Blog roll please……

I love blogs.  They’re sort of like a modern day “Life” magazine inasmuch as you get a sneak peek at how other people live their lives.  Of course, ones that are relatable or aspirational are the ones that keep me coming back for more.

On that note, allow me to introduce the blogs in my blog roll:

Once Upon a Thai
Some of you may know Dreamy B.O.B., one of our street teamers. You would have seen him at Riverfeast or any number of our events around town.  It was imparted to me that Bob was hired specifically because of his “dreamy, good looks”.  Whether that was vicious rumor or fact, he was henceforth known as Dreamy B.O.B. around the station.  Now, Dreamy Bob and his equally attractive lady, Dreamy Emily, are living in Thailand.  I’ve not been to Thailand but the way they are describing it makes me want to go.  Big Time.

Big Daddy Thinks
Big Daddy is one of my besties.  She’s a tall, blonde from Idaho who goes with the flow and generally gets stuff done.  She’s irreverent, super smart, and just a great person to know.  Given those fine attributes, she makes a wonderful friend and THE perfect travel buddy.  She doesn’t know this yet but if everything falls into place, I might be racking up some time “Down Under”.  She needs to save her pennies for an airline ticket because she’s coming with…and we’re going to eat our way through Tasmania. 

Also, she operated the clapper board for the awesome local film Don’t Let The Riverbeast Get You.  And, even more –  her name is BIG DADDY!!!  Sooooo, check out her blog.  She recently uploaded some great photos of Cuba.

If you have any blogs that you love, definitely share them with me.

Happy Reading!

Irish Words of Wisdom on St Patrick’s Day

My mum’s family is from Ireland so St Patrick’s Day is kind of “our” holiday.  It was never a big drinking thing, more just a day to get together with everyone and have corned beef & cabbage…and maybe go to church.  Of course, you had to wear green & those little potted shamrocks dotted your kitchen windowsill.

My grandmother, a.k.a. my most favoritest person in the ENTIRE WORLD, was straight from Athlone.  She was super cool, very well read, and always had loads to say.  I am not sure if she ever kissed the Blarney Stone for her lovely gift of gab though…”kissing that buggy rock” is really for tourists.

When I was in my 20s, I was over my Grandmother’s house and we were watching some U2 video on Much Music.  At this point, I will say that the following item I am about to impart was strictly the opinion of my Irish born grandmother and not that of anybody else. I mean no ill will with her comments – it was purely sound dating advice that she felt she needed to pass on to me, being a lady of certain experiences:

“Never date an Irishman.  They’re all so cheap.  The only Irishmen you are allowed to date are U2.  We all know they have a lot of money so they can’t hide any of it from you.”.

I just sort of looked at her, narrowed my eyes, scrunched up my forehead, and said, “Ok. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”.

Sometimes, I wonder if Michael Flatley would’ve fallen into the U2 category…

I will conclude with some solid Irish advice that everybody can use:

Is minic a bhris beal duine a shron

(Many a man’s mouth broke his nose)