Thursday, March 31, 2011
#121 and #122 (oops)
Yesterday, aka #121, aka Wednesday, the movers showed up and packed up most of my house. I was tired and just forgot to blog. Oops! So here it is. Oh, andd P.S., for some reason my blog is not registering my 'enter' button. Sorry about that. So, #121. The movers got here at 8AM, which was perfect because the girls and I left for PWOC at about 10 after 8. We had an awesome traditional Seder meal. It turned out really well! A, our programs lady, didd such an amazing job. And the Jewish lady that came and really led the meal with the blessings and her personal experiences was wonderful. It really was an awesome PWOC morning. For me, there was very little 'bible study' because I didn't go to my small group. But it was still good. The movers finished for the day around 4. I went to the library and got us some books and movies (since all of ours are boxed up!). We also have 'loaner' pots, pans, plates, cups. So we aren't living in a bare house. The guys that were packing us up were super nice. I made cookies for PWOC, and gave the movers some. They made my day when I overheard them telling one another how good the cookies were! Moving Day One was pretty great! And now, #122. This morning, I really wanted to punch J in the face when he woke me up! I was/am just too tired. I blame it on the moving process, even though I really am not doing anything! This morning, I took P and K to their friend's house. We all goot to hang out and play, it was nice. We had planned on going tto the Wildpark but the weather didn't look so friendly, so a day inside was in order. After a great time at her house, I dropped the kiddos at home with j, who had stayed home to be with the movers as they finished up. I went to the thrift store to consign my double stroller and one pack-n-play. I want a smaller stroller when we get to the states, if I buy one at all! The big news of today: We were offered a home on post at Campbell. They emailed us and said it will be ready the week we get there. Now we have to look in to it and decide if we want to take it... Part of me really wants to, just so I know I have a house! But I also don't want to live in a horrible house for 3 years. Been there, done that! I will keep you updated, don't worry!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
#120
The movers come tomorrow. I am totally not freaking out about it. I just wish it was already done. Tonight J and I finally did the things we had to wait to do. Pack our bags. Sort things in to Unaccompanied baggages and Household Goods ((HHG in army talk). All that fun stuff. So I am exhausted. I also make no bake cookies tonight. I promised a friend I would bring some dessert to PWOC tomorrow morning. I, of course, completely forgot about that until this afternoon. Because I didn't have enough to do today! But it was a (mostly) good day. Play group followed by fun park time followed by a short naptime followed by the craziness of premoving. Good times.
Monday, March 28, 2011
#119
So, I am back... Didn't give up on blogging. Possibly because I need to complain tonight. I have a horrible headache. Still. I just want to curl up in to a ball and be left alone for about a week. Since that is not a possibility, I am just going about my normal life. And just a little FYI, it annoys me to no end when people suggest I take a Motrin. Really?! Taking a Motrin for my headache is like using a BB gun on an Elephant. Not very effective. It's kind of like eating candy, but I don't get the satisfying candy-ness. I have had a headache since I was 11. Not exaggerating. When I was 11, I got my first headache. My first migraine. And it just never went away. Every morning, I wake up with a headache, and I go to sleep with one. Some days, it is a dull ache. Some days, it is a 'I want to chop my own head off, or gouge my eyes out, or SOMETHING' pain. It lessens, and worsens, and lessens. But never goes away. That's not normal-that is what the nice doctors tell me. The not so nice doctors think I am faking or hoping to score some drugs. I have had MRIs and CTs and EEGs and EKGs and so many other alphabet tests. And I am still a mystery. 12-ish years later. I have tried a mouth guard, glasses, anti-depressants, blood pressure meds, anti-seizure meds, nose sprays. You name it, I have tried it. Still have head issues. I have seen numerous GPs and PAs and Neuro guys. No one could tell me a thing. It is really annoying. Because I always have a headache. I work around it. I deal with the nausea. I close my eyes and grit my teeth when I want to pass out or vomit or cry. I do not get a break. I don't go to the clinic for every owie, mainly because I feel like I have tried everything. So yeah, it kind of annoys me when other people complain about having a headache. Really? Your head hurts? Sucks. So, yeah. I have a headache.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
#118
In the last 118 days, I have not had anything profound to write about. I have not been funny, or serious, or thought provoking, or inspirational. I have not displayed even the tiniest bit of writing talent. In the last 118 days, this blog has been a joke. Which would explain why I have such a hard time getting on this stupid computer every night and posting something. So what do I do? I can keep writing this, well lets call it a journal. I could write about my day and all the mundane things that happen to me. I can get off my lazy ass and start writing something that I really want to write. Because how many stories do I have floating around in my head? What would it hurt to write, or try to write, a few of them? Or, I can just quit. This option is really seeming to be my favorite at this moment.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
#117
Today I did not earn my title of Best Mother. Today I did not put in to practice anything that I have been working on. I was not calm, I was not understanding, I was not patient.
I was not loving.
My beautiful daughters were not treated how they should have been treated. No, they were not mistreated. They were not abused. But they were neglected. They were not given the attention or guidance or cuddles that they absolutely deserved.
I have a headache. The kind that makes me want to vomit when I blink. I am hurting. Nothing new, I have experienced this for the past 12 years. But today, I really got to see how it effects my daughters. And I didn't like that.
P and K are goofy and independent and confident and smart and caring and so many wonderful things. Today, I really did not show them how amazing they are. Which sucks. They won't remember this. Tomorrow they will wake up with their amazing resilience. They will give me Good Morning kisses and ask for their milk.
But I will remember.
Hopefully, I will remember to not do it again.
I was not loving.
My beautiful daughters were not treated how they should have been treated. No, they were not mistreated. They were not abused. But they were neglected. They were not given the attention or guidance or cuddles that they absolutely deserved.
I have a headache. The kind that makes me want to vomit when I blink. I am hurting. Nothing new, I have experienced this for the past 12 years. But today, I really got to see how it effects my daughters. And I didn't like that.
P and K are goofy and independent and confident and smart and caring and so many wonderful things. Today, I really did not show them how amazing they are. Which sucks. They won't remember this. Tomorrow they will wake up with their amazing resilience. They will give me Good Morning kisses and ask for their milk.
But I will remember.
Hopefully, I will remember to not do it again.
Friday, March 25, 2011
#116
4-something this morning, my baby girl started screaming like someone was trying to kill her. I leap out of bed and sprint the few feet to her room. And find her standing in her crip. No injuries. No scary monsters. Just her, screaming. And her sister sleeping.
After close to an hour, she calmed down and went back to sleep. I am guessing she had a bad dream. Not fun for me. I wasn't able to fall back asleep. So I am tired.
But I was super productive this morning. The girls and I went to get J's bike temporary registration so he can clean it and get it ready for the movers on Wednesday. We went to the commissary and the German grocery. That last one was a doozy. A trip that should have taken about 10 minutes ended up taking almost an hour. All for beer and some chocolate. Pathetic.
With the extra 50 minutes in that goodness, we had to go home and eat. After that, we got back in the car to finish our stuff. A trip to the recycle center to drop off cans and glass. Followed by a trip to the library- which was closed! So back in the car, home for a nap.
A nap that did not happen. And the day was pretty steadily downhill from there. So I am done. I am going to have some yummy Jameson, read my book, and hopefully call it an early night.
After close to an hour, she calmed down and went back to sleep. I am guessing she had a bad dream. Not fun for me. I wasn't able to fall back asleep. So I am tired.
But I was super productive this morning. The girls and I went to get J's bike temporary registration so he can clean it and get it ready for the movers on Wednesday. We went to the commissary and the German grocery. That last one was a doozy. A trip that should have taken about 10 minutes ended up taking almost an hour. All for beer and some chocolate. Pathetic.
