Mary Poppins...

So, I rented Mary Poppins the other night and watched it before going to bed. It was kinda nostalgic and I even lied on my stomach with my legs and feet up and hands under my chin watching, laughing, (even humming the songs...I didn't want to appear uncool in front of the dog, being an Older adult now).

Stupid, but I remember liking the imagination the movie gave me. I wished that every picture I would place on the floor and jump on/in I could be like Mary Poppins and her friends. I even sang the song in my head if I had to take medicine as a child,(maybe my mom helped even singing..."A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, medicine go down..") but it never tasted better :o((! And I have to say that I was unable to clean my room with the snap of my fingers...No matter how hard I tried.

Well, I went to sleep happy and content singing (in my head)

"Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Even though the sound of it
Is something quite atrocious
If you say it loud enough
You'll always sound precocious

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

Maybe I should say that when someone at work is killing me! 'o)

digging for ??? And girls night...

Okay, so I know all I've been blogging about is my dog, but since it's just been him and I he's pretty interesting to watch. So I gave him a treat, and he likes to sit on the edge of the bed and munch on it. But today, he went to the pillows and started to mock dig to "hide" his treat from me so I wouldn't touch it. It was quite funny. Than he started barking at either the pillow or his treat to tell it to not move. I loved it.




So, of course I thought it funny to get the camera and take some pictures and he poked his head out to see what I was up to! This was the look!

What are you gonna do! There just so damn cute. I can hear my friends and family saying that I need to get a life or something in reference to my patheticness (did that make sense?)


So Sunday night some of the girls came over to have some dinner, wine, dessert (yummyyy) and get some hair and makeup stuff together for the wedding.

First, we got kinda gourmet and had some artichoke that my mom taught me to make (soo easyyy, there's hope for me yet), Caesar salad, home made bruschetta (I'm still eating it by the way ana), garlic french bread with melted mozzarella cheese, white and red wine which didn't go the way we intended it to.

Than we took a break from eating...you know so we could enjoy dessert. So, we decided it was time to do some hair and makeup on me. Ana took to getting my hair straight...see picture below.



Aren't I crazy for putting this up?






Than I took one later on that evening so you could see the hair straight and the magic that ana's hands have in them!



Normally, I have crazy curly hair that sometimes has things in them. During this straightening of the hair ana found the white hair? Holy crap, I've never had one before. NOOOOOOO> so of course we took a picture of that on Denise's shirt so all could see. My first white hair.

Do you see it? D's finger is pointing right at it? It's short so ana said maybe its from wedding planning...(right...)

Well, I have bored all of you to death but I'll write later.

love love...and for dessert we had vanilla ice cream, pastry shells filled with vanilla pudding, creamy whip cream and fresh strawberries along with strawberry sponge cake served with creamy whip cream and fresh strawberries. And yes, we ate it all! Oink Oink

Thanks to the girls for dedicating their time and tummies for a fun night.

Da rambler

We're sad and looking for one of our "pack".

So Matt went off to Rhode Island for work. siggghhhh. Me and the dog are pretty sad, cause we haven't been without him over 4 years (for me, 1 year for Mookie). So not only am I looking outside for Matt, so is his doggie "son". Daddy is his alpha male.

I'm such a baby. I actually cried all the way home after dropping him off at the airport. I realized how much I do enjoy him being at home. Even if he is always scolding me for a messy house. (yes mom, he like you is always on my butt for turning off lights, folding my clothes..etc..)

Well, here's to the next couple of weeks without him.

The Rambler and her sad looking doggie!

a Day of Rest

Again, I try and I try to spend my days off doing something productive but yet my head stays stuck in a pillow with massive amounts of drool coming out of my mouth onto the bed. It's now about 3 pm and I'm just trying to get my crap together.

A happy Dog!

So, I have to blog about this great treat for your dog. If you have one and it's "crazy" like mine, this treat can guarantee you anywhere from 20 minutes to a couple of hours of "quiet" time. Prior to me giving this treat called "the Flossie", I had just come home from work (with nothing too dramatic), and he was doing marathon sprints around our home, up and down the hallway, around the couch several times, and for fun he thought why not jump in and out of the bathtub a zillion times. (That won't wake the neighbors downstairs!).

