Top o' the Morning, A St. Patrick's Day MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m very minimally Irish, but I do love corned beef. My mom came over this weekend and ate dinner with us. It was incredible because she hasn’t been able to eat with us - or eat much at all - since Christmas. We pretty much destroyed a whole thing of corned beef, a bag of new potatoes, a half a head of cabbage and most of a loaf of soda bread, then had lemon cake for dessert. 'Twas delicious and worth the stomach ache the next day.

Though Daylight Saving is never, ever worth the discombobulation the next day. I have never in my life been so affected by the time change until now (though I think yesterday had something to do with the two glasses of red wine I had the night before). I am struggling, though I can’t figure out how much of that is brain fog from eating garbage vs. brain fog from wine vs. brain fog from tiredness. I think it’s a combo.

Nonetheless, it’ll ease up. Eventually. And I hadn’t had corned beef in a decade - it was fabulous.

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Seven loaves of 'nanner bread are baking. Don’t be too impressed - 6 of them are mini-loaves and one is regular size, so I could have had 8 minis. Anyway, once they’re done, I’m heading out to play in the dirt for a while.

I have a hunk of corned beef in the freezer - I’m thinking I’ll make it tomorrow, since it’s going to be dreary and rainy and cold and I won’t be going anywhere. I’ve got spuds and carrots and cabbage - sounds like a plan.

FCD just left for daughter’s school - she’s using his 3-D printer for a class project and the replacement print head was just delivered. So much for his nap. :wink: That means I’m without adult supervision for a few hours. Like that’s significant… < snerk >

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I get my second COVID jab on St. Patrick’s Day. I plan on wearing a green t shirt with a car face wearing sparkly 4 leaf clover shades. The caption is “ you had me at shenanigans.”

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Not Irish, as far as I know: Dad’s side was English (Cornish), French, and a few other things, but not Irish. I went to Catholic school, and our uniforms were blue, but there was a large Irish contingent–school was mostly Italian, Polish, Irish), and of course shamrocks are fun, so we pinned cardboard shamrocks onto our uniforms. Also, the Irish kids pinched us if we didn’t. Moooom, you went to Catholic school but didn’t wear uniforms, or how was it kids came in wearing orange? Coats?

Because I’m Chicago Italian, I’ll wear red on Friday, St. Joseph’s Day, and eat something Italian. I loved St. Joseph’s Day as a kid because Mom bought zeppole at the Italian bakery. Yum. I think zeppole is more of a Sicilian dessert, and Mom was raised dirt poor (few sweets) on the mainland, but she was big on traditions and had dear Sicilian friends.

St. Joe’s Day is not a big deal in Italy. In fact, it seems to be just a Chicago thing.

I shall buy some corned beef today because I love it so. Mom’s family cooked it with garlic and hot peppers. :slight_smile: I have nothing green to wear, though. Maybe I’ll wear a party hat to celebrate Pearl’s birthday.

flyboy, loved the cartoon, and that’s you to a T.

wordy, they ought to call this National Discombobulated Week. I’m glad it helps shoe and others to have more light in the evening, but I could NOT get to sleep last night, and today I’m still looking at the time and saying, “What?! So late already?”

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The closest I get to Irish is being from Chicago, where they dump green dye into an already green river.

In three hours and six minutes, I’m scheduled to see my surgeon to have the drain removed and see how things are going overall. No, I’m not at all anxious to get rid of it…

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I’ve got a lot of Irish in me from my mother’s side of the family. She told me once that there was even an Irish earl back there somewhere in time. Not that I have any more info than that.
I assume that her family came to this country during the potato famine. is it too last to expect reparations from the queen?
On my father’s side - who knows. Every time anybody would ask we’d get a different answer. Makes me think there was someone back there that he was ashamed of. Considering how racist my family was/is, I wouldn’t be surprised. If you ever say a picture of his mother, my grandmother, your first reaction would be that she was native American. Someday I’ll prolly spend the money and get on Ancestry.com and see what I can find out.
Anyway, I lurves me some corned beef, and in Orygun the only time you’ll find any in the stores is around St. Paddy’s day, for some stupid reason. I found some at Costco last month at ~$5.50/lb and was glad to get it. (We ate it already) :unamused:.