With the extra 50 minutes in that goodness, we had to go home and eat. After that, we got back in the car to finish our stuff. A trip to the recycle center to drop off cans and glass. Followed by a trip to the library- which was closed! So back in the car, home for a nap.
A nap that did not happen. And the day was pretty steadily downhill from there. So I am done. I am going to have some yummy Jameson, read my book, and hopefully call it an early night.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
#115
Elizabeth Taylor passed away. And yes, that is sad. She was a talented and caring woman. But it really gets to me that her death is a big deal. Elton John called her 'a hero'. Really? Want me tell you about real heroes that have died recently? When people give their lives for their country, it is taken for granted. But a movie star dying?! Breaking news that will be talked about for months.
The last few days have been really great for the B crew. The sun is shining, that is a big part of our happy go luckiness. We have been outside, have felt the sun on our faces and toes, gone for walks. It has been a lovely change of pace and light and temperature. It amazes me how much I have always taken the simple joy of sunshine for granted. The last few years have taught me to treasure it!
And, I promised you a great history lesson. I am wishing I hadn't done that, because I am tired and I really think my bed just spoke. That can't be normal... But, a promise is a promise. Just in case anyone is actually paying attention.
The Great Famine (Ireland, 1845-1850) cut the Irish population down. Roughly 25% of the Irish people either died or left the Emerald Isle in the space of four years. It is believed that about 1 million died, and another million moved to North America, England, or Scotland.
If they survived the horrible sea passage, they were greeted with hatred and more horrid conditions. The Irish poured off ships and in to the cities for years. And what is the best way to handle a large group that could possibly have the potential to do great things? That's right, you kick them down!
Since most of these new immigrants were used to working the fields back in their homeland, they were unprepared for 'city life'. They didn't have the needed factory skills, they were poor, oh yeah and a ton of them didn't speak English. And right about here is where the American ghettos were founded.
Bond servants were treated worse than the average slave. Yes you read that right. The slave you paid money for was your property. You weren't going to damage your own property. But the bond servant you got from the dock wasn't really going to cost you a thing. So you could work them to the bone, and when they died, you went down to the dock and got a new one. This was the reality for many Irish immigrants. Servitude. And if you were lucky, you survived it.
You know those signs you see from the 1950's that specify 'White' and 'Colored' stuff? Well in the 1840's and 1850's, there were signed that said 'No Irish Allowed'. Like I said, the Irish were treated like 'less than'. And from that 'less than' the only place to go was up.
I once heard a great quote, and I wish I could remember who said it. Sure, I could probably 'google' it, but where is the fun in that? Anyway, the quote is "It wasn't luck the Irish had, it was perseverance." Isn't that great? Because when you look at the Irish history, it is plain to see one of the things missing from that fairy island is good luck! But the people are strong and stubborn.
Today, millions of Americans can trace their ansectors to Erin. We proudly call ourselves 'a little bit Irish'. Yet how many of us take the time to learn what it was tto be Irish American? Being Irish American meant you were treated like dirt and you lived in squalor. You had cut the ties of family and homeland to find youself alone and desperate for a hand to hold. You grabbed on to anything you could find, and you pulled yourself up. You fell, and tried again, and prospered, and became a huge part of a great and inspiring country.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
#114
A couple hours ago, my dear husband asked me when our pre-inspection was scheduled for. (Pre-in is a walk through to get an idea of what needs to be fixed before we move out.) "Let me check the calendar" I so nicely say. Yep, you guessed it.
"Tomorrow morning!"
My house is a disaster. We have been busy the last week. If we are at home, we are going through stuff, and making piles of this and that, and are generally 'too busy' to actually clean. I repeat; my house is a disaster. And I am just too tired to deal with it. So, the inspector person will just have to deal with the fact that my floors are not mopped and we have random 'piles' throughout the house!
We had a good day today. The sun is amazingly shining again. Really, this has to be an all time record for consecutive sunny days in Germany! We played outside and had a ball. And I got a couple amazing photos of my girls! I couldn't be happier.
Only one thing is really getting to me today. And it is mostly in my head, so not too big of a deal. But here it is.
This whole Irish Heritage Month thing is not some type of gag or catch phrase or goofy thing to me. I didn't make it up. I do not talk about it to make you laugh or make myself more of an oddball. Hi, your presidents sign this Heritage month into being every year. The only reason you don't celebrate it with the same zeal as Black History Month is because there are not 100,000 celebs out there pushing it on you. The lack of attention to Irish American history does not make it less important.
Like I said, it's mostly in my head.
And I have a great history lesson for you for tomorrow. Come back and learn something!
"Tomorrow morning!"
My house is a disaster. We have been busy the last week. If we are at home, we are going through stuff, and making piles of this and that, and are generally 'too busy' to actually clean. I repeat; my house is a disaster. And I am just too tired to deal with it. So, the inspector person will just have to deal with the fact that my floors are not mopped and we have random 'piles' throughout the house!
We had a good day today. The sun is amazingly shining again. Really, this has to be an all time record for consecutive sunny days in Germany! We played outside and had a ball. And I got a couple amazing photos of my girls! I couldn't be happier.
Only one thing is really getting to me today. And it is mostly in my head, so not too big of a deal. But here it is.
This whole Irish Heritage Month thing is not some type of gag or catch phrase or goofy thing to me. I didn't make it up. I do not talk about it to make you laugh or make myself more of an oddball. Hi, your presidents sign this Heritage month into being every year. The only reason you don't celebrate it with the same zeal as Black History Month is because there are not 100,000 celebs out there pushing it on you. The lack of attention to Irish American history does not make it less important.
Like I said, it's mostly in my head.
And I have a great history lesson for you for tomorrow. Come back and learn something!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
#113
Yesterday I told you I had a great Irish American post coming your way. Here it is.
George, Frank, Red, Matt & Al Sullivan were Irish American brothers, born in Waterloo, Iowa. They grew up in a house with their parents, sister, and grandmother. They lived the American life, until December 7, 1941. That day, like so many Americans, they listened to the devastating news of Pearl Harbor's attack. And that very night, the five brothers decided to enlist in the Navy.
They were determined to serve together, or not serve at all. These five brothers vowed to not separate. And they didn't, even though they had to take the fight all thee way to D.C. and the Navy Department.
But, they stuck together.
After training, they were assigned to the USS Juneau. On Thursday, November 12, 1942, near Guadalcanal, the USS Juneau was struck by the Japanese. The ship was essentially blown to pieces. By some miracle, there were survivors, among them the oldest Sullivan, George.
For four days, the survivors clung to one another and floating debris. For four days, George called out, searching for his brothers. He finally found them on November 16, 1942.
There were only ten survivors from the USS Juneau. Many sons, brothers, husbands were lost. The Sullivan family lost five sons, five brothers.
The Sullivan family continued to support the war effort. Genevieve, the only girl in a house with five brothers, later enlisted in the Navy herself. And in 1995, a destroyer was christened USS The Sullivans.
Really, if you want a few poster boys for the Irish Americans, or for heroism, or for brotherly love... The Sullivan brothers represent it all, with ease. Please, do your own digging in to their tales. There are a ton of websites that will give you more information than I did. And it is all so fascinating.
Oh, and my day? It was great. We finally filed our amendment to our 2008 taxes, so we have that to look forward to. The girls and I went to playgroup, where we had a blast. And then we went to the park with three of our favorite people. The sun was shining, we were having fun, and before we knew it we had spent 3 hours at the park! It was a great day.
