OT: St. Patrick's Day!

[kimberlywrites]

Didja get my pm?

Yup!!! I would never have thought of it myself. Thanks!

 

[Rushia]

Yup!!! I would never have thought of it myself. Thanks!

LOL, someone did answer you. I just wasn't sure why it got shortened. Thought I'd play it safe with a pm. Half of the time I can't remember what IIRC means.

 

[mommyof4]

It is my daughter's 10th b-day today! What happened to my roly-poly baby????

So...today, I woke everybody up at 6:30 so we could all have birthday cake for breakfast, got everybody dressed in green, got those attending school today to school, ran around running crazy last minute errands, came home long enough to book a flight and check out my wardrobe, am running back out to finish my errands, then going to take 2 kiddos to gymnastics which will leave me with 3 hours to fix chicken fried steak for dinner, finish the laundry, finish wrapping gifts, and pack. As soon as that is all done and the kiddos are in bed....I'm getting drunk.

I really am Irish. My family (great grands) immigrated from Ireland to Shamrock, TX. (No lie.)

 

[Mass_Shyster]

Everyone at work keeps asking me why I'm not drunk yet.

I think I should sue.

Are drunken Irishmen protected?

 

[RRevak]

It is my daughter's 10th b-day today! What happened to my roly-poly baby????

So...today, I woke everybody up at 6:30 so we could all have birthday cake for breakfast, got everybody dressed in green, got those attending school today to school, ran around running crazy last minute errands, came home long enough to book a flight and check out my wardrobe, am running back out to finish my errands, then going to take 2 kiddos to gymnastics which will leave me with 3 hours to fix chicken fried steak for dinner, finish the laundry, finish wrapping gifts, and pack. As soon as that is all done and the kiddos are in bed....I'm getting drunk.

I really am Irish. My family (great grands) immigrated from Ireland to Shamrock, TX. (No lie.)

HAHA your day sounds an awful lot like mine LOL
Got myself and fam up at the rear end of dawn this morning...which is HELL on wheels with my 5yr old who is NOT a morning person. Finally got the hubs out the door for work after scrambling around our closet trying desperately to find him something with even the slightest hint of green, got my lil one dressed and had the forever arguement that YES you have to brush your teeth for the upteenth time and NO we cant dye the dog green today. (she actually thought since he didnt have anything green to wear we should just make HIM green, haha kids say the darndest things). Got all 25 cupcakes frosted for the party at her school today, went out to throw feed in the ponies buckets, ran out at lightning speed to make lil one to school in time, came back to finish the laundry that NOBODY in the house seems to know how to do...the hubs included , and in a few get to start one of the seemingly endless research papers that need to be typed up. I then get to go pick up lil one, scramble her and the hubs into the car when he gets home (after running out to feed the ponies again and clean the barn up) drive the hr and 15 min to my parents house for dinner (yes we too are Irish ) and afterwards get to come home, put lil one to bed after scrubbing off the green face paint that I KNOW she will come home covered in and FINALLY get to drink myself silly with the hubs. Dont you just LOVE holidays LOL

 

[BlondiePB]

Go Blondie! DH is at school and then he'll be home for 1/2 hour then go to work. Then I have to go back to work tomorrow. No St. Paddy fun for me.

Ummm....Rushia, you have a half hour for some fun.

 

[RRevak]

Ummm....Rushia, you have a half hour for some fun.

And sometimes those quickies can be the best

 

[TheGeekess]

Everyone at work keeps asking me why I'm not drunk yet.

I think I should sue.

Are drunken Irishmen protected?

We were talking about making green beer this morning.

It may still happen. We close at 4:30.

 

[cyjeff]

And sometimes those quickies can be the best

Quickie? 30 minutes?

I would expect applause, a massage and a defibrillator.

But, seriously...

St. Pat's has a special place in my heart.... and no, it isn't because beer is cheaper...

My grandfather was a true son of mother Ireland. Born in Kilkenny, he emigrated to this fine country through Ellis Island... during a time when "No Mics Need Apply" signs were everywhere.

He made a pair of shoes last three years... and, through hard work, built a life.

He was a merchant marine... and I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories of the people and places that he had seen. His ever present smile and lilting brogue made the world seem like a place full of happy people and glorious adventure. We shared a birthday, and so I was always special to him... a fact I am forever glad of....

He retired to Chicago... and raised his family including my father. He was a man's man and turned his talents to woodworking... a skill very much in demand at that time. All of my earliest toys were carved lovingly by his hand...

He was an Irishman... and damn proud of it. He LIVED, literally, for St. Patrick's day. Back then, Mayor Daley would make the waters run green and everything in the city was festive and alive.

When I was 5, he started to wither from the lung cancer that would finally kill him. He forced himself to make it to one more St. Patrick's Day... and died proudly during the evening.

The Irish are a proud and hearty people. Used to discrimination, poverty, famine and hard work. They will be the first to cuff you for daring to insult but the first hand given to help you back up... along with buying you a beer to help you understand the error of your ways.