Before I saw the nominal topic fr this week I had a thought rolling around my head about a post. I was washing dishes this morning and looking out the kitchen window at the birds in the yard going about their birdy business and thinking “life is good”.
Which brought me around to the thought that I’m fed up with Grey’s Anatomy. Every time they have a character that I get to liking, they kill them. :rage: Wifey still likes that show so I suppose I’ll see more of it, but I won’t enjoy it.

Glad to hear you’re finally getting undrained, Gotti.

I hate DST too.

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My wife is third generation and is very much in touch with her Polish roots. We make a lot of traditional Polish dishes throughout the year (perogi, mushroom soup, krushciki, etc.). She also spent a lot of time studying the language through online programs and has read a lot of history books about the country and the people. If you want to read a really interesting book about a very unusual Polish hero, try The Polish Prince, which is about Thaddeus Kosciuszko. I think her family was from the Poznan area, but I suspect that her grandmother may have been German (last name Jaeger).

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My dad’s parents emigrated from Jeżowe, Poland in the early 1900s. I don’t know when or from where Mom’s grandparents came, but I’m pretty sure it was also the first decade of the 1900s because her parents were born 1911 and 1913 in Baltimore. The few Polish recipes I have came from Dad’s mom, except for the mushrooms and onions in sour cream - I found that myself! My maternal grandmother didn’t make many traditional dishes, tho she was a heck of a soup-maker!

My dad’s first name was Thaddeus. He and my uncle Mike did a Polka radio show in the 70s and 80s, and Dad would do essays on Polish history, customs, and people - I’m pretty sure he did one on Kosciuszko.

I just moved close to a ton of dirt, one cartload at a time. My raised bed is filled and ready for tomorrow’s and Thursday’s rain. I walked over it trying to tamp down the dirt, so I’m hoping the rain will show where I need some more.

The mini-loaves are wrapped and in the freezer - I now know that one recipe of my 'nanner bread will fill 8 of the little loaf pans. I pulled the corned beef brisket out of the freezer to be cooked tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, I get Roxy. SIL is getting his plague shot courtesy of the Navy base - they want to get him back to work. That means I’ll be transitioning back into grandmother mode soon. I just renewed my museum membership - I foresee lots of trips there.

But now - what to do for supper? We may graze. Or pizza? Hmmmm…

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I remember it was just before one St. Patrick’s day I spent an evening in a Galway pub, arguing with several Irishmen that St. Patrick was Italian.

At first they strongly objected, then they bought me enough Guinness that I disappeared into a corner and quieted down.

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Remember that the last Queen of Hawai’i was Irish. Lily O’Killarney.

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Why does Google think I’m a potato farmer? I keep seeing ads urging me to “fight blight and white mold” and showing me potato carnage. I haven’t googled either potatoes nor pesticides, nor have I posted about them.

@FairyChatMom, my post was so long, you probably skipped it, but I really am curious: How did kids wear orange to your Catholic school? Did you not have to wear uniforms? Or did the nun get irate about orange outerwear?

Gotti, hope the drain removal went smoothly and painlessly.

OK, that made me chuckle.

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I mentioned that but I didn’t see if FCM did also. My Catholic grade school didn’t have uniforms until long after I graduated in 1973. A few kids would show up with an orange shirt, etc. I doubt very much that it meant anything other than “Let’s rile up Sr. Nora.” Catholic high schools had uniforms (at least, the all-girl schools did).

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I know we look a lot alike, but it was Miss_Owl who posted about the nun and the orange. (She snuck in as I was writing.) :wink: FWIW, these were our uniforms - 7th and 8th grade girls got to wear skirts instead of the jumpers. Navy blue and white, and either black and white saddle shoes or brown oxfords. White socks. Navy blue sweater. Period. No other colors.
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That was the first day of 8th grade for me, 1st grade for my sister Kathy. She never knew the joy of the bow tie:
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FCD had breakfast for supper, I had soup. The dishwasher is sloshing along and I’m about to assume the recline position. I need to rest up for the RoxStar tomorrow.

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I’m sure there’s a bunch of Irish in me. My Great grandmother was a Sullivan from “east o’ Bos” not East Boston. I never knew why she had the distinction, but it was always there. The rest of the family is mostly english and mutt.