George, Frank, Red, Matt & Al Sullivan were Irish American brothers, born in Waterloo, Iowa. They grew up in a house with their parents, sister, and grandmother. They lived the American life, until December 7, 1941. That day, like so many Americans, they listened to the devastating news of Pearl Harbor's attack. And that very night, the five brothers decided to enlist in the Navy.
They were determined to serve together, or not serve at all. These five brothers vowed to not separate. And they didn't, even though they had to take the fight all thee way to D.C. and the Navy Department.
But, they stuck together.
After training, they were assigned to the USS Juneau. On Thursday, November 12, 1942, near Guadalcanal, the USS Juneau was struck by the Japanese. The ship was essentially blown to pieces. By some miracle, there were survivors, among them the oldest Sullivan, George.
For four days, the survivors clung to one another and floating debris. For four days, George called out, searching for his brothers. He finally found them on November 16, 1942.
There were only ten survivors from the USS Juneau. Many sons, brothers, husbands were lost. The Sullivan family lost five sons, five brothers.
The Sullivan family continued to support the war effort. Genevieve, the only girl in a house with five brothers, later enlisted in the Navy herself. And in 1995, a destroyer was christened USS The Sullivans.
Really, if you want a few poster boys for the Irish Americans, or for heroism, or for brotherly love... The Sullivan brothers represent it all, with ease. Please, do your own digging in to their tales. There are a ton of websites that will give you more information than I did. And it is all so fascinating.
Oh, and my day? It was great. We finally filed our amendment to our 2008 taxes, so we have that to look forward to. The girls and I went to playgroup, where we had a blast. And then we went to the park with three of our favorite people. The sun was shining, we were having fun, and before we knew it we had spent 3 hours at the park! It was a great day.
Monday, March 21, 2011
#112
I just watched 'How to train a dragon'. Why did no one tell me how awesome that movie is?!
Future reference, when a movie has nothing but Scottish-y accents, TELL ME! I love that stuff!
The movie was great. We all loved it. P and K were so in to it, J got a kick out of it. Great movie!
Today was a great day in general. J had to get some Army stuff cleaned and separated and such for the move. So instead of being in his way/stuck in the house, I took the girls to the park. The sun has been shining here, way more than usual. So we loaded in to the car and drove to a random German park.
We had fun spinning (merry go round), jumping (think cool trampoline thing in the ground), swinging (tire swings), climbing, and running! Super fun! Of course, my camera was with us, so I even got a few great pictures of my big girls playing.
When we were heading home, we decided to pick up Daddy and go to McD's for lunch. I really think the family got a huge kick out of that. J never gets to go with us, and the girls never get to play in the tubes with Daddy. But today they did. And oh man, did they love that! It was pretty great to listen to.
I know I am totally slacking on the Irishness these last few days. I promise I will keep at it for the next 10 days... Tonight, know that I am drinking a lovely glass of Jameson while I contemplate my Irish American heritage!
But really, tomorrow I will have some really awesome history stuff for you.
Future reference, when a movie has nothing but Scottish-y accents, TELL ME! I love that stuff!
The movie was great. We all loved it. P and K were so in to it, J got a kick out of it. Great movie!
Today was a great day in general. J had to get some Army stuff cleaned and separated and such for the move. So instead of being in his way/stuck in the house, I took the girls to the park. The sun has been shining here, way more than usual. So we loaded in to the car and drove to a random German park.
We had fun spinning (merry go round), jumping (think cool trampoline thing in the ground), swinging (tire swings), climbing, and running! Super fun! Of course, my camera was with us, so I even got a few great pictures of my big girls playing.
When we were heading home, we decided to pick up Daddy and go to McD's for lunch. I really think the family got a huge kick out of that. J never gets to go with us, and the girls never get to play in the tubes with Daddy. But today they did. And oh man, did they love that! It was pretty great to listen to.
I know I am totally slacking on the Irishness these last few days. I promise I will keep at it for the next 10 days... Tonight, know that I am drinking a lovely glass of Jameson while I contemplate my Irish American heritage!
But really, tomorrow I will have some really awesome history stuff for you.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
#111
This morning, the Bishop came to Mass. He did the 'circuit' of the military stations here in Germany, confirming candidates in to the beautiful Roman Catholic church. He was a pretty cool guy; not that I really got to hear too much of his homily. I was busy fighting with my beautiful, determined two year olds.
After Mass, we had a great lunch at the chapel. Holy smokes there was a lot of food! The cake I made was... ok. Not nearly as good as when my friend S makes it. Father Mc, who is the parish priest at the mil post 40 minutes from here, was also there today. And he cracked me up! He is amazing with kids, and was showing them his magic tricks. When one boy made the comment of 'Wow, he's cool!' Fr Mc said "You should see what I can do with bread and wine!" Ahahaha! I was cracking up! Totally great!
I may not have gotten much out of the readings, less out of the homily, and I didn't receive communion. But I am still glad I went to Mass. I probably would have been more peaceful if I had stayed in bed. But I made the effort to go. And, while I was holding one child in my lap with a steel arm, and giving the other child the evil eye because she had just peed her pants, I was still able to see the beauty in the Holy Trinity and all that they bring to me.
Isn't that what this whole thing is all about?
After Mass, we had a great lunch at the chapel. Holy smokes there was a lot of food! The cake I made was... ok. Not nearly as good as when my friend S makes it. Father Mc, who is the parish priest at the mil post 40 minutes from here, was also there today. And he cracked me up! He is amazing with kids, and was showing them his magic tricks. When one boy made the comment of 'Wow, he's cool!' Fr Mc said "You should see what I can do with bread and wine!" Ahahaha! I was cracking up! Totally great!
I may not have gotten much out of the readings, less out of the homily, and I didn't receive communion. But I am still glad I went to Mass. I probably would have been more peaceful if I had stayed in bed. But I made the effort to go. And, while I was holding one child in my lap with a steel arm, and giving the other child the evil eye because she had just peed her pants, I was still able to see the beauty in the Holy Trinity and all that they bring to me.
Isn't that what this whole thing is all about?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
#110
Grr. I have for real been sitting here, staring at a blank box for 10 minutes. Ok, I have been looking at Facebook as well... But I really just have nothing to say tonight.
Our day was lazy. We looked at a couple houses online. But we didn't find much. We watched a movie about racing, that was not so good. We took the girls for a ride on their 4-wheelers. Chili for dinner.
And that is really all I have for you. Sad, I know.
Oh, I am almost done with my mommy/anger book, 'She's Gonna Blow!' So far, I think it is a good book. Really well written, the author is incredibly personable. I don't think that I have personally taken away too many helpful hints on managing anger. I do think it has great stuff in it though. The bible verses she included are great. And it has helped me to recognize my anger patterns more. So I think I will recommend it.
Wow, I really apologize to anyone who takes the time to read this!
Our day was lazy. We looked at a couple houses online. But we didn't find much. We watched a movie about racing, that was not so good. We took the girls for a ride on their 4-wheelers. Chili for dinner.
And that is really all I have for you. Sad, I know.
Oh, I am almost done with my mommy/anger book, 'She's Gonna Blow!' So far, I think it is a good book. Really well written, the author is incredibly personable. I don't think that I have personally taken away too many helpful hints on managing anger. I do think it has great stuff in it though. The bible verses she included are great. And it has helped me to recognize my anger patterns more. So I think I will recommend it.
Wow, I really apologize to anyone who takes the time to read this!
Friday, March 18, 2011
#109
I just read an article that 'Food, Inc.' shared on Facebook. (If you are not a fan of this site, you should be!) And it was a really interesting article.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/03/15/some-animals-are-more-equal-than-others/
Go read it. I will wait...
