Friday, March 16, 2012

Happy St Patrick's Day

Ok, I didn't decorate.  Mostly because I'll be cookin'.  Kind of like Thanksgiving, I don't feel the need to decorate because I spend time in the kitchen making dinner, which probably makes more sense in my head than it does on paper.
The crock pot will be bubbling with corned beef & cabbage & taters tomorrow, and Irish Soda Bread will be nibbled throughout the day.  I made Apple Amber this week, which is like a chunky apple sauce pie with meringue on top... it's gone though. 
Soon enough this creeper will start its plans of lawn domination but for the moment, here's a four leaf clover for you (you don't see it?  I'm sure there's one in there somewhere...)



In the spirit of things Irish and beer - here's something a twitter friend of mine (thank you Kevin!) shared and I love it so much that I'm posting it here... it's a fun Irish Drinking Song sounding song that's not really a drinking song because you'd never remember the words if you were drunk.  You might remember to clap, but I'm fairly certain you wouldn't be able to pronounce a few of these words after your second Guinness.  Regardless, it's fun... did I say that already? 


St. Patrick's will also mark my official transition from coffee to tea.  I'm not going cold turkey or anything crazy like that, coffee will just be more occasional and less every day... enough to make me lament it.  I'm not sure if it's the Fibromyalgia or what but I'm so sensitive now, I feel dehydrated when I drink coffee.  
This year will also be the first St Pat's since I turned 21 when I will not have had beer as my current meds don't allow it or I could end up all Heath Ledger... and I know I don't sleep much but I do like breathing while I sleep, so no beer for me.

I made this for the shop this year, which is good because I did nothing for St. Patrick's in the shop last year - see?  Progress!  It's Honey Ale scented honey soap and it's Celtic and pretty to reflect a little of my heritage.


 Alright chickens, get your Paddy on and have a beer for me!  Be safe on your pub crawls and remember - if you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough.  If you're not Irish, you can pretend tomorrow - I won't tell.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

I Support The BB2G Auction

I'm very pleased to announce my support for Band Back Together:


Band Back Together is a fantastic site where people can come together and share their stories in a judgement free place.  People support each other through any number of issues like Addiction, Loss, Infertility, Abuse, Cancer, Divorce, Grief and the list goes on.  It's a free zone, where people talk, post their stories, and find resources and support.  We need to support more places like this!  Items will be posted for auction March 26.

Band Back Together is having an auction to raise money for server costs and Not For Profit filing fees - to that end I am donating a Blueberry Jam Bar Aloe Vera Soap, 4 ounces of Whipped Shea Butter and Coconut Oil, a Coffee Cocoa Skinny Stick Lip Balm and a cotton washcloth from Yeung Moxey


For more information you can visit http://bandbacktogether.com/ or you can follow them on twitter @bandback2gether

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Teaching The Art of Geekery: Take 2 - Star Wars

Brendan is five and being trained in the arts of geekery.  After the Star Trek conversation - I should have known this was coming.

Bren:  Did you have Star Wars 1 when you were a kid?
Me:  No. Thank God (I mutter under my breath).
Bren:  What?
Me:  Nothing.  We had 4, 5 & 6
Bren:  4, 5, 6?
Me:  Yes, just 4, 5, 6.   1, 2 & 3 came out later.
Bren (glares at me): 4, 5, 6, 1, 2, 3?
Me:  Unbelievably, yes.
Bren:  Who did that?
Me:  Mr. Lucas.
Bren:  Who’s that?
Me:  It’s not important.
Bren:  Luke Skywalker is Anakin’s dad, is he?
Me:  No Yoda, Anakin is Luke’s dad.
Bren:  4, 5, 6, 1, 2, 3. Right?
Me:  For Star Wars, yes.  He wrote a really long story and then decided to tell the end first.  So he released 4, 5, & 6.
Bren:  I counted in preschool.
Me:  M-hm.
Bren:  Is he old?
Me:  Sort of, he's kinda like Grandpa.
Bren (puzzled):  He’s not very good at counting.
Me:  Ha!  No.  Well, he’s really good at counting money.
Bren:  Does he have a lot of money?
Me:  Yep.
Bren:  Like a thousand, thousand dollars?
Me:  Probably, maybe more.
Bren:  That’s a lot. (long pause)  He could probably pay somebody to teach him counting.
Me:  Truer words were never spoken.