Coming home from work is supposed to be winding down time, and with a dog that's so excited to see you and needs to show you how much of a tough dog he is, it can be unpleasant sometimes. I give him one of these things (not all the time, cause I don't always have them), and he goes off to wherever he wants to have no one disturb him. Matt and I joke he becomes like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. The flossie is like Gollums obsession for the ring. Sometimes, when he's really into it, he is on his back and the flossie is between his paws and he's gnawing on it that way! (dogs, so funny)

Well, I'm sure some of you don't want to read about a dog all night, so I'll end this here. Mookie parked himself outside on the lanai in the dark. I can hear him chewing.

Peace and Quiet,

RAmbler

P.S. Maid of Honor talked me down from eating a Milky Way bar today. She told me I could eat a little of it, but after talking I felt better and put the candy bar down and walked away....THANK YOU ANA!

Thief?

Today at work, I and my staff were called thieves by a woman, her husband and their 7 year old daughter. This is how my days starts.

First table of the day. They eat, pay their bill and leave. Busboy finds a wallet on table. No problem, guests leave things all the time. Even their own children which happened 3 nights ago. Busboy runs after them but can't find them on the street, comes back up and gives the wallet to the server to give to the manager. Before that happens the guest come back in! The bartender smiles and walks over and tells them they left a kids wallet on the table. 5 minutes later with the father having spread his kids money on the bar table he is yelling at me that there was more money in there and wanted to know what I did with it?

Excuse me? You left YOUR wallet here, I didn't steal it, as I think of a calm way to speak to him.

"Sir, we just found your wallet, and the busboy ran after you as soon as he found it, but couldn't find you on the street."

"Well, tell me where half her money is?" he sternly responds.

"I don't know what your implying but my staff this morning are some of my most trusted staff!" I say professionally and with confidence.

His wife pipes in...

"That's pretty sad that you have a bunch of thieves working here and you consider them your most trusted staff!"

It was kinda like a car crash. You want to look away, but you can't and everything seems to happen in slow motion.

"I'm sorry you feel that way ma'am but anyone could have gone to your wallet before we even got to the table to clean it, I'm not sure what you want me to do?"

" I want you to give me my money back!" she retorts. I almost see horns poking through her bleached blonde hair.

"How do I know what money was in there to begin with?" I ask her.

"Are you calling us liars?" she hisses now. Time to get the bigger guns of the restaurant, my assistant general manager.

We go through the same thing with my AGM as they did with me, and they got the same type of actions from him as me.

"How many busboys do you have working right now?" she practically spits in his face.

"One, ma'am." he says nicely.

"Than it's obvious who took it than isn't it?" I could not believe she said that.

The AGM and I started pulling apart the booth that they were sitting in and the parents sarcastically say to each other

"Right, our daughters money is going to fall out and be under your booth!"

My boss turned to her and told her we were just trying to help them find her daughters "missing" money. With that they started to walk out but not without telling a lady at another table to hold on to her purse tight, because we were a bunch of thieves!

And how was your day?

WHY?

I work in a restaurant as those of you who know me know. And we are in the heart of Waikiki and I get to meet the most interesting people. Some nice, some not so nice and some I'm not quite sure what category to put them in, oh yeah and there's the your stupid and obnoxious category.

Today was one of those stupid and obnoxious category days. I was working the retail shop register today (cause of course one of my staff members did not show up!) and this one man kept saying our rivals name in regards to >>>

"Too bad, you don't give a military discount like {rival}?"

Almost hoping by saying that I will give it to him. So, because he wasn't specific, I say to him,

"We do give a military discount in our restaurant for dining!"

Big smile by me. Think of gleaming teeth if you can. Usually the normal ones stop there.

The man kept up.

"No, I mean for your t-shirts, like {rival}" Did you have to say their name again?

"Oh, sorry, but hey these $5.00 t-shirts your getting is still a really good deal considering their usually $24.00, betcha {rival} doesn't have that?" says me, with the smile becoming less gleaming! Now, I've gone and said their name.

"I guess your right, but weird that {rival} does both and you guys don't!"