Interesting, huh! Ok, if you didn't listen to me and read it, the article compares the 'rights' of pets to those of animals that are raised for food. A chick in NY was arrested for killing a hamster. But the animals we eat are treated horribly on a regular basis. One of the things that really struck me was comparing our food industry to a concentration camp. How true is that?
I have no plans, or desires, to become a vegan/vegetarian. I just love me some steak, and chicken, and pork... Mmm! But I do want to buy healthy, fresh, naturally raised meat. I know I am not doing that now. Hopefully in the near future I will start that.
During Lent, we do not eat meat on Fridays. And that is not a huge deal. Really, one day without meat is not life altering. So I am thinking... I want to cut back on our meat consumption. I have started cutting back our portion sizes already. But I am thinking I will continue to not eat meat one day a week. I might change it from Fridays, to Mondays or Tuesdays though. But it's a good idea, right?
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/03/15/some-animals-are-more-equal-than-others/
Go read it. I will wait...
Interesting, huh! Ok, if you didn't listen to me and read it, the article compares the 'rights' of pets to those of animals that are raised for food. A chick in NY was arrested for killing a hamster. But the animals we eat are treated horribly on a regular basis. One of the things that really struck me was comparing our food industry to a concentration camp. How true is that?
I have no plans, or desires, to become a vegan/vegetarian. I just love me some steak, and chicken, and pork... Mmm! But I do want to buy healthy, fresh, naturally raised meat. I know I am not doing that now. Hopefully in the near future I will start that.
During Lent, we do not eat meat on Fridays. And that is not a huge deal. Really, one day without meat is not life altering. So I am thinking... I want to cut back on our meat consumption. I have started cutting back our portion sizes already. But I am thinking I will continue to not eat meat one day a week. I might change it from Fridays, to Mondays or Tuesdays though. But it's a good idea, right?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
#108
Happy St Patrick's Day!
Oh yeah! Can you guess how awesome my day was?!
We had a pretty great party, like our Valentine's day party but better! Because it was all about green! Super fun times. PB& mint jelly sandwiches, grapes, kiwi, baked potatoes for the adults, green juice, green cookies and cupcakes and candies! The only downside was my girls being super whiny, and then just losing it in the end. Nap time wrapped up the party.
And, now for the main event... St Patrick himself!
St. Patrick was not Irish. He was British. When he was 16, he was kidnapped by the Irish and sold into slavery in Ireland. For six years he worked as a shepherd. He escaped, to France or Britain. Became a priest. And a bishop. And WILLINGLY went back to the country that had enslaved him! Seriously!
It is said he drove the snakes out of Ireland. Critics will tell you there were no snakes in Ireland to begin with. Well, how often is the Devil portrayed as a serpent?? Patrick preached the Gospel to this country, many of them heard about the Holy Trinity for the first time. And it is also said that he used the shamrock to illustrate the Trinity.
The amazing bishop was laid to rest in Ulster. In case you do not know about Ulster- it is, and has been for centuries, a land of strife in Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland isn't even part off Ireland. The Brits and the Irish, the 'Papists' and the 'Prods', they feud over this northern county of the Emerald Isle. And yet, the body of the patron saint of Ireland is there... Interesting...
And here is St Patrick's breastplate. I hope you all had a blessed St Patrick's Day!
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
I bind this day to me for ever.
By power of faith, Christ's incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan river;
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb;
His riding up the heavenly way;
His coming at the day of doom;
*I bind unto myself today.
I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of the cherubim;
The sweet 'well done' in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors' faith, Apostles' word,
The Patriarchs' prayers, the Prophets' scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord,
And purity of virgin souls.
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heaven
,The glorious sun's life-giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea,
Around the old eternal rocks.
I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward,
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.
Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hostility,
I bind to me these holy powers.
Against all Satan's spells and wiles,
Against false words of heresy,
Against the knowledge that defiles,
Against the heart's idolatry,
Against the wizard's evil craft,
Against the death wound and the burning,
The choking wave and the poisoned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity;
By invocation of the same.
The Three in One, and One in Three,
Of Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.
Oh yeah! Can you guess how awesome my day was?!
We had a pretty great party, like our Valentine's day party but better! Because it was all about green! Super fun times. PB& mint jelly sandwiches, grapes, kiwi, baked potatoes for the adults, green juice, green cookies and cupcakes and candies! The only downside was my girls being super whiny, and then just losing it in the end. Nap time wrapped up the party.
And, now for the main event... St Patrick himself!
St. Patrick was not Irish. He was British. When he was 16, he was kidnapped by the Irish and sold into slavery in Ireland. For six years he worked as a shepherd. He escaped, to France or Britain. Became a priest. And a bishop. And WILLINGLY went back to the country that had enslaved him! Seriously!
It is said he drove the snakes out of Ireland. Critics will tell you there were no snakes in Ireland to begin with. Well, how often is the Devil portrayed as a serpent?? Patrick preached the Gospel to this country, many of them heard about the Holy Trinity for the first time. And it is also said that he used the shamrock to illustrate the Trinity.
The amazing bishop was laid to rest in Ulster. In case you do not know about Ulster- it is, and has been for centuries, a land of strife in Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland isn't even part off Ireland. The Brits and the Irish, the 'Papists' and the 'Prods', they feud over this northern county of the Emerald Isle. And yet, the body of the patron saint of Ireland is there... Interesting...
And here is St Patrick's breastplate. I hope you all had a blessed St Patrick's Day!
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
I bind this day to me for ever.
By power of faith, Christ's incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan river;
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb;
His riding up the heavenly way;
His coming at the day of doom;
*I bind unto myself today.
I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of the cherubim;
The sweet 'well done' in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors' faith, Apostles' word,
The Patriarchs' prayers, the Prophets' scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord,
And purity of virgin souls.
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heaven
,The glorious sun's life-giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea,
Around the old eternal rocks.
I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward,
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.
Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hostility,
I bind to me these holy powers.
Against all Satan's spells and wiles,
Against false words of heresy,
Against the knowledge that defiles,
Against the heart's idolatry,
Against the wizard's evil craft,
Against the death wound and the burning,
The choking wave and the poisoned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity;
By invocation of the same.
The Three in One, and One in Three,
Of Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
#107
My head hurts a lot. The amazing pounding above my right eye. Yeah, the same pounding I have lived with for the last 12 years. Oh the fun!
I finished my CIA book this evening. It had some great information. But I gotta say, I found the writing and story structure to be... annoying? I think that is the right word. At times, it was confusing. And I really have no idea who half the people were that the writer talked about. But like I said, there was also some great information. And I told J he should join 'the company' after he retires from the Army!
About two seconds after I finished that book, I started reading another one. She's Gonna Blow. It's all about dealing with anger, for mommies. My bible study is actually doing a book club thing for this book. We read it, than get together one night and talk about it. And since we meet in, oh, about a week and a half! I figured I needed to start it asap. Not that I need a week and a half to read a normal book... I just find that I tend to drag along when reading self help books. They are so not my thing. But I am trying, because I really think this book has great things in store for me.
And, when someone asks you why you are wearing a shirt/sticker/pin/whatever that proudly proclaims you are Irish and therefore deserve a kiss...
"Kiss me, I'm Irish!" is believed to be a reference to the Blarney stone. Kissing the Stone will give you luck, and more important, the gift of Blarney! Since most people cannot kiss the stone, kissing an Irish lad or lass is believed to be the next best thing... Or, it could be a drunk guy wanted a kiss from a pretty girl and that was the first line he could think of!!
I finished my CIA book this evening. It had some great information. But I gotta say, I found the writing and story structure to be... annoying? I think that is the right word. At times, it was confusing. And I really have no idea who half the people were that the writer talked about. But like I said, there was also some great information. And I told J he should join 'the company' after he retires from the Army!
