Tempis Fugit

I think that's how you spell it - time flys. On my downtime at work I was looking at grad announcements to order for my daughter - my baby girl - who at this time next year will be a college freshman. I'm so not the emotional type - I didn't even cry when I saw E.T. - but for some reason this graduation is getting to me. Perhaps because she's struggling to make it (through every fault of her own I might add), or maybe because my son did the G.E.D. thing and didn't have a high school graduation. But probably because it's times like this that I miss my dad - and my cousin Deb, who was my daughter's godmother. I even miss my former mil who passed this winter. It breaks my heart that my daughter never got to know her grandfather - who would have spoiled her rotten and whom she would have adored endlessly. So this Easter weekend, while I'm running around, I'm going to make a stop at the cemetary, to visit my dad's grave, and bring him a picture of the granddaughter he never got to met, in her cap & gown.

Better late than never

Slainte!
Spent the past weekend cooking lots of corned beef, cabbage, colcannon and soda bread for this dive bar we all know and love. Tried to take video via my piece o'shit cell phone:

Best Idea Ever

My friends at Guinness have teamed up with my friends at A-B to make March 17th a national holiday. Here, in California, we celebrate two different New Year's, the births of a variety of persons important and not and, of course, Halloween. There are months when I think my daughter has more holidays, than school days. So why not add St. Paddy's day to the mix? A decent percentage of the population leaves work early that day to drink - and arrives late the next morning due to drinking - why not cut our losses and just give in to the joy of the day?