Author: The Jody

I went to The Bagel Inn this morning and the scone of the day was pistachio (you know, green). I love their pistachio scones. The coffee flavor I got was a little iffy, but drinkable. I brought it home instead of eating/drinking there just because I would rather work now and have fun later, instead of the other way ’round.

Yesterday I told Junior that today he should wear green because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. The interesting thing about a kid this age is they either want lots of details or none. In this case, he didn’t even ask who St. Patrick was or why we’re celebrating his day. Just matter-of-fact acceptence.

I promptly forgot about it after that, and this morning I put out jeans and a blue long-sleeved shirt with a lizard on it. He came blazing into my room.

“Mom! I can’t wear that shirt, it isn’t green!”

“Oh wow, I forgot, let’s see if you have something green.”

We rummage. The only real green-green shirt he has is a turtleneck that is probably too small for him. I think it just comes to the waist of his pants, and who knows how tight the neck is. Plus, it’s going to be 60 today. I don’t want him to wear it but he insists. Then he finds a green pair of pants that almost matches the color of the shirt. He looks like a leprachaun, and I tell him so. He thinks that’s funny, and he also thinks (thanks Blue’s Clues!) that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is actually those foil covered chocolate coins, I believe aka gelt.

So he’s very green today, and proud of it. He’s actually one-sixteenth Irish. My great-grandmother (on my father’s side, his mother’s mother) was born in Ireland. Reason enough to celebrate, right?

Does anyone know what happened to Token Ramblings (still listed in my blogroll)?

I just realized the fatal flaw of being away from the house all day. See, I won’t run the dishwasher unless I’m hope, simply because of that one time the old dishwasher blew something and peed all over the floor. Well you can guess what’s coming next. I didn’t run the danged thing and it’s full. I hate that. Sure, I can run it tomorrow, but I was supposed to run it today. Never mind that I didn’t do the laundry, which had my only green shirt in it. So I won’t be “wearin the green” tomorrow. Not that anyone would really be seeing me, unless I turn on the webcam.

Okay, time to shut down the internet (okay, not the whole internet, just my current connection to it, silly) and bring the ‘puter up to bed with me. I’m doing some work for a friend and for my sister (two different people, although my sister is my friend) and I want to get a jump on it for tomorrow. I have a LOT to do tomorrow, meaning the closest I’ll probably get to the 60 degree air is sitting in front of an open window. Of course, after 14 years working in climate-controlled buildings, this is actually a very very good thing.

Wore a denim jacket today, and it was too much! It was almost 60 today! Woo hooooooo! Sorry I wasn’t here to write long paragraphs of important and tremendously funny stuff, but did you really think I was going to hang out in front of my computer today?

Actually, I had to go out to buy junior a spring jacket at Target. This whole having to dress a kid thing just doesn’t get easier. You’d think after 5 years it would occur to me that he’s not necessarily going to fit in last year’s stuff. Duh. Anyway, he’s all set, and we also picked up two pair of shorts, so if we have a freak heat wave like last year (remember, it was 90 degrees in May?) I’ll actually have clothes for him. I haven’t gone through all his summer clothes from last year but I know some of it will end up in the donation pile. Oh, and we have the official Red Sox shirt of the season. VERY cute. So I think I’ve spent enough on him for one weekend, thankyouverymuch.

IE crashed and I totally lost everything I was in the middle of writing here. I hate that more that I can possibly express to you. I don’t even remember everything I wrote here. I hate that even more.

It was good. It was amusing. I remember that much. I don’t know if it would have won me any awards, but I’m not in it for that. Well, okay, I am, but I’m also pretending to be modest.

Let’s see. I think I was talking about how tomorrow it’s going to hit 50, and then 60 on Monday, and 50 again on Tuesday, then I was claiming I was willing to do yardwork. But see, there’s still a foot of snow in the yard, so my claiming I would do it can’t be proved. You are just going to have to take my word for it. Instead, we can’t even go to the playground right now. So we and every other family in New England will be trying to figure out how to be outside enjoying the warmth without leaving paved areas. Or walking in the huge puddles formed by the melting snow. Feel free to post your ideas in the comments section.