About two seconds after I finished that book, I started reading another one. She's Gonna Blow. It's all about dealing with anger, for mommies. My bible study is actually doing a book club thing for this book. We read it, than get together one night and talk about it. And since we meet in, oh, about a week and a half! I figured I needed to start it asap. Not that I need a week and a half to read a normal book... I just find that I tend to drag along when reading self help books. They are so not my thing. But I am trying, because I really think this book has great things in store for me.
And, when someone asks you why you are wearing a shirt/sticker/pin/whatever that proudly proclaims you are Irish and therefore deserve a kiss...
"Kiss me, I'm Irish!" is believed to be a reference to the Blarney stone. Kissing the Stone will give you luck, and more important, the gift of Blarney! Since most people cannot kiss the stone, kissing an Irish lad or lass is believed to be the next best thing... Or, it could be a drunk guy wanted a kiss from a pretty girl and that was the first line he could think of!!
#106
I recently hurt my shin. I do not know how, or when. I just know that it hurts, dang it. J said it might be a stress fracture... Owie. And I feel like a total fatty because I haven't been working out... Gr
On to something awesome: My best friend! She rocks. I love her. She sent P and K new St Pattys shirts and bows, and all three of us new socks! I repeat, she rocks. I cannot wait to get the girls dressed on Thursday for their party! Yeah, we are having a St Pattys party for toddlers. Ah!
I also got a package from a friend that moved away about 6 months ago. Red Vines! She's pretty awesome as well.
As St Pattys day quickly approaches, I am giving a lot of thought to how I want my girls to celebrate this holiday. This year, they will eat green foods, wear green, and color shamrocks that Mommy cut out of green paper. They are 2.
But as they get older, I want to educate them on who St Patrick was, what he did for Ireland and what he did for the Catholic church. I want them to know what the Irish people lived through, and what they overcame, and what they stand for.
This is just one of the many things that I wonder about in regards to raising my daughters... Will I get it right?
On to something awesome: My best friend! She rocks. I love her. She sent P and K new St Pattys shirts and bows, and all three of us new socks! I repeat, she rocks. I cannot wait to get the girls dressed on Thursday for their party! Yeah, we are having a St Pattys party for toddlers. Ah!
I also got a package from a friend that moved away about 6 months ago. Red Vines! She's pretty awesome as well.
As St Pattys day quickly approaches, I am giving a lot of thought to how I want my girls to celebrate this holiday. This year, they will eat green foods, wear green, and color shamrocks that Mommy cut out of green paper. They are 2.
But as they get older, I want to educate them on who St Patrick was, what he did for Ireland and what he did for the Catholic church. I want them to know what the Irish people lived through, and what they overcame, and what they stand for.
This is just one of the many things that I wonder about in regards to raising my daughters... Will I get it right?
Monday, March 14, 2011
#105
Wow, there are some days that I should not be allowed on Facebook. The friends I have... I love them all, really I do. But there are times when I just want to let it all out, tell them to quit whining, stop posting every thought that enters your brain, Hello! OpSec!, nobody cares, and things like that!
Today was clearly one of those days. But I am proud of myself. I did not post a single nasty comment, and I refrained from being agressive... On Facebook! Hey, this is my blog, people. I can rant and complain all I want on here!
So yeah, the government and money. What's that all about?! I am quite perturbed about all that. Not just now. Everyone is mad and talking about it now. But where were you a few months ago when this all really went down? Watching your crap reality tv and not giving a damn about the world, that's where...
For those that have absolutely no idea what I am talking about... Our government is currently running on a two week budget system. Every two weeks, they agree for the sake of passing something that is good for two weeks. This has been going on for quite a while. We are talking months. Well, it has gotten to the point that they are talking massive shutdowns.
And the reason people are finally waking up to it, the people around me, is because the military will be affected. That's right. The men and women that fight for our country's freedom might not get paid. If the budget isn't fixed, the 'green suiters' will still go to work and protect our great nation. But this crappy, competetitive, overpaid government will not pay them.
Uhm, but the elected officials, the senators and representatives and governers, all those people that roll in an impressive paycheck? Yeah, I haven't heard about their pay stopping. Have you?
I love my country, almost to a fault. I truly believe that there is no nation on this Earth that is better than the United States of America. And yet, I get to see first hand how horrible we have let the politicians make us. Kills me...
Today was clearly one of those days. But I am proud of myself. I did not post a single nasty comment, and I refrained from being agressive... On Facebook! Hey, this is my blog, people. I can rant and complain all I want on here!
So yeah, the government and money. What's that all about?! I am quite perturbed about all that. Not just now. Everyone is mad and talking about it now. But where were you a few months ago when this all really went down? Watching your crap reality tv and not giving a damn about the world, that's where...
For those that have absolutely no idea what I am talking about... Our government is currently running on a two week budget system. Every two weeks, they agree for the sake of passing something that is good for two weeks. This has been going on for quite a while. We are talking months. Well, it has gotten to the point that they are talking massive shutdowns.
And the reason people are finally waking up to it, the people around me, is because the military will be affected. That's right. The men and women that fight for our country's freedom might not get paid. If the budget isn't fixed, the 'green suiters' will still go to work and protect our great nation. But this crappy, competetitive, overpaid government will not pay them.
Uhm, but the elected officials, the senators and representatives and governers, all those people that roll in an impressive paycheck? Yeah, I haven't heard about their pay stopping. Have you?
I love my country, almost to a fault. I truly believe that there is no nation on this Earth that is better than the United States of America. And yet, I get to see first hand how horrible we have let the politicians make us. Kills me...
Sunday, March 13, 2011
#104
I am finding myself in a bummed mood. I tried calling my ma, both sisters, one brother, and my nana. No one answered. And they will not be returning my calls - I have lived in Europe for almost three years now, and never get calls from my family. Well, Ma calls. Other families have regularly scheduled Skype dates, and I can't even get my family to call. Nice.
So yeah, there is that. And I am feeling like the husband always puts his wants and needs above mine. That gets old. Especially after six years.
And I am struggling with myself. I wanted this season of Lent to really be about myself and my devotion to God. I wanted to see a change in myself that would reflect my love and my faith. Instead, less than one week in to the season, I am struggling. Internally beating myself up and apologizing to Him and realizing I generally suck at commitments.
That is where I am today. I total Debbie Downer.
So your Irish for today is a blessing. Because everyone needs a heartfelt blessing.
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
So yeah, there is that. And I am feeling like the husband always puts his wants and needs above mine. That gets old. Especially after six years.
And I am struggling with myself. I wanted this season of Lent to really be about myself and my devotion to God. I wanted to see a change in myself that would reflect my love and my faith. Instead, less than one week in to the season, I am struggling. Internally beating myself up and apologizing to Him and realizing I generally suck at commitments.
That is where I am today. I total Debbie Downer.
So your Irish for today is a blessing. Because everyone needs a heartfelt blessing.
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
#103
Last night, I signed off with a comment about taking a bath. I was tired and just needed to relax. This past week has been a marathon. And I came to the conclusion that the effort to draw a bath and then go to bed was not worth it. Instead, I got one of my girls' huge teddy bears and cuddled on the couch.
And it is looking like tonight will be about the same. Today was another crazy day. But it was crazy busy with fun things. We woke up and went for a walk as a family. I went to a friend's house for a 'Ladies day' where we were able to just hang. Then I left that to drive home to pick up J and the girls to go to a farewell dinner. His LT is heading out, so we ate yummy German food and said our goodbyes. *sigh*
Now, I am tired. Really. Come on, slow down!
