May good luck be with you Wherever you go , And your blessing outnumber The shamrocks that grow.
How could you not?
Don’t be fool by the Mouse with Big Ears
This Irish “shite” is mad scary. Nightmares for months as a child! Also, made me fear anything white because the ghost in the movie (oh, there is a ghost or fairy warlock or something) materializes out of white walls, or is white, or something to do with white. All I know is that when I google imaged this bastard, I dry heaved for a second of two.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day week
This may be EXACTLY how I want my Birthday Cake to look….
Caption:Shamrock Shake Cupcakes from Natalie at Oven Love
Here we are salivating once again at the thought of consuming delights. Times like these I wish I had a kitchen. Now it’s only
5, 4 , three days until the glorious moments I step on the Isle of Manhattan and I can’t think of a better way to get excited that to eat. These are our childhoods in a (cupcake) cup. Allow me…. Remember those McDonald’s Minty Shamrock Shake Swirls? Well here they are, but at this point, you can sink you chompers into them. So grab and Irish coffee and kick back, we’re only 72 hours/beers away…
Highest Density of Irish People. Perfect.
Four cases from now, I’ll be flying to NYC. And I could use about two of them right now….
To cure a fever, place the person on the shore when the tide is coming in. When the tide begins to go back out, the retreating waves will carry away the disease and the fever.
The shoe of a horse or an ass nailed to the doorpost will bring good luck. However, it must be found and not given by another person.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral brought to you by Jameson
May you be half an hour in Heaven
Before the Devil knows you’re dead.
It is not safe to pick up an unbaptized child without making the sign of the cross.
Days Until Operation Irish Adventure
Well first there was
Now we got
200, 75, 30, 10, 7 days. Seven glorious, lushly green days until I take off for the equally green jungle of glorious New York.
Be prepared for many, many pictures of Dublin until the Feast of Saint Padraig
Am I there yet?
Lovely day for a….
As an homage to my forefathers, and their forefathers and their pessimistic mothers with wide side hips, I will be doing a countdown to St. Patrick’s Day, using blessings, superstitions and charming sayings. Today’s superstition is:
If you want to know the name of the person you are to marry, put a snail on a plate sprinkled with flour. Cover the plate and leave it overnight. In the morning the initial of the person will be on the plate, traced by the snail.
Thank god we made whiskey and Guinness or else everyone would hate us (read: like they do the French)
Cities Where I’ve Spent St Patrick’s Day:
- The Womb (Birthday: March 20th)
- North of Boston Suburbs (for about 15 years)
- The Flower show in Boston in 9th Grade
- Chicago (Underage, of Age, Actually of Age)
- Sion Switzerland (50%)
- Paris France (50%)
- New York (soon to be)