I did everything I could not to throw the shirts at him and call him a cheap f--ker. He pays for his items totaling $15.21 (with an original price of $75.00). My chipper personality had disappeared by then and he tried to reconcile by making small talk about them just coming to the islands. I smile back and say

"How nice"

As he and his family are about to leave, he sends his daughter back in for a job application and jokes about getting a employee discount. Those five dollar shirts would be like two dollars he exclaims. I didn't have anymore energy to fight and say that our discount doesn't work on these insanely low priced t-shirts. I just smiled and got his daughter an application and as they walked out the front doors, he told her, loudly so I could hear,

"Cool, you could work here OR {rival}!"

AAAAAAAAAA!

People!

Da Rambler

One thing down....10 million more to go

Today was wedding dress shopping day!

First I woke up, got out of bed (and mind you not one drop of grouchy), showered, (the least that I could do) and met up with my maid of honor, Ana. We started with coffee to get us going, sat and chatted and mapped out the day's events.

I proudly showed her (more like she checked it while I was getting coffee) the bridal binder which had been filled out, ideas about the wedding inserted, to do stuff crossed off and complete. We were going to go and feed her bosses cat cause she was house sitting, but decided since the first shop was near us, we'd head there.

About 1 1/2 hour later or more, we found THE dress. Called mom for seal of approval and arranged to pick her up after work for the OK stamp. Even bridesmaids dresses were found, which was great! The list of to-do's is getting shorter.

We ate lunch, more like inhaled the sushi and ice cream for dessert. (yikes ladies, don't worry!) and had decided before lunch to check out this floral shop we both heard of....Well after such a tiring meal, we opted for a nap back at her place in the most comfortable bed I have ever been in. When people want optimal napping/sleeping time, go to her house. I drooled once my head it the pillow.

So, naptime over, we speed over to pick up mom and down to the dress shop to meet up with my sister and good friend. I love the seamstress lady, she's so nice and actually laughed at my stupid jokes. (not everyone does, so it was nice to be appreciated.) Put the dress on and mom's loved it. 50% down and the day was done.

So, big load off my mind!

Military style working out for me being created by maid of honor lies ahead.

Hope my cousin fares well with her dress tomorrow! Good luck Leigh!

Happily ever after,

Rambler

Crap spam comments????

So, I just started getting "spam" comments from anonymous bloggers for ads. Commercials per say for music, cheesecake, parenting???? What's that about. So, I have made it not available for anonymous commenters for a moment to hopefully stop it. Anyone else have this problem?

Diets suck but they work!

So, since I announced my wedding in December, I took drastic measures and had a big talk with myself. Time to put the crap stuff down and start eating healthy stuff. I can't tell you how many times I have started, stopped, restarted, restopped. But for some reason my wedding has become a huge motivation to lose these totally unwanted pounds and get back to some normalcy for my body. (it's been a couple of years but I can do it)

Anyway, the good news is that it's been 2 1/2 weeks and I have lost 10 pounds (give or take a few) and I'm not letting up yet. I have actually reintroduced my body to vegetables/fruits and water on a daily basis rather than a monthly thing. I haven't started exercising yet, but that's coming in
September when work slows down. (cause that's enough exercise in itself).

My only indulgence is on Starbucks Mocha Frappacino and Maple Oat Nut Scone (or Blueberry) every day. I have "replaced" it as one of my meals. And it keeps me from bingeing on chocolate which has been a favorite eating bad daily habit of mine. I know if I knocked it off I could help myself better but I figured it's what keeps me from going over the edge.

Well, here's to a skinnier Rambler for her wedding. Man it would be nice to not be called "fluffy" (as my best friend says to say instead of fat).

love love y'all!

slacker

Today, this title signifies my abilities of yesterday. I think in everyone's life (many times over for some) you have a day where you just can't get your crap straight. Your normally the go to person, but today you have become the NOT to go person. It's almost like watching a train wreck, cause you can see yourself but you can't stop yourself. Or rather start yourself.

Yesterday, I hit my bottoming out level of energy and when I got to work, all I could do was move extremely slow in order to do what was needed to be done correctly. But, I feel that this type of behavior is allowed quarterly. (Monthly might be excessive and you could get the Slacker title permanently).

Well, that's all my slacker motivating self can muster up for a post today so you all enjoy your day.

Da Slacka (Rambla)

Difficult people

I know I just blogged about taking things slower and maybe things will be clearer to you as to the actions of others....but today was just not one of those days.

