Author: The Jody

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!

[Last Night, Typed in on my SideKick]:
I’m at the Filene’s in Leominster, waiting for the other blogger chicks on North Central Mass to meet me. I’m not entirely sure how this will work because I’ve never done this before, but it beats doing the dishes and laundry!

I got here a little too early and realized there are two doors on the side we said we’d meet. Uh oh. So I went for the one I thought Christine meant but that means I’m standing here in the Junior section. I am so conspicuous it hurts.

I wandered to the other door but you have to pass through the cosmetics section and I was terrified they were going to take one look at me and wrestle me to the ground so they can give me a makeover.

[Today]:
What fun! North Central MA blogging chix rule! Thanks to Christine, Robin and Butterstar for getting together over an Orange Julius! As an update for them – I got stuck standing outside in the wind and cold for 20 minutes waiting for the dog to poop after I got back. Again, I ask, I have a dog why?