What’s on the iPod: Galway Girl by Mundy
Cead Mile Failte!
What a day. I wait 364 days for today, and when it arrives, it’s like Christmas. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone! I’ll be celebrating at my favorite haunt. If you live nearby, stop in. I’d love to celebrate with you.
Two years ago, I was toasting my great-uncle Ray Gallagher, who had passed just a week prior to St. Paddy’s day. This year, I’ll be toasting the last of my grandmother’s siblings — Les Gallagher, who departed this world July 2013 at the age of 95. He was a WWII veteran and a pilot for Pan Am (remember that one?). As one of the best-loved uncles in the family, he will have the day dedicated to him as his own unofficial wake. We were lucky to be blessed with his good humor and sharp wit.
I’ll also be toasting a dear friend who just passed last week all too soon. She graced us with a fantastic sense of humor and a smile for everyone. She was just 51 and she was one of my sister’s close friends. Deb Wiester, we miss you.
Oh, but that’s not all today brings. In 2006, I started a blog. It was a whim — I wanted to try this online journaling thing everyone was talking about. I didn’t plan it to be on my favorite day, but fate stepped in.
Eight years later, we have a habit.
Even though I’m not around today, I couldn’t let the day pass without saying thank you. It’s because of you – my friends – that this blog is here. Thank you for contributing, for interacting, and for making this a lively, wonderful place for me to see my virtual friends every day.
My gift to you: an Irish blessing.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.”
And a joke, of course. 🙂
And a joke, of course. 🙂
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One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints, and were stuck in the thick head.
The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust. The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer, and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened.
The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer, and started yelling, “SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!!”
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone!
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