If I were a Fairy Princess

I like to read fairy tales.

Don't judge.

I also like classics, sci-fi, mystery, thrillers, etc.  I like to read.  (Not so much drama or romance, though.  ugh)

A recurring plot in fairy tales is one that includes a lost or in-hiding fairy princess that is being raised by good, human parents in a modern world, and she has no idea what her real identity is and blah, blah, blah.

What I want to know is, do authors really imagine that said fairy princess who has been raised speaking our current dialect is going to inexplicably begin speaking in a dialect from the Middle Ages when she arrives in her fairy home after finding out her true identity?

I mean, really. . .

If I were a lost fairy princess (shut up--maybe I am.  YOU'LL never know!) that has found my way "home," I'm not gonna say, "Oh, Father, how I have long wished for this day!"  Or, "Oh, dear.  Sweet sister, dost thou know what hast occurred?"  I'd probably say, "Hey, Dad (assuming that I've accepted the king as my parental figure along with my new-found place in the Land of Faerie), I'm glad you found me!"  Or, "Woah, woah, WOAH!  _____ (insert abbreviation of fairy sister's funky name here b/c I probably wouldn't be able to pronounce it correctly), what the heck just happened?"

Hmmm.

Sweet patrons, I thank you all for your kind interest in my . . .

Oh forget it.

Thanks for reading!

:)

TWO Stinking CUTE!!

I hope this makes you giggle like it did me!

Happy St. Patty's Day!

I love Irish Blessings!

May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.

If God send you down a stony path, may He give you strong shoes.

May the light of Heaven shine on your grave.

Champagne to our real friends, and real pain to our sham friends.

May you be half an hour in Heaven before the devil knows you're dead.

May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.  May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.  May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.

A great Irish prayer:

Grant me a sense of humor, Lord,
The saving grace to see a joke,
To win some happiness from life,
And pass in on to other folks.

A couple of Irish curses:

May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.


May you melt off the earth like snow off the ditch.


How about some Irish proverbs:


A lock is better than suspicion.


Be neither intimate nor distant with the clergy.


Both your friend and your enemy think you will never die.


If you want to be criticized, marry.


You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.


When the drink is inside, the sense is outside.


A funny quote:


Sigmund Freud said, "This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever."


Happy St. Patrick's day!

Monday. . . AGAIN!

Bucky Katt

Monday. Phhhhht!

That's just WRONG!

Ok, so Saturday I was doing my laundry.  It's been a while.  It's not my favorite task.

As I was picking up a pile (about the 4th) of clothing from my closet floor, I looked down, and what do I see?

This.

Um.  What?

Yes, that's a snake.  A dead snake.  A small snake, but a snake none-the-less.  EWWWWWWW!

I think my cat got it.

I think it's a good thing it was already dead.

I think I should do laundry more often.

I think I should move.