I bet I know what Hiram's doing today....
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I bet I know what Hiram's doing today....
"It may be that your soul purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others" ~Steven Wright~I'm in my own little Lat/Lon
“Danse avec les Arbres”
Shoveling his Jeep out of 6 inches of slush?
DNFTT! DNFTT! DNFTT!
"The funniest thing about this particular signature is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's to late to stop reading it..."
noooooo... the jeep drove out just fine. (I backed into the parking space enough so that I had a lil more momentum to break through what the plow trucks piled in front of me this time.... it never fails every time it snows hard enough to plow, I'm parked at the end of the parking lot where they pile everything up...)
but anyways...
HAPPY BEER DAY!!!
(my favorite glass will be gettin it's fair share of use today)
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
I have working to wire a new Irish Pub in downtown Bangor over the last few weeks. They opened the doors this very morning for their grand opening. 6 am to be exact. I was there on the corner stool with a black and tan to start the day off right. With a Smithwicks as a follow up, my day was starting fine. I'm headed back down there in a little while if anyone would care to join me.
Happy Trails!
"It may be that your soul purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others" ~Steven Wright~I'm in my own little Lat/Lon
“Danse avec les Arbres”
Sheesh! I'm glad I'm not Irish - I hate Guinness! (I like Scotch, though - the maltier the better - it's in the genes, I guess...)
But I do LOVE corned beef, and we often make our own. Can't compare with the packaged stuff.
Sheesh! I'm always up for a reason to eat and drink! Anyone else want to contribute a national/ethnic holiday so we can party some more? LOL!
My Dad is 100% Irish. We're (hopefully) going to Ireland in 2009.
a few Irish Blessings...
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
May you be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead
May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck,
brightened by a song in your heart,
and warmed by the smiles of the people you love
If God sends you down a stony path,
may he give you strong shoes (and a Garmin)
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
And finally (For Hiram) :
An Irish Pub Joke...
An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman go into a pub. Each orders a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down and land-- one, two, three-- in each of the pints.
The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another... the Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs, and takes a long swallow.
The Irishman reaches in to the glass, grabs the fly between his fingers and shakes him as hard as he can, shouting 'Spit it out, ya bloody bastard! Spit it out!'
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