I'm generally a nice person. (so I've been told, but than again...) I go out of my way to make sure others are comfortable, enjoying themselves and relaxed. I don't ask for the world but a simple thank you would be nice! What's sad is that it doesn't amaze me anymore. It shocks me more when someone goes out of their way to say those words that seem non-existence in some's vocabulary.

The bad words were working in overtime tonight in my head. All the while keeping a smile on my face so as to not alarm the staff that I wanted to take one of their heads off or a guest who was so cheap I wondered why they didn't just go to McDonald's which seemed more in their financial budget.

Well, here's to two days off....gotta enjoy them while I can.

sorry for the nastiness...

Grumpy Rambler

Slow it down

In today's times, people are always on the go, in a hurry to get to this appointment, get to that appointment. No one really has the time to be behind the slow person or help the slow person or be tolerant of the slow person.

I was at Starbucks the other morning for my daily mocha frappucino and maple oat nut scone and happened to be behind a man that was a little slow.

I started thinking in my head when the man asked for juice slowly and opened his two hands full of pennies that I must be on candid cameras. (Hello, why get juice in a coffee shop dude! I have my money ready, how about I go first and than you can go?)

My first thought was he was a bum that found some money and wanted something to drink. I started to get antsy because we (the rest of us in line) all figured he probably did not have enough money and he didn't know where he was or what size drink he wanted. I shifted my feet for a second and looked at the employee helping him. Poor starbucks man, wonder how he'll handle this one. Starbucks man was so nice and joked with the "bum" in a friendly way and said

"let's count these and see if you have enough so we can get you some juice."

The "bum" who had a slur went for his pocket and got our a wallet. I realized than that he wasn't a bum but some poor guy that probably had a stroke or something and was just trying to live life like the rest of us. He pulled out cash instead and gave the nice starbucks man the right amount, got his juice and went on his way. I felt real stupid for judging so quickly and thought how nice the employee was not to treat this man any differently because he was taking his time.

The message here folks is to slow it down and when you do you might actually see things a little more clearly. (I hear that song 'I can see clearly now the rain has gone...' or something like that)

Okay deep enough for me tonight. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.

Da Rambla!

I think I can I think I can

So, I just realized I used my moms title of her blog in mine. Helllloooo Selena, be somewhat original!

Work is killing me. Everyone is asking me if I have things layed out for the wedding yet and that is a big fat NO. I seem to be working more now that my life seems to know it's important for me to start the serious planning process.

I guess I should use this time now to do that but damn, I'm tired and I just got the female's favorite monthly friend! GGGRRRRRR. That got me thinking about if on my wedding day, please if there is a heaven above, grace me with the absence of my friend during that week.

Tired, exhausted, pooped out

Rambler

So much to do, so little time

I did it to myself. But by God, I will get it done!

Matt and I decided to get married in less than 5 months. You can plan a wedding in that amount of time without killing yourself. (Or anyone trying to help you Right?)

Since we decided on the date, I've been dieting like no other. Damn proud of myself. One week and a half and I've lost six pounds. Aunty, on the boat with you. We can keep track together. I've been on this tuna fish sandwich, carrots, grapes, salad, yogurt, lots of water kick. Are you to tell me that if you actually watch what you shovel into your mouth makes a difference? (hehehe)

Everyday, Matt gets better at saying the word wedding, and says it more frequently. The first week after he decided that we should get married this Christmas, anytime I brought up anything pertaining to white, marriage, money (that one was tough), rentals, food, bridesmaids, groomsmen.....he totally freaked. I don't mean like run and never talk to me again freak. He likes low key, non stress, low budget kind of events. (did I mention, he'd really prefer not to be sweating.) So all this planning, which I enjoy since at my restaurant that's all I do, has gotten him worked up. The funny-sad part about it is that I have barely told him everything. Most of my ideas have bounced off my mother, sister, best friend, or cousin. The serious gotta ask him questions are handled gently and carefully, leaving him feeling that he didn't just get his teeth pulled out.

So, this weekend is the bridal expo and the bridal crew (along with the 2 grooms, they were told beer is offered. Hope to god it is!) are checking it out and making a list. More to come than.

So, all this while working 6 days a week at work, than doing part time billing for a doctor, trying to read the new Harry Potter book (come on!), cleaning the house, making sure the dog is taken care of, I am trying to plan the wedding.

Night Night folks.

Holy engagement rings batman!