We can trace the family back to an immigrant in 1632, coincidently with my same name. I’m something like the 14th of the same name in the line, but my parents didn’t know it when they named me. My mom just liked the name.

Slow day here at the paintchange abode. The sciatica is bad today, so no ventures out of the house, haven’t even unlocked the door. Tomorrow includes a meeting with the owner of what used to be my regular bar to talk about me building some new stuff for him.

Happy monday, and stay safe, all.

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Soccer practice got cancelled as the city closed the fields after rain this afternoon (it’s perfectly clear right now, but they do fuss over them a lot…). So dropped off a couple of things and picked up dinner at Culver’s (I’m coming around on those butterburgers). Evening will be internettin’ and readin’.

All y’all have a good one now.

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If it hadn’t been for Koscuszko, it’s quite likely that America would still be under British rule. The man had a genius for engineering and defensive tactics and Washington relied upon him implicitly. He’s been forgotten in American lore about the Revolutionary War, but he was one of the true heroes from another country who believed in what America was fighting for. There is a statue of him at West Point.

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:raises a glass of Jameson to doggio:

nut, you may well be one of the last of us to be jabbed, but it’s likely due to your relative youth (IIRC, you’re a bit younger than the average Mumper).

Glad you’re getting some hardware removed gotti.

My maternal grandmother’s father emigrated from Ireland with a side trip through England first. He stayed in Boston for a couple of years before finding his way to the hills of east Tennessee as a carpenter in a coal mine. He met my hillbilly grandmother there and they swapped fiddle tunes (they both played) and had nine children together. My maternal grandfather was of German and French ancestry. On Dad’s side, my great grandparents, along with my grandfather, emigrated from Lviv in what was then Poland, but is now in Ukraine. His mother’s father was a German immigrant and her mother was of Scots-Irish and German ancestry. I guess that makes me an all American mutt. :smiley:

Our uniforms in school were blue with yellow and white plaid, but, like others, we wore paper shamrocks on St. Pat’s. We were a mostly Irish, German, Czech and Polish lot. The county where I grew up was named for General Koskiusko (sic) and the county seat where I went to school was Warsaw. We definitely learned about him in history.

I’ve never cared much for corned beef, so bacon and cabbage is on the menu for Wednesday, along with some good whisky. :smiley:

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

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D’oh! I obviously got you two confused, FCM and Ms. Owl. I guess it’s because you both survived Catholic school AND are both such class acts.

That’s interesting that your school didn’t require you wear uniforms, Ms. Owl. My school was like FCM’s. (LOVED those photos, BTW!) The boys wore navy blue pants, light blue shirts, navy blue ties. In first through sixth grades, girls wore blue plaid jumpers, white blouses, and red ties. In 7th and 8th grades, girls wore blue plaid skirts. We girls could wear white, blue, grey, or black socks or tights, no other colors. Oh, and we girls wore blue plaid beanies, mainly to Mass and for formal events like First Confirmation.

Oh, how we girls loathed those uniforms! Itchy and hot in warm weather, cold in winter. I will say this, though: we had no clue which kids were poor and which weren’t.

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Another short day. I napped, and had more weird dreams. I was being attacked by snakes at Lowe’s, and I couldn’t find my car. : squints at swampy and his Mob girlfriend :
Also, Alex Catt is on THE LIST. She jumped up, knocked my beer onto my keyboard, and clawed me on the way down to the floor. Anybody want a cat? I know a guy in the shipping industry. :wink:

:smiley: :smiley:

I’m Polish on my mother’s side, and Irish/German on Dad’s.

PEARL!
: tacklehug :

Slánte! :tumbler_glass: :four_leaf_clover: :four_leaf_clover: :four_leaf_clover: :ireland: :ireland: :ireland:

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Surgeons waste no time. As I was laying down on the exam table, he already had instruments in his hands. Snip, yoink! Not even a “Ready?” or “This may feel a bit weird…”

On the way home, I got a simultaneous phone call and text from the county. They leapfrogged an entire eligibility category, and PWAISDN and I, and his housemate all now have vaccine appointments for Wednesday. Today was supposed to be the start of 50+ with certain health issues. They dropped the health issues, so no wondering if my heart surgery last year qualified or not.