There might be something to this whole karma thing

Remember when I said I wasn't going to write a lot about "in progress" boy activities for fear of screwing things up?

Well, I think it might be working.

(Don't get too excited just yet, peeps. But at least I'm having dates! Three in as many weeks, in fact.)

In the meantime, I just have to tell you how glad I am that I picked Ryan as the winner for the Valentine poem contest. He seems like such a sweet guy. (Insert collective blog reader "Awwwww!" here.) I hope he gets his belated Valentine's Day package soon!

(BTW, have you ever bought presents for a stranger? It's sooooo not easy!)

Happy Hump Day, peeps! :)

A Valentine heart on

Thanks to all of you who responded to my last post with Valentine's Day poems for me. I loved them all!

(Even the inappropriate voicemail message from blogdad -- which he felt would be too inappropriate to post on the blog -- involving the words "woody" and "goodies." Oy.)

Anyhow, I did say I'd pick one person to send a little package to. And while it wasn't easy, I think my favorite was (drumroll, please)... Ryan!

(I just thought it was cute that he has wanted to comment a number of times before, but never got the guts to do it til this time around. Obvs, bribing you guys to comment works.)

So, Ryan, email me (cleve27dresses@yahoo.com) your mailing address and expect a little surprise in the mail from yours truly.

And thanks to everyone else for their great poems! Loved 'em all. (And you all for posting them.)

How was your V-Day?

Won't you be my Blog-entine?

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!)

Valen-puke's Day

Is it really starting already? Do I really have to put up with 11 more days of friggin' "He went to Jared!" commercials?

Ugh.

Christmas alone? I can take it. You're surrounding by family and close friends, and there's always so much going on that you don't necessarily notice you're without a little jolly elf of your own. (Who you don't have to buy a present for when you're single, by the way.)

Solo bday? Not so bad. (At least, it wasn't so bad when I was younger and my friends and I would go out and get crazy. Nowadays things are a bit more tame. But I digress.) In reality, being single on your birthday isn't all that horrible. You still get cards, well wishes and gifts from the ones who really love you the most.

But being a lonely Valentine? Barf. It's the one day of the year that you are reminded (incessantly, I might add) of how ALONE you are. I don't need the jewelry commercials to remind me that ain't no one putting a diamond on my finger any time soon. I don't need the email notifications urging me to order a Vermont Teddy Bear for my sweetheart. And I certainly don't need all of the effing retail store signs reminding me at every turn that if I had a Valentine, I should be buying him something right that second.

In one of our early email exchanges, TMGB once referred to Valentine's Day as S.A.D. -- Singles Awareness Day. Sounds about right to me.

I am painfully aware. And single.