a fart and blew the whole damn thing apart.
So, as your loving Blogmom, I am allowed to write something a little corny, and it goes something like this:
A Valentine gift I hope you find,
A Matt Lauer clone who's
the marrying kind.
Funny, caring and really smart,
And most importantly,
Kind of heart.
He's out there waiting
to meet you, too,
This Valentine gift that I wish for you.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, AAB
love you,
blogmom
Long story short. My mom died when i was 13. She was never married and always searching for love. She kept a journal of poems she found and wrote about love. This is one of my favorites.
"Out of my window
Past the pines, standing tall,
I can see wild roses
On the old winding wall.
The flowers are blushed
Like a stain on a stone
As the two cling together
Not the same but not alone.
Each steadies the other,
Those rocks and that vine
Just as some i will find you
and our hands will intertwine."
Since that was kinda depressing i now will leave you with some funny ones remind me of your blog....
"Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn't one occasion where people celebrate you ... Hallmark doesn't make a "congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy" card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?"
"He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress -- you know it's not your style, but it's right there, so you try it on anyway."
Always a Bridesmaid, how I enjoy reading your blog
To learn about your experiences with us men, aka dogs
But keep that chin up, there's great thing ahead
Might as well stay optimistic, without hope, we'd be dead!
As you can tell I'm certainly no poet
Rather, a very shy guy, but at least I know it
Many-a-time I've wanted to leave a comment
However, my courage to do so often came and went
As you come to another Valentine's Day
Hold your head high, for there's no other way
If you feel down, like you've got a raw deal
Remember that you alone can control how you feel
I guess that's enough of my poor poetic skills
As you reach this point, I'm sure you'd had your fill
Just one last thing before I go
I'm happy that I finally decided to tell you hello!
It started all with The Murse
Not the marrying kind
But he gave good purse
In and out they came and went
A hunt for Mr. Right in a sea of gents
There was The Divorcee
Cute and sweet
The timing wasn't right
So you told him to beat
Guys that only text
Annoying and lame
How can one build a relationship with that kind of game?
AAB, the hunt goes on
Kudos to you for sticking to your guns
There's a good one out there, I promise I swear
And the name, Always A Bridesmaid, will be over and done
A poet?
You KNOW it!
Let me show it....
When I see Blogmom,
My heart still beats fast
Her patience with me,
Makes our love last.
Love,
Blogdad
PS Send the "goodie bag" early, so I can give it to her and tell her I shopped all day with only her in mind LOL
I'm new to this site
I love it, alright!
I have something in common with you,
I'm from Cleveland, too!
We Browns fans must really unite!!
Wow, I really suck at this! Hi! I'm Joan! I'm originally from Cleveland and now live in York, PA. I just found your blog and I think it's FANTASTIC! I'm your newest follower!
Hope you find your true love (maybe tomorrow night!!) and can be a "bride" soon!!
Thanks again for the smile...
Wow! You guys are pretty good. :)
I know this is late, but I'd like to put it out in the atmosphere anyway. It was inspired by someone who was not inspired by me. (Sigh.) Way to keep fighting the good fight 27.
The Meaning of Life
Don’t try to plan it.
I mean, try to plan it.
But don’t think for a second
That you are bigger than it,
Because you are a speck.
Meaningless, insignificant
In the grand scheme--
Except for to me.
To me, you are everything.
You are my grand scheme.
To sidle up my meaningless, insignificant self next to yours
Is what I’ve always wanted.
Maybe if we are together—we will be bigger.
We will make something bigger.
We will be love.
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