Below are 3 couple who have become engaged with 7 days from each other!

Kalani and Rachel engaged July 3, 2005 (supposed to be July 4th but according to Rachel, Kalani was scared he might lose it and decided to pass the losing part on to his FIANCEE!) kidding Kalani! They haven't exactly told me the story of their engagment. But Rachel mentioned July 4th, was their 2 year anniversary of being together.

Next is myself and Matt
July 9th, 2005.

I had come home from a long work day. He was acting a little funny, but what else was new? After one attempt of coming into the living room, standing behind me with me looking back asking him several times what was wrong with him? Are you trying to buy beer? Why are you acting weird? Sit down and watch TV with me! Why are you leaving?

5 minutes later after downing a big gulp of his beer in the bedroom he came out and asked me to shut the TV off so he could ask me something....ding ding ding. BIG GULP (from me and him),trying to keep the tears to a minimum (from me and a little from him), he got down on one knee and proposed.

"Oh my god, are you serious? Holy crap, Yes" Not exactly romantic words but them what they were.

Now moving on to my "sister", I mean cousin...

July 10, 2005. Leigh and Didoboy.

After a long day at an amusement park of worrying of a possible lost ring, not talking to people, older cousin Kalani wondering why Didoboy hadn't done it yet on the rides like he said he was going to do, making it back to Grandparent's house and finding the ring where he had left it the day before, he pulled the slightly-worried-wondering what she did-I didn't mean to say that- Leigh in the bedroom, got down on one knee and...She stopped him with I have to change Kaha's diaper. While she probably pooped her own pants figuring what was happening, she finished and went back to the poor man on his knee and than....Grandma walked in. Leigh got down on her knees with Didoboy so Grandma wouldn't figure out what was happening yet. After some chit chat Grandma left and Didoboy FINALLY proposed!

These two culprits are what started it. (From the bottom of my heart, thank you, seriously and I'm sure that's from all of us!) Brian and Kahea! They got married June 4, 2005. Their next venture is their child being born in December! Congrats. My cousin Rachel (at the top) sent us cards saying

"whatever they put in the food at the wedding, it worked!"

Sure did!

And that folks is all she wrote.

Now it's just a race to the alters guys!

A very happy engaged bride to be...along with my other bride to be's

oh my god!

As you can see by the picture, my significant other has lost the bet with Kalani and Didoboy! (joking) I just wanted to share with everyone Matt's and my exciting news that we are engaged! I'm too excited to try to be witty and funny so I'll leave you all to write later.

Love Love,

The newly engaged Rambler

P.S. Aunty I would have called you but it was late and I know your sick. If you read this, call me! love love

Little Reminders

Okay, first of all this is not my normal haha, funny, sarcastic PMS kind of post. It's a little sentimental and about my dad.

My dad passed away over 12 years ago from lung cancer and I struggle with the fact that he is not in my life anymore. Somedays, I "forget" he's not here and other days, it's extremely difficult. I don't talk much about the pain of his absence just because I absolutely hate crying in front of anyone except significant other (and even that is tough). Funny, me coming from a mother who's super sensitive characteristics was passed on to her three daughters.

Anyway, in these 12 years since his death, certain things will pop up to remind me of a time with him, or just about him. Sometimes I like to think it's his sutle way of letting me know he's still with me and keeping an eye on things from above. When I'm driving to work, dreading it, I always see this company truck that has his name in their logo. It always puts a smile on my face. He smoked a lot and I always had that smell of his cigarettes in my throat, and every once in a while at home by myself, I get that smell. Little things like that.

A couple of days ago at the movies, I was behind a family with three daughters. The mother and two youngest went to get seats while the oldest stayed with her dad to help with snacks. I watched them and tears started to form as the father put his arm around her and kissed her and laughed about whatever they were talking about. And I realized I really missed those kinds of moments with him. I put the sunglasses on and thankfully for my lack of holding it in, they moved to a new line that opened up. The tears and sadness lasted for but a moment, when I thought hey, I wasn't even thinking of him, and I'm having a really rough week at work, and here is a reminder of my dad letting me everything is going to be OK. I smiled and thanked him silently and ordered my popcorn and soda and went on with the rest of my day.

Thanks for reading today's' blog if you made it this far.