And it is looking like tonight will be about the same. Today was another crazy day. But it was crazy busy with fun things. We woke up and went for a walk as a family. I went to a friend's house for a 'Ladies day' where we were able to just hang. Then I left that to drive home to pick up J and the girls to go to a farewell dinner. His LT is heading out, so we ate yummy German food and said our goodbyes. *sigh*
Now, I am tired. Really. Come on, slow down!
Friday, March 11, 2011
#102
The Irish (and by that I mean the actual Irish not the Scots or English landowners) were poor. They survived on very little for too long a time. But, from their meager means, they prospered.
Enter Irish Stew. This is such a stereotypical meal. And you know, sometimes stereotypes have a reason for being there.
Irish stew is made with the cheap cuts of lamb, potatoes, and carrots. Other things added are to your liking/whatever is on hand. But the basics were things that the average housewife had and could afford. This meal could be stretched to feed more, or to last for more than one meal. It was hearty. And it was good.
There are about a million different recipes floating around for the 'perfect' or the absolute 'traditional' Irish stew. And I am sure most of them are quite tasty. The following recipe is the one I will be making next week.
http://www.dochara.com/the-irish/food-recipes/irish-stew/
Oh, and my day?
... I am going to take a nice relaxing bath.
Enter Irish Stew. This is such a stereotypical meal. And you know, sometimes stereotypes have a reason for being there.
Irish stew is made with the cheap cuts of lamb, potatoes, and carrots. Other things added are to your liking/whatever is on hand. But the basics were things that the average housewife had and could afford. This meal could be stretched to feed more, or to last for more than one meal. It was hearty. And it was good.
There are about a million different recipes floating around for the 'perfect' or the absolute 'traditional' Irish stew. And I am sure most of them are quite tasty. The following recipe is the one I will be making next week.
http://www.dochara.com/the-irish/food-recipes/irish-stew/
Oh, and my day?
... I am going to take a nice relaxing bath.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
#101
Wow. Today has been busy and fun and blessed and crazy and awe inspiring.
This morning, the girls and I went swimming with our friends. We of course had a blast. Swimming, friends, great conversation, bratwurst, french fries... Yeah, super fun. I really do not know what we will do when the time comes for goodbyes. That family is going to be so hard to leave behind... *sigh*
And let me tell you... This evening was an amazing time for me, personally. The ladies on the PWOC board decided we needed to host a dinner for the single parents in our community. We thought and planned and replanned and adjusted and scrambled for a few months. And then tonight we pulled it all together. And wow.
We had 10 parents that we served. They were from different units, had children of all ages, and most did not know one another. But they came through the doors. We took their kids to a different room, and fed them separately. The parents were in a nice, decorated, quiet room, where they were able to eat and socialize.
I gotta say, I was worried about this night. During the planning stages, and leading up the the event. Would we have people show up? Would we have enough food? Enough volunteers? All those doubts and worries were for nothing. We had a great turnout. And the women of PWOC are just amazing. To see the way these women gave their time, or cooking talents, or even their money as they supplied us with food... It was just great to witness.
And the parents that are doing the job that they are doing... I get frustrated with my life sometimes because I feel like a single parent. But I do have help. When I have a totally overwhelming day, I can say 'Tag! You're it!" These parents? Nope, they don't have that option. And they have another full time job on top of raising their children... They do an amazing job. I just feel so blessed to have been able to give them a couple short hours to breathe. And hopefully they got a few new friends out of the evening.
It was a great day.
This morning, the girls and I went swimming with our friends. We of course had a blast. Swimming, friends, great conversation, bratwurst, french fries... Yeah, super fun. I really do not know what we will do when the time comes for goodbyes. That family is going to be so hard to leave behind... *sigh*
And let me tell you... This evening was an amazing time for me, personally. The ladies on the PWOC board decided we needed to host a dinner for the single parents in our community. We thought and planned and replanned and adjusted and scrambled for a few months. And then tonight we pulled it all together. And wow.
We had 10 parents that we served. They were from different units, had children of all ages, and most did not know one another. But they came through the doors. We took their kids to a different room, and fed them separately. The parents were in a nice, decorated, quiet room, where they were able to eat and socialize.
I gotta say, I was worried about this night. During the planning stages, and leading up the the event. Would we have people show up? Would we have enough food? Enough volunteers? All those doubts and worries were for nothing. We had a great turnout. And the women of PWOC are just amazing. To see the way these women gave their time, or cooking talents, or even their money as they supplied us with food... It was just great to witness.
And the parents that are doing the job that they are doing... I get frustrated with my life sometimes because I feel like a single parent. But I do have help. When I have a totally overwhelming day, I can say 'Tag! You're it!" These parents? Nope, they don't have that option. And they have another full time job on top of raising their children... They do an amazing job. I just feel so blessed to have been able to give them a couple short hours to breathe. And hopefully they got a few new friends out of the evening.
It was a great day.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
#99
Today is Fat Tuesday!
In Germany, today is known as Fasching. And let me tell you, Germans know how to let loose before the season of Lent. They actually start the celebration days before Fat Tuesday. But today was the close of the festivities.
So I went to my first, and last, Fasching parade. For whatever reason, we have not been able to see a parade in previous years. So I made sure I was able to attend this year. And I am glad I did! Certain websites were estimating around 40,000 people would attend the Pigfurt parade!
Like I said, it was fun.
Now, I am preparing for the season of Lent, which begins tomorrow. I am prayerful that this is a fruitful season in my house and in myself.
In Germany, today is known as Fasching. And let me tell you, Germans know how to let loose before the season of Lent. They actually start the celebration days before Fat Tuesday. But today was the close of the festivities.
So I went to my first, and last, Fasching parade. For whatever reason, we have not been able to see a parade in previous years. So I made sure I was able to attend this year. And I am glad I did! Certain websites were estimating around 40,000 people would attend the Pigfurt parade!
Like I said, it was fun.
Now, I am preparing for the season of Lent, which begins tomorrow. I am prayerful that this is a fruitful season in my house and in myself.
#100
Today is Ash Wednesday. The season of Lent is here.
This is not a day to flaunt the ashes on your forehead. You do not need to complain about being hungry. And the world does not need to know what you will live without for the next 40 days.
As Jesus said in Matthew 6:5-8 - “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him."
Let this beautiful season of fasting and prayer bring you closer to the Lord.
In honor of my 100th post...
Top 100 Irish surnames! Cruise the list, find some family names! (* I copied this list from http://www.ireland-information.com/heraldichall/irishsurnames.htm)1
Murphy
2
Kelly
3
O'Sullivan
4
Walsh
5
Smith
6
O'Brien
7
Byrne
8
Ryan
9
O'Connor
10
O'Neill
11
O'Reilly
12
Doyle
13
McCarthy
14
Gallagher
15
O'Doherty
16
Kennedy
17
Lynch
18
Murray
19
Quinn
20
Moore
21
McLoughlin
22
O'Carroll
23
Connolly
24
Daly
25
O'Connell
26
Wilson
27
Dunne
28
Brennan
29
Burke
30
Collins
31
Campbell
32
Clarke
33
Johnston
34
Hughes
35
O'Farrell
36
Fitzgerald
Brown
38
Martin
39
Maguire
40
Nolan
41
Flynn
42
Thompson
43
O'Callaghan
44
O'Donnell
45
Duffy
46
O'Mahony
47
Boyle
48
Healy
O'Shea
50
White
51
Sweeney
52
Hayes
53
Kavanagh
54
Power
55
McGrath
56
Moran
57
Brady
58
Stewart
59
Casey
60
Foley
61
Fitzpatrick
62
O'Leary
63
McDonnell
64
MacMahon
65
Donnelly
66
Regan
67
Donovan
68
Burns
69
Flanagan
70
Mullan
71
Barry
72
Kane
73
Robinson
74
Cunningham
75
Griffin
76
Kenny
77
Sheehan
78
Ward
79
Whelan
80
Lyons
81
Reid
82
Graham
83
Higgins
84
Cullen
85
Keane
86
King
87
Maher
88
MacKenna
89
Bell
90
Scott
91
Hogan
92
O'Keeffe
93
Magee
94
MacNamara
95
MacDonald
96
MacDermott
97
Molony
98
O'Rourke
99
Buckley
100
O'Dwyer
Monday, March 7, 2011
#98
It has been a struggle for me to keep my eyes open. I have just felt exhausted all day. So I am planning on heading to bed in a few minutes (It is only 8:30).
