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I've been thinking about posting for some time now but realistically I have nothing to say. Complain about work, complain about school, wish for all to be done, panic that I need every second to get things done, frustration over wedding, excitement for wedding to be over, panic that I need every second to get wedding things done. Thats my life in a nutshell.
In the meantime, I've accomplished several things this week, not the least of which were tackling invitations, cleaning the mess I've created by doing nothing but wedding things and school things, beginning papers and getting head starts on those and having other things fall into place.
Tonight, we had a post St Patricks Day party with a group that many of my family patriarchs have been involved in throughout the years. We put together a corned beef, cabbage, potato dinner with shepherds pie on the side, Irish beer, and light shamrock shaped butter cookies. For entertainment, we brought in a friend of my brothers, the friend's cousin and a violinist they play with, all otherwise known as the band The Stoneclover, who played authentic Irish music and told corny jokes, laughed, enjoyed, raved over the fare and were overall a good bunch of fun. Sometime ask me and I'll tell you some of the fantastically corny jokes they told.....
At anyrate when home, we all got to talking about things and I was trying to explain to my brother one of the bases of my final papers and he was trying to offer some sort of advice on where to get information on this topic and when my mom walked in she joins with him in playing with a scene from "Bride of Frankenstein" that my brother was trying to convey. They go back and forth with this for a while with me looking them like they're off their rockers, and finally my brother sighs and the following scene ensues.
Brother turns to mom: "Ah, You should have taught me to read"
Mom: "You can read?"
Brother: "Huh?"
Dad, randomly wandering into the room: "He was waiting on the movie."
Mom: "That's what I said!"
Brother: "Told you."
All this takes place in perfect 30 second timing. Good fun. The dog groaned and went to bed. And none of it was any help to my paper.
Anyhow. It is now time for sleep, way too late. I've been trying to consistently get up in the morning to make myself keep to a schedule but it's hard on late nights like these. Til another time.
In the meantime, I've accomplished several things this week, not the least of which were tackling invitations, cleaning the mess I've created by doing nothing but wedding things and school things, beginning papers and getting head starts on those and having other things fall into place.
Tonight, we had a post St Patricks Day party with a group that many of my family patriarchs have been involved in throughout the years. We put together a corned beef, cabbage, potato dinner with shepherds pie on the side, Irish beer, and light shamrock shaped butter cookies. For entertainment, we brought in a friend of my brothers, the friend's cousin and a violinist they play with, all otherwise known as the band The Stoneclover, who played authentic Irish music and told corny jokes, laughed, enjoyed, raved over the fare and were overall a good bunch of fun. Sometime ask me and I'll tell you some of the fantastically corny jokes they told.....
At anyrate when home, we all got to talking about things and I was trying to explain to my brother one of the bases of my final papers and he was trying to offer some sort of advice on where to get information on this topic and when my mom walked in she joins with him in playing with a scene from "Bride of Frankenstein" that my brother was trying to convey. They go back and forth with this for a while with me looking them like they're off their rockers, and finally my brother sighs and the following scene ensues.
Brother turns to mom: "Ah, You should have taught me to read"
Mom: "You can read?"
Brother: "Huh?"
Dad, randomly wandering into the room: "He was waiting on the movie."
Mom: "That's what I said!"
Brother: "Told you."
All this takes place in perfect 30 second timing. Good fun. The dog groaned and went to bed. And none of it was any help to my paper.
Anyhow. It is now time for sleep, way too late. I've been trying to consistently get up in the morning to make myself keep to a schedule but it's hard on late nights like these. Til another time.