{rant}

So my heart thinks it is in love (or something that may possibly resemble it) and wants to sing and float on sugary clouds of pink and blue cotton~candy....and why shouldn't it?
...because it knows nothing!!!! My heart is a blind fool. True love is more than just feelings and the wise know that. True love is founded on knowing a person and wanting to be with them. It is weighing the good with the bad and being endeared to that person despite their imperfections - not overlooking them or being blind to them.
Well my heart is like the draught desert to a spring monsoon, barren and thirsty to drink up as much as it can.
So why can't a woman of sound mind, reasonable intelligence, and "women's intuition" not seem to get control of her hearts filtering pulses despite the fact she knows better? It is a very disturbing place to be; a tug-of-war of the body. And I do feel stretched thin emotionally (though I don't look it). I still have my pleasant and plump face with my Cheshire grin.
So where is Abby or Ruth when you need them? Where is the knight in shining armour to ride gallantly up on his noble stead and sweep me off my feet? I many not be Cinderella but I am most certainly not the stepsister either. I am Elaine: funny, witty, quirky, smart, beautiful and charming.
So in closing I would like to add the comments from yesterdays blog that my dear friend Gil wrote for me. My own little poem.

Without a hoot,
Yet demure as on owl,
As she counts out loot,
She is on the prowl.

While she goes through the motions,
Of being a teller,
Forget other notions:
She'll deposit a feller!

Not a 20 or 10,
No small denomination,
Only the choicest among men,
For matrimonialization.

Handsome and tall, Godly and just,
A leader of all, Yet kind and robust.
Jodi does seek, And Jodi shall find,
A man as meek,As Jesus was kind.


Thank you so much Gil for that poetic prayer.