Emeril and Rachel Ray

Down in Barnegat last night, the recipes for chocolate delicacies kept the chefs busy in the kitchen... (I was purely an onlooker.)

Spring! Fabulous!

I'm so happy that SPRING has finally sprung. However, it doesn't really feel that springy outside. None of that mellow warmth you like in spring. Just a biting wind. Maybe not bitter cold anymore, but still... it seems that March wants to go OUT like a lion, not like a lamb. We have a few days still, though.

Anyway, you can talk about the weather, but you can't do anything about it.

Today is the first day of spring break. YAY! Frank went to work like always, and Frankie started his job in construction for the season -- although he and Nick also have Golf team practice this week coming up, so he won't be working all that much. I'm not sure how much his boss is going to appreciate that. Nick of course will be sleeping all day, so it's like I have the house to myself again. YAY!

And like all vacation weeks, the days are stretching out before me endlessly... I have SO many plans, I plan on getting SO MUCH done... and chances are, like always, it won't happen. TAXES, though. TAXES MUST GET DONE. And badges. And drawings for Mansi's book -- one of my aftercare kiddies wrote a great book, and I'm doing the illustrations. I have to get them done before the end of this week.

So what I have to do is stop blogging for now so that I can get going on the work that needs to get done. The computer is as bad as books or the TV for absorbing all of my time. Which is maybe why I love it!

Boys

 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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St. Patrick's Day is one of my favorite holidays, which is odd, considering I'm not Irish. For some reason, everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's day. Also odd -- I can't think of other holidays specifically celebrating another nationality that everyone celebrates here as much as St. Patrick's day.

What is St. Patrick's Day all about, you ask? Basically, everyone wears green. You can be Irish today even if you aren't Irish. I have a lot of Irish friends, and I do love the music. I don't drink beer, but Tea is pretty Irish too. I've started liking Corned Beef and Cabbage -- so that's what I'm cooking tonight -- but the kids won't eat it.

So anyway, Here's wishin' ye the luck of the Irish!

More from the Saw Doctors...

... in honor of St. Patrick's Day...

Almost like Being There

Actually, this is a snip from the concert they did in Galway, but it is just like last night. Actually, the only difference -- even the size of the crowd seems about the same to me, but you know I'm numbers challenged -- the only difference is that in the middle, they didn't play "I wanna be Sedated." They played the Beastie Boys, "You gotta fight, for your right, to PARTY." It was really cool.

Here we are at the Concert

 

Good Crowd

 
Plenty of people -- each spending at least $6.00/beer, not to mention the cost of the tickets in the first place...

The Saw Doctors rock!

 

We had a great spot, standing on the landing of the stairs for the emergency exit. It was perfect because we were above the heads of everyone in front of us, and we had a rail to lean on. You couldn't get any better than that! They really were great, and everyone was in a rockin' mood. I love the fact that the Saw Doctors attract such a diverse crowd. There was old people AND teenagers down in the mosh pit in front of the stage (although I must admit, moshing was not allowed.) (And I did see one old man carried out in a stretcher, it looked like he broke a leg.) (Even without moshing.)

Hard Rock Cafe, Manhattan

 
We finished the night at the Hard Rock Cafe, which was right next door. It was the perfect opportunity, especially since at that time of night it wasn't as extremely crowded. We looked for Pearl Jam (briefly) but didn't find anything; Frank is looking at some Who memorabilia.

No, well, actually, we finished the night by walking to the train station, then waiting in the midst of a smorgasbord of humanity -- including very entertaining drunk 20 somethings sacked out in the floor -- for a half hour for a train. When the train track was announced at 12:45, we ran for the track, and made it in time to get a seat. The train seemed to never reach a speed above 20 mph and it took forever to get home. I was gasping for breath the whole time, because in spite of the ban on cigarette smoking, there is no ban on really strong perfume, and the lady in front of me, well WHOA! I dozed off on the train for a few minutes and when Frank woke me because our stop was coming up -- he could see the Galaxy Diner out the window -- I may have snapped at him a bit. Why does the end of the night seem to take FOREVER? I couldn't wait to get to bed.

Sawdoctors Concert Tonight!

 

I imagine it's very lame of me to be posting all these pictures of myself. See the questions below....

Who Am I?

Here are the questions running through my brain today.

Who are you? Who do you look like? Who do you think you look like? Who do you think you THINK you look like?



And, am I too young to wear THIS outfit? (Photo to follow.)


And, if people tell you that you look like your grandmother, is that actually a good thing in some ways?





I'll post again tomorrow. I hope.

Escape into a BLOG

Beside the Stream is a blog I just found through a link from the Confessions of a Pioneer Woman blog. These two blogs are similar in some ways. I love them both.

I've been reading Pioneer Woman for quite a while now. She blogs about her life on a cattle ranch in Texas. It's a really great blog, quite an escape, because she has such an interesting life -- so unlike my life, or anyone I know about. Of course, she's also really popular. She will get 300 comments on almost every post. So if you add in the people like me, who read but don't comment -- wow, she's got some readers.

Beside the Stream, on the other hand, isn't that well known yet. It probably will be, though. It's another escape fantasy. The "stream" is a beautiful place in Colorado. The photos and the stories are lovely.

I wish I could write about my amazing life in this glorious area. Well, I guess I can. The suburbs are quite fascinating in their own little way. No one is going to read MY blog and start daydreaming about moving here for the good life, though!

Snow Drop

OK, like I said, it's a rerun. I took this one last year. It's a good one, though.

Actually, though, in spite of the following posts,

it really feels like Spring has Sprung.

Today was lovely and mild. I didn't even really need a coat in the afternoon. I hope the week lasts like this.

SIGNS OF SPRING:
... ONE OR TWO SNOW DROPS AND CROCUSES... (maybe I'll post the photo I took last year. Would anyone mind if it was a rerun?)

... SHORTS ARE APPEARING...
The boys start Golf team at school on Friday. They both bought plaid shorts to wear. Very stylish. Nick tried his on this evening. Frankie put his shorts on after school today.

... MUD... the yard is a bit swampy. Not frozen.

...AN URGE TO GARDEN... for the first time in ages, I really took a look at the yard and the garden. It's pretty messy. I haven't been in the mood to garden in a while. This might be my year; maybe I'll plant new perennials... maybe I can start some peas...

...THE CHRISTMAS WREATH ON THE HOUSE IS STARTING TO LOOK TACKY... Ok, I know I should have taken it down. But I really liked it. Today, I didn't like it anymore. So I have to take it down now.

Nick at Bell Ayre Ski Mountain

 

Here's my baby alone on the mountain. (Well, his Dad was there, he took the picture.) But it's quite cold and solitary and severe and beautiful out there, isn't it? He really enjoyed skiing.

Nick and his Dad

This is about the only picture I got of Frankie.

 

Just the back of Frankie as he skiis away with his friends...
He had a great time.
He was the one in blue.
He skiis really well now. As they say, he's BEAST.
Yes, that is what they say.

Snow Day HOORAY!

 

Frankie's Eagle Project

Did I mention that Frankie was working on his Eagle Project?
Anyway, his project was to collect toys for the hospital.
He delivered the toys today. He did very very well... I was very proud of him.
He managed to get donations of everything that the hospital had written down on their "wish list"... and then some.
Thank you to EVERYONE who contributed!