If you are going to raise a glass of good Irish Whiskey today (and YES, both must be capitalized as if we are talking about the Father himself), join me in a toast to a man that inspired one of my truest regrets... only, that I didn't get the chance to know him better.

Erin go braugh....

 

[Rushia]

Ummm....Rushia, you have a half hour for some fun.

Nope. The Pipsqueak is here and wake. No fun when 2yo hands are reaching under the door and you hear "Mama, whatchoo doin?"

And sometimes those quickies can be the best

If the older two were home to entertain the little guy, might've chanced it.

 

[RRevak]

quickie? 30 minutes?

I would expect applause, a massage and a defibrillator. :d

but, seriously...

St. Pat's has a special place in my heart.... And no, it isn't because beer is cheaper...

My grandfather was a true son of mother ireland. Born in kilkenny, he emigrated to this fine country through ellis island... During a time when "no mics need apply" signs were everywhere.

He made a pair of shoes last three years... And, through hard work, built a life.

He was a merchant marine... And i remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories of the people and places that he had seen. His ever present smile and lilting brogue made the world seem like a place full of happy people and glorious adventure. We shared a birthday, and so i was always special to him... A fact i am forever glad of....

He retired to chicago... And raised his family including my father. He was a man's man and turned his talents to woodworking... A skill very much in demand at that time. All of my earliest toys were carved lovingly by his hand...

He was an irishman... And damn proud of it. He lived, literally, for st. Patrick's day. Back then, mayor daley would make the waters run green and everything in the city was festive and alive.

When i was 5, he started to wither from the lung cancer that would finally kill him. He forced himself to make it to one more st. Patrick's day... And died proudly during the evening.

The irish are a proud and hearty people. Used to discrimination, poverty, famine and hard work. They will be the first to cuff you for daring to insult but the first hand given to help you back up... Along with buying you a beer to help you understand the error of your ways.

If you are going to raise a glass of good irish whiskey today (and yes, both must be capitalized as if we are talking about the father himself), join me in a toast to a man that inspired one of my truest regrets... Only, that i didn't get the chance to know him better.

Erin go braugh....

*cheers* :d

 

[mommyof4]

Quickie? 30 minutes?

I would expect applause, a massage and a defibrillator.

But, seriously...

St. Pat's has a special place in my heart.... and no, it isn't because beer is cheaper...

My grandfather was a true son of mother Ireland. Born in Kilkenny, he emigrated to this fine country through Ellis Island... during a time when "No Mics Need Apply" signs were everywhere.

He made a pair of shoes last three years... and, through hard work, built a life.

He was a merchant marine... and I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories of the people and places that he had seen. His ever present smile and lilting brogue made the world seem like a place full of happy people and glorious adventure. We shared a birthday, and so I was always special to him... a fact I am forever glad of....

He retired to Chicago... and raised his family including my father. He was a man's man and turned his talents to woodworking... a skill very much in demand at that time. All of my earliest toys were carved lovingly by his hand...

He was an Irishman... and damn proud of it. He LIVED, literally, for St. Patrick's day. Back then, Mayor Daley would make the waters run green and everything in the city was festive and alive.

When I was 5, he started to wither from the lung cancer that would finally kill him. He forced himself to make it to one more St. Patrick's Day... and died proudly during the evening.

The Irish are a proud and hearty people. Used to discrimination, poverty, famine and hard work. They will be the first to cuff you for daring to insult but the first hand given to help you back up... along with buying you a beer to help you understand the error of your ways.

If you are going to raise a glass of good Irish Whiskey today (and YES, both must be capitalized as if we are talking about the Father himself), join me in a toast to a man that inspired one of my truest regrets... only, that I didn't get the chance to know him better.

Erin go braugh....

Your family had better ethics than mine. My great-great uncle, among other various interesting things, robbed stage coaches (sort of, as the ladies were more than willing to hand over their jewels...I even wore one of the pearl necklaces to my wedding),the Union Pacific, and was an owner of a house of ill repute in Oregon, and was shot in the back by a US marshall.

100 bonus points if anyone can figure out who my uncle was.

 

[cyjeff]

If the older two were home to entertain the little guy, might've chanced it.

That is why they invented television.

 

[RRevak]

Nope. The Pipsqueak is here and wake. No fun when 2yo hands are reaching under the door and you hear "Mama, whatchoo doin?"



If the older two were home to entertain the little guy, might've chanced it.

Ooooh, ok that changes everything then LOL. I had the unfortunate once to believe my lil one to still be asleep. So the hubs and I decided to enjoy the time we thought we had...until we hear a knock on the door and my then 3yr old loudly yell for us to "stop jumping on the bed"! Talk about mortification

 

[mommyof4]

Ooooh, ok that changes everything then LOL. I had the unfortunate once to believe my lil one to still be asleep. So the hubs and I decided to enjoy the time we thought we had...until we hear a knock on the door and my then 3yr old loudly yell for us to "stop jumping on the bed"! Talk about mortification

Better than your 3 year old son asking Daddy why he is 'sqooshing' Mommy. We look up and there he is in his little Batman PJ's holding his hog and sucking his thumb. Hubs forgot to lock the dang door!!!

Yep....that was a romantic evening.