I kind of don't have anything to say today. The rest of my week is looking crazy busy. But today was just another day.
And my Irishness is getting frustrating... That doesn't make sense. I mean, I am getting frustrated. I am coming up with Irish American things to talk/write about. But the only people that really care about this stuff already know about it. And what really makes someone 'Irish American'? How many generations back did their family live in Ireland? I really am trying not to be like that 'other' month and credit anyone with a drop of Irish blood as being Irish...
But maybe I will do just that.
Henry Ford, you know, the car guy? He is believed to be of Irish decent. Audie Murphy, the most decorated soldier of WWII and an actor with over 40 movies made, is reported to have been Irish... This list could go on forever. Want me to continue?
I kind of don't have anything to say today. The rest of my week is looking crazy busy. But today was just another day.
And my Irishness is getting frustrating... That doesn't make sense. I mean, I am getting frustrated. I am coming up with Irish American things to talk/write about. But the only people that really care about this stuff already know about it. And what really makes someone 'Irish American'? How many generations back did their family live in Ireland? I really am trying not to be like that 'other' month and credit anyone with a drop of Irish blood as being Irish...
But maybe I will do just that.
Henry Ford, you know, the car guy? He is believed to be of Irish decent. Audie Murphy, the most decorated soldier of WWII and an actor with over 40 movies made, is reported to have been Irish... This list could go on forever. Want me to continue?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
#97
Ow, my feet!
Tonight the B crew went to a birthday bash/dance/dinner/awesomeness. A great friend of mine, who happens to be an amazing chaplain, and who happens to be from the great state of California, celebrated her 50th birthday with a kick ass party. She rented the ball room of a nice hotel. And she had childcare on sight! So we had a great time, and the girls had fun.
But I repeat. Ow, my feet! I don't like shoes in general. But I loathe heels!
Instead of an Irish American fun fact, I just want to say:
May your pockets be heavy
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night
Tonight the B crew went to a birthday bash/dance/dinner/awesomeness. A great friend of mine, who happens to be an amazing chaplain, and who happens to be from the great state of California, celebrated her 50th birthday with a kick ass party. She rented the ball room of a nice hotel. And she had childcare on sight! So we had a great time, and the girls had fun.
But I repeat. Ow, my feet! I don't like shoes in general. But I loathe heels!
Instead of an Irish American fun fact, I just want to say:
May your pockets be heavy
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night
Saturday, March 5, 2011
#96
So, today I went to Poland!
Yeah, I went again. And bought a ton of stuff. Again!
It was so much fun though. Long day, but fun. I woke up when it was still night! Really, I left my house at 5:30 am. I drove with two friends to 'the Polish Pottery town' (I don't know how to pronounce the place!). It was a 4.5 hr drive. On which I almost ran out of gas... Really, I pulled up to the pump and the needle was hovering over the red line! Wow, that was close. We discussed it and decided we only made it to the pump because we were all having an internal talk with God!
We shopped and the first place we went to was the one I NEEDED to go to! Last time I went, I found these awesome teapots/cups at this one store- the only place I found them. But of course I didn't buy them. So this time, that was my first purchase. And I bought 2! Then we hit another dozen stores and bought so much stuff the three of us filled my trunk.
I love everything I bought. And it makes me sad that it is just going to go down to my basement. All my Polish pottery is wrapped up and in boxes because I do not have room for it in this house. I cannot wait to actually use it. Heck, I cannot wait to be able to look at it! Because it is all so dang pretty!
On our drive home, I was just so happy. I got to spend a great day with two awesome ladies. And then I got to spend 4 hours driving home with them, talking. I think I talked about every hot topic in the world today. Politics, religions, races, counselling... You name it, we discussed it! And that was nice to have intelligent conversations with women and not worry about stepping on toes.
Yeah, it was a pretty great day.
Oh, and your Irish lesson - Even the Polish people love the Irish, the shamrock spoon rest I bought is proof! Ok, not really a lesson. But I am tired!
Yeah, I went again. And bought a ton of stuff. Again!
It was so much fun though. Long day, but fun. I woke up when it was still night! Really, I left my house at 5:30 am. I drove with two friends to 'the Polish Pottery town' (I don't know how to pronounce the place!). It was a 4.5 hr drive. On which I almost ran out of gas... Really, I pulled up to the pump and the needle was hovering over the red line! Wow, that was close. We discussed it and decided we only made it to the pump because we were all having an internal talk with God!
We shopped and the first place we went to was the one I NEEDED to go to! Last time I went, I found these awesome teapots/cups at this one store- the only place I found them. But of course I didn't buy them. So this time, that was my first purchase. And I bought 2! Then we hit another dozen stores and bought so much stuff the three of us filled my trunk.
I love everything I bought. And it makes me sad that it is just going to go down to my basement. All my Polish pottery is wrapped up and in boxes because I do not have room for it in this house. I cannot wait to actually use it. Heck, I cannot wait to be able to look at it! Because it is all so dang pretty!
On our drive home, I was just so happy. I got to spend a great day with two awesome ladies. And then I got to spend 4 hours driving home with them, talking. I think I talked about every hot topic in the world today. Politics, religions, races, counselling... You name it, we discussed it! And that was nice to have intelligent conversations with women and not worry about stepping on toes.
Yeah, it was a pretty great day.
Oh, and your Irish lesson - Even the Polish people love the Irish, the shamrock spoon rest I bought is proof! Ok, not really a lesson. But I am tired!
Friday, March 4, 2011
#95
So, for your Irish lesson, I am going to be super lazy. Research it yourself!
I wanted to tell you about the amazing 'Fighting Sixty Ninth' today. But my day has been 'other than great'. So go to this website and check out the Origin tab. Heck, check out all the website has to offer. Or find a different website if you want!
Basically, this Regiment started out as a bunch of Irish Yankees that were mad they couldn't stick it to the Brits. So they banded together in hopes of kicking British ass at a later date. Instead, they fought heroically for Honest Abe in the Civil War. Then, they went on to fight in just about every American conflict including the current wars. Really, great stuff. And all because some Irish lads were mad at a monarchy. Woop!
Anyway, here is the website: http://www.nyfighting69th.com/
As I said, my day was pretty crazy. The morning was filled with phone calls and email and trying to find lost objects. I swear this house eats my stuff. But I found the things I needed, took care of business. Instead of my girls napping this afternoon, we went to the WIC office. Followed by the commissary. Yeah, can you imagine how much fun I had with two nap-less two year olds?!
Because of all the running around, we were lazy and had Burger King for dinner. I know, there are plenty of other people that lead way busy lives and still manage to prepare a healthy dinner. Under normal conditions, I can be that girl. but today, I just had no desire to. So my chicken sandwich and french fries were just fine with me.
And the strawberry milkshake in my freezer is going to be amazing!