By the way, my mom had done a kick ass job being two parents for me and the sisters for longer than 12 years! Nobody better could have done a better job!

Pet Peeves when going to the movies

Tonight significant other and I went to watch a movie. I should have known it was not going to be my usual pleasant movie going experience from the moment I stood in line to get the tickets.

I should start off by first saying I wasn't feeling well. So,I was notmentally or physically in the "right" state.

Here are some of my rules when going to the movies. (in story form of course)

1. As we stood in line, we were told to wait by the ticket seller, while some lady had a problem with changing the time for the show she bought. There were 2 other open tellers and their just staring at me, but never said "We can help you!" Hello, I obviously want to watch a movie, not stand here in line waiting for someone to figure out what time show they want to go to....BEFORE YOU STAND IN LINE, DECIDE WHAT MOVIE YOU WANT. WHEN YOUR READY, GO AHEAD, HAVE YOUR MONEY READY, DON'T ASK THE TICKET SELLER QUESTIONS ABOUT WHICH MOVIE TO WATCH. SHE DOESN'T CARE!

2. Get in the theater and AAAAA, not so busy so we find seats were no one was in front of us, or the back. As the movie starts a family sits in front of us and the back. Darn, but oh well. The first preview starts and we realize the front seat mother is one of those loud talkers and she begins to annoy me. She talks through all the previews and I start to squirm in my seat, (because I am still feeling sick and again, she's annoying me). As the credits begin to start for the show her goddamn cell phone rings (several times, cause apparently she thinks other people keep their phone on). She fricking answered it and talked for like 2 minutes. I kinda slammed by bag in the seat next to me and her husband realized maybe his wife was annoying. Didn't stop her. I waited a moment and told myself if she was still talking by the time the movie people started talking, she was going to get my voice in her ear to not be so rude. That didn't happen. She was so lucky. (empty threat folks) DON'T BE RUDE, TURN YOUR PHONE OFF, OR AT LEAST LEARN ENGLISH SO YOU CAN READ THE SIGNS THAT SAY TURN OFF YOUR PHONE FOR THE CONVIENCE OF OTHERS.

3. 10 minutes into the movie. The same damn family decides maybe their hungry. A bunch of What do you want, etc...before the loud mother sends her three kids off to the snack bar. They come back and passing around, and saying that's mine, and whatever else a family needs to settle in. GET YOUR SNACKS BEFORE YOU COME IN PEOPLE! IF NOT, DON'T MAKE LIKE FIREWORKS WHEN YOU INTERRUPT OTHERS WATCHING THE MOVIE WHEN YOU COME BACK TO YOUR SEAT.

4. I settle down, and before you know it the lady behind me has her phone ringing in her bag. This had got to be a joke! She says something than hands the phone to her kid. Come fricking on you guys! I listen for a moment as the kids gives his uncle a play by play of the movie so far, before Matt looks back at the mom and she tells them to get off the phone. REVERT BACK TO RULE #2.

5. When someone sits in front of you, DON'T PUT YOUR FRICKING FEET/KNEES ON THE BACK OF THEIR CHAIR. THEY DO FEEL IT! DON'T PUT YOUR FEET UP ON THE CHAIR UNLESS SOMEONE IS 2 SEATS AWAY. NO ONE WANT'S TO SMELL YOUR STINKY SHOES.

Maybe it was just me, but I felt like it was candid camera and someone was going to see how much I could tolerate.

GGGrowllll....

I hate stupid people. They annoy me.

RAMlber

how much are you worth and crazy dancing...

I was searching the internet tonight and came across this website www.humanforsale.com. You enter in all this information about your life and it tells you how much in american dollars you are worth if for sale. It's interesting. I'm worth a million dollars after entering all my information.

Anyway, it bases some of its questions on educational background, IQ, height, weight, color of hair and eyes. I thought some of you's who reads my blog might check it out. You are allowed to leave some answers blank if you don't know it. And at the end before you uncheck the box for some jury for you newsletter, pick your member name and password first than submit survey. Hope all of you let me know how much your worth!

OK, than I found this guys website www.dailydancer.com and he's a computer dork that made his blog by dancing where ever he is. Click here for video He does this stupidly funny dance in his living room to Whip It by devo and you guys have to check it out. You won't be sorry. If I know most of you, you will laugh your a-s off! I did!

A most satisfied Rambler