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[pariann]

I rode around with my window down too!!! AFTER I spent the afternoon with every door and hatch open on my van cleaning it out.

[Sandy Eggo]

Me too

[pariann]

you cleaned out your van?

[Sandy Eggo]

Got me! I shoulda clarified. I meant that I drove w/my window down.

[me]

Made the best of the warmth today and done some things outside, turned off the furnace, and opened the doors and let some fresh air in..........Now I'm really gettin' spring fever bad........Its time for fires and hot dogs.   

[Sandy Eggo]

So, I was at happy hour last night and it happened to be at an Irish Pub and of course they're preparing for "the big day" coming up. I think somewhere in my lineage is a wee bit of Irish ancestory, but on Saint Patrick's day it really doesn't matter...we're all Irish.

Anyway, the pub wants to make Jamison the traditional St. Patrick's Day drink. I don't know why there has to be an official drink, but I suspect it's part of a promotion. At any rate, the bartender (a right fine lad) poured a small sample in a rocks glass. I'm not normally a wiskey fan, but wow! that was very tasty. I may have to have at least one shot of Jamison on St. Patty's day, but more than likely I'll stick mostly to Guinness and hold the food coloring!

Thirst is a shameless disease so here's to a shameful cure!

[followsthewolf]

If you like bourbon, try a taste of Knob Creek or Maker's Mark.

I think you'll enjoy it.

[Palehorse]

Once I'm done running the tax gauntlet, I'll snap a few pictures of all the flowers we've got poking up through the ground in the various flower beds we created last year. Most of them are going to be a surprise since they were bulbs that we planted too late last year, or bulbs we couldn't identify with any level of certainty.

A friend gave us some "cannon" bulbs, and we hope they come up because they can get rather huge.

Stick with the Guinness lass, it'll not steer yah wrong!    I picked up the habit from a true Irishman, although I confess to having liked it well before I ever met him; but blame the habit shamelessly upon him anyway. (He likes it) 

[me]

I just heard thunder   

[followsthewolf]

Anybody in the house have beans for lunch?

[me]

Anybody in the house have beans for lunch?

Nope and now it's rainin' and the temp has gone up.


Checked again after I posted this and since I checked not long ago the temp has started back down but it is raining.

[Sandy Eggo]

Stick with the Guinness lass, it'll not steer yah wrong!    I picked up the habit from a true Irishman, although I confess to having liked it well before I ever met him; but blame the habit shamelessly upon him anyway. (He likes it) 

Ever notice how the liquid in the glass of that smiley looks like Guinness?

A tall icy mug of Guinness is my favorite way to celebrate St. Patty's. Tonight though I'm Mexican holmes , icy Corona for me.



May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.
May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.

[Palehorse]

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.

But when Irish eyes are crying,
It turns your heart to blackest night.
You can hear the wenches wailing,
And spoling for the fight.
When Irish hearts are angry,
All the world should run away.
When Irish eyes are crying,
They'll kill via the IRA!

[me]

Oh no, you're turning into Dennis Day

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.

But when Irish eyes are crying,
It turns your heart to blackest night.
You can hear the wenches wailing,
And spoling for the fight.
When Irish hearts are angry,
All the world should run away.
When Irish eyes are crying,
They'll kill via the IRA!

[Palehorse]

Oh no, you're turning into Dennis Day

He's fertilizer!