I wanted to tell you about the amazing 'Fighting Sixty Ninth' today. But my day has been 'other than great'. So go to this website and check out the Origin tab. Heck, check out all the website has to offer. Or find a different website if you want!
Basically, this Regiment started out as a bunch of Irish Yankees that were mad they couldn't stick it to the Brits. So they banded together in hopes of kicking British ass at a later date. Instead, they fought heroically for Honest Abe in the Civil War. Then, they went on to fight in just about every American conflict including the current wars. Really, great stuff. And all because some Irish lads were mad at a monarchy. Woop!
Anyway, here is the website: http://www.nyfighting69th.com/
As I said, my day was pretty crazy. The morning was filled with phone calls and email and trying to find lost objects. I swear this house eats my stuff. But I found the things I needed, took care of business. Instead of my girls napping this afternoon, we went to the WIC office. Followed by the commissary. Yeah, can you imagine how much fun I had with two nap-less two year olds?!
Because of all the running around, we were lazy and had Burger King for dinner. I know, there are plenty of other people that lead way busy lives and still manage to prepare a healthy dinner. Under normal conditions, I can be that girl. but today, I just had no desire to. So my chicken sandwich and french fries were just fine with me.
And the strawberry milkshake in my freezer is going to be amazing!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
#94
You are just going to have to excuse my rambling tonight. I have a lot going on in my little head and there is no way to get it all out in a cohessive manner.
Did you know that according to the 2000 Census, California has more Irish Americans than any other state? Pretty cool for this California girl! And interesting, because when you think Irish American, you usually think Boston or NYC. Well now you should think of the beautiful Golden state.
Another fun fact for you. Did you know that less than 1% of our country's population serves in the military? That is just mind boggling to me. Less than ONE PERCENT. The safety and defence of our country is solely on their shoulders. Yes, we have the FBI and CIA and all those other acronyms to back us up. But the men and women in uniform, the less than 1%, are the people that are doing the actual fighting.
And therein lies our problems, ladies and gentlemen. The general civilian population doesn't grasp the military lifestyle. A man that works at a bank and has never had a conversation with a Soldier or a Marine has no idea what they go through on a daily basis. So for that banker, the wars we are fighting are just something that he hears about on the news. The conflicts that our fighting men and women face is not 'real' to other.
The loss we (I say we because we all feel like a huge family) feel is not as real to them. Yesterday, at the Frankfurt airport, two hours from my town, 2 U.S. Airmen were killed and 2 more injured. My heart broke for the families that would be getting the dreaded knock on the door. I could hear it and feel it, like it was my own fate. Because, one of these days, it might be. My husband wears ACUs with a beautiful Red White and Blue flag on his left shoulder. Every day. And because of that, he is hated around the world. And he bares that hate so so many others do not have to.
And I get that. That is why we call them heroes.
Yes, heroes. And protesting at their funeral is just wrong. I do not care what the Supreme Court decided. And it kills me that such hatred is freely spewed on the men and women that defend their freedom. I am not a nice person. So I want to tell them all to go to Hell, on the first train or plane or broomstick that is available.
But right on for Justie Alito. He was the only Justice that voted against that sad excuse of a church. For that, he has earned my respect.
And right on Patriot Guard Riders, for their amazing selfless service to our fallen heroes. They are proof to me and the military community, that the job our servicemembers do is appreciated. The Riders warm my heart.
Did you know that according to the 2000 Census, California has more Irish Americans than any other state? Pretty cool for this California girl! And interesting, because when you think Irish American, you usually think Boston or NYC. Well now you should think of the beautiful Golden state.
Another fun fact for you. Did you know that less than 1% of our country's population serves in the military? That is just mind boggling to me. Less than ONE PERCENT. The safety and defence of our country is solely on their shoulders. Yes, we have the FBI and CIA and all those other acronyms to back us up. But the men and women in uniform, the less than 1%, are the people that are doing the actual fighting.
And therein lies our problems, ladies and gentlemen. The general civilian population doesn't grasp the military lifestyle. A man that works at a bank and has never had a conversation with a Soldier or a Marine has no idea what they go through on a daily basis. So for that banker, the wars we are fighting are just something that he hears about on the news. The conflicts that our fighting men and women face is not 'real' to other.
The loss we (I say we because we all feel like a huge family) feel is not as real to them. Yesterday, at the Frankfurt airport, two hours from my town, 2 U.S. Airmen were killed and 2 more injured. My heart broke for the families that would be getting the dreaded knock on the door. I could hear it and feel it, like it was my own fate. Because, one of these days, it might be. My husband wears ACUs with a beautiful Red White and Blue flag on his left shoulder. Every day. And because of that, he is hated around the world. And he bares that hate so so many others do not have to.
And I get that. That is why we call them heroes.
Yes, heroes. And protesting at their funeral is just wrong. I do not care what the Supreme Court decided. And it kills me that such hatred is freely spewed on the men and women that defend their freedom. I am not a nice person. So I want to tell them all to go to Hell, on the first train or plane or broomstick that is available.
But right on for Justie Alito. He was the only Justice that voted against that sad excuse of a church. For that, he has earned my respect.
And right on Patriot Guard Riders, for their amazing selfless service to our fallen heroes. They are proof to me and the military community, that the job our servicemembers do is appreciated. The Riders warm my heart.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
#93
I finished a book today, called 'The Savior'. And I gotta say, it was odd. The book takes place in WWII in Germany. A German man is a violinist who is ordered to play at a concentration camp... Yeah, it is just weird. But I kept thinking, 'ok, any second now, there is going to be a turning point. Or some humanity will be shown. Something.' Nope, nothing. The book ends with the Jews he played for being shot, and then he goes home.
Ok, there is more to it. But sadly, not that much more. Like I said - Odd.
And for your Irish lesson!
Erin's flag is a tricolor; green, white and orange (In that order from the flagpole out)
The meanings of the colors is believed to be:
[The green represents the older Gaelic and Anglo-Norman element in the population, while the orange represents the Protestant planter stock, supporters of William of Orange. The meaning of the white was well expressed by Meagher when he introduced the flag. "The white in the centre", he said, "signifies a lasting truce between the ‘Orange’ and the ‘Green’ and I trust that beneath its folds the hands of the Irish Protestant and the Irish Catholic may be clasped in heroic brotherhood." ]
[It was not until the Rising of 1916, when it was raised above the General Post Office in Dublin, that the tricolour came to be regarded as the national flag. It rapidly gained precedence over any flag which had existed before, and its use as a national flag is enshrined in the Constitution.]
Yeah, I copied that from another website, http://www.ireland-information.com/reference/names.html, but I promise I did know it already! And now you can say you know it as well!
Ok, there is more to it. But sadly, not that much more. Like I said - Odd.
And for your Irish lesson!
Erin's flag is a tricolor; green, white and orange (In that order from the flagpole out)
The meanings of the colors is believed to be:
[The green represents the older Gaelic and Anglo-Norman element in the population, while the orange represents the Protestant planter stock, supporters of William of Orange. The meaning of the white was well expressed by Meagher when he introduced the flag. "The white in the centre", he said, "signifies a lasting truce between the ‘Orange’ and the ‘Green’ and I trust that beneath its folds the hands of the Irish Protestant and the Irish Catholic may be clasped in heroic brotherhood." ]
[It was not until the Rising of 1916, when it was raised above the General Post Office in Dublin, that the tricolour came to be regarded as the national flag. It rapidly gained precedence over any flag which had existed before, and its use as a national flag is enshrined in the Constitution.]
Yeah, I copied that from another website, http://www.ireland-information.com/reference/names.html, but I promise I did know it already! And now you can say you know it as well!
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