Month: March 2006

I’m glad I’m not a politician or the President of a major corporation. Because I get mired in the mud of making simple decisions all the time. Some decisions I can make without a second thought. But when you find yourself unable to decide if you should cut your hair before vacation, you have a problem.

So here’s the thing – my looks okay right now. I’m not crazy about it, but it’s functional. (Heh). I love the way my current hairdresser colors it (although this last time we tried going darker and I don’t like it nearly as much) but I don’t think she can cut it at ALL. She is the winner of the “who can give Jody the oddest haircut ever” award for one she gave me about 3 months ago. So now I’m thinking I’ll just go to her for coloring and find someone else to give me cuts. Which is, by the way, a pain in the butt for me. But anyhoo…I have an appointment with her for the weekend before we go on vacation. I should probably get a cut between now and then, but I realized that I might want to put my hair in some kind of ponytail when we’re in Florida and right now it’s long enough to make one (just barely). So if I cut it at all, no ponytail. And that’s the current dilemma.

Do you see why you might not want to put me in charge of anything major?

Once I figure that out, I’ll work on the “should I bring a video camera or not” dilemma. (Video rocks, but that’s a whole extra piece of electronic equipment to keep track of, and really can only take one of them with me at a time if I don’t want to suffer back and shoulder problems. I’m old now, I have to be careful about how heavy my bag/purse/backpack is.)

I am crushed and heartbroken. I don’t know who I blame more for this happening – Adam or the Patriots’ front office for not making him a franchise player.

[Insert angry and sad face here]

You know, I really should pay more attention to the bloody groundhog’s predictions, you know? I believe “he” said there would be six more weeks of winter (i.e. no early spring). Damned if he wasn’t right on the money with the one, eh? It’s the first day of spring – there are only two weeks left to the month of March…and it’s not even forty flippin degrees. The high is only supposed to be 34 today. thirty four. But wait, there’s a wind, so it only feels like twenty one degrees.

On March 20th. The first day of Spring.

*sigh*

I know that on a Sunday afternoon, the best thing to ease you into Monday is a few pictures of our little love monkey Phantom, right?

I put a few new pictures up for you. Just click the Nose to see them.

Over the years, I watched St. Patrick’s Day come and go, but never felt connected to it. I never saw myself as Irish, mostly because growing up I was told that I only had a drop of Irish in me. But on my dad’s side, I was told I had a little bit of everything in me, so in my head I was half French, half this white blob of all mixed up stuff.

Since growing older and wiser and taking an interest in my own genealogy, the realization finally hit me…I have more Irish in me than most people celebrating the day…for goodness’ sake, my great-grandmother was born in Ireland! When does that get translated into “a drop”? My grandmother was half Irish, half Scottish (and those folks were far easier to research, by the way. Her mom died when she was very young, and I just don’t have as much background on my great grandmother, Ellen Mackay. Of course, the 1910 census has her being from Scotland, but I know that’s not true. My friend Sioux confirms that in the 1900 census, an Ellie McKay was living in Clinton, and she was from Ireland. I can’t verify that’s her, but the dates and ages, etc. are right. Poor woman was 28 and single back then. Her family must have assumed she’d be that way forever!

Anyhoo, kiss me, my great grandmother was Irish!