My Love Wears A Dress.......

LADIES, the only thing under there is a monster..........( If you do not get the Nessie reference, please, email me., I love the stupid.)


Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, Robden of Solway Firth, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard[1][2]) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism. A cultural icon in Scotland and among the Scottish Diaspora around the world, celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature. In 2009 he was voted by the Scottish public as being the Greatest Scot, through a vote run by Scottish television channel STV.

As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well-known across the world today include A Red, Red Rose; A Man's A Man for A' That; To a Louse; To a Mouse; The Battle of Sherramuir; Tam o' Shanter, and Ae Fond Kiss.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns



Hi, I am Mary Kathleen. I am a member by birth of the clan of McDonald.Not the arches. And not the Campbell clan. Nope the Glencoes. Fuckers got all massacred and shit. Thankfully we are fertile bunch.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glencoe_Massacre

HOLLA!

I am married to a MacBain..AKA McBean. Or Bean. Like Alan Bean. Yeah ...him.
The astronaut. Our Tartan went to to the moon, but before that...It was some weird guys..

Ohhhhhhhh MacBeth.
Crap.

However, I bring you back to this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kzYaIphbzU

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Yeah about that.
You will. Sorry peaches, but you can't deny your father or your name. I have tried. Does not quite work that way.

Point 1- My Name. Rather my maiden name is not all that common. It also happens to be the name of a liberal arts schools that was once an all girls school. Sorry, OUR Vassar Girls are more elite than the schools.

Point 2- My Father. He is quite the enigma. He is worth 30 blog posts. Let me just say this about my parentage. I can set an appropriate table, wear Nana's Pearls while I run cat 5 and phone line AND navigate your sorry ass out of the swamp. There will be a gourmet dinner at camp. We may shop later.Wear appropriate shoes.

The thing is when I was younger I wanted to get as far away from these two as I could. I ran screaming. I screamed so loud and long they told the MR NOT to Marry Me. Dumbass did not listen.

Funny thing is, poor Jules, had she just married the sot, and weathered the storm, her parents would have come around ( HEY THIS IS MY STORY)and there would have been no poisoned drama at the ol crypt. She could have thrown back some vino at Christmas Eve with her mom and compared notes on grandkids.

Our parents are who we are . Who we will becomwe. I look forward to the day that I am my paarents and my inlaws age. They are not slowing down. We keep them young. And we treasure who they are, who they were, who they taught us to be, and who we will become because of them. They color everything about us. We want to be the grandparents they are.

When I was growing up, I had a very immediate family. My Nana lived with us. I had no other really close family. I now have a large extended family. Partly because my hubs has such a large family, partly because THIS IS THE MOST FERTILE FAMILY beyond the Duggars. I kid you not.


I need to close and welcome Mia Gabrielle Meyers. Born Jan 4th. I hear she looks like a Monchichi.

HOT DONUTS and bad service.

I see that I have not posted since New Years Eve. No , I am NOT still hungover, just major busy and that does not look like it will change. However, I managed to sneak in a weekend away AND a day trip.
I'll blog about the weekend later. It was windy and cold but I SCORED at the Liz outlet.

Anyhoo, today was FREE FEE day at some of our National Parks. They do this from time to time and will be doing so again later in the year. It was actually a 3 day thing. From Saturday to Monday but I do have a JOB so we went today.

Now any of you that know any of my family knows that even a trip to Wal-Mart can be migraine inducing and have mommy screaming for the GOOD Vodka. Today was no exception. We had to take a long circuitous route to son # 2's house to get son # 1. Because son #1 has a truck that gets 2 miles to the gallon. Well and it currently has no brakes. Minor details.

Now Mr Red has no sense of direction at all. Which is ok , because my nickname is Magellan. ( look him up, I'll wait.) Sometimes though when you have young adult males giving you directions ,all is not as it seems. Or as they describe it. At least the white church was still there. After obtaining aforementioned son and getting back to civilization we headed for eats. Now I thought since today was all ready not going so well, let's go somewhere we know. Since we were in downtown Charleston, I figured "Tiny Condom's" was a good bet. Please note: that is not the actual name of the pub but since this goes from ok to bad to gross, I will not outright name them.

We park, we get seated, we order. We get our appetizers.

IRISH NACHOS

SHE CRAB DIP.


Then our server just vanished. POOF. Like he never even existed. After getting another nice server ( WOO HOO GARRET!) to bring our food and refill our drinks , I decided to go potty.
Now folks, this is not some dive. This is a really nice pub in the historic district that is not cheap.. I was not expecting the foul level of Dante's Hell that I encountered upon entering the loo. I usually do not complain , but I did find a manager on that one. We won't be back. EVAH.


We did manage to catch the Hot Donut Sign on at Krispy Kreme on the way home though. If you have not ever had a KK right the eff off the conveyor belt and experienced that particular foodgasm, I am so sorry that you lead such a meaningless and pitiful existence. Truly. I was trying to pay my son $100 to ask them if I could bathe in the glaze waterfall. Really, I did. Maybe there is a reason my kids are so odd....
I took pichurs for ya though...