St. Patrick's Day

My family is like most families when it comes to St. Patrick's Day dinner. Every year my dad makes corned beef and cabbage. This is great, except that my sister and my mother do not like corned beef. I decided to be nice to them this year and I made the St. Patrick's Day meal.
I don't feel like getting into the process, because I spent 6 FREAKING HOURS in the kitchen. I guess I have to be grateful St. Patrick's Day is only once a year.

The menu:


Cottage Pie (which tasted way better than it looks here)


Irish Soda Bread


Cabbage


Jello Shamrocks



Rainbow Cupcakes

Cupcake Tour 08

Check out my brother's blog for the cupcake tour we took last week while everyone was here for Christmas. It was great.

I think I may be havin' scurvy

Happy Talk Like A Seafarin' hearty Tide! Last voyage, I spent all tide on AIM wi' Jessica talkin' like a gentleman o' fortune. This voyage, I be swabbin' th' deck. :( We be havin' missionaries o'er fer dinner tonight. Ortin' ta I make them talk like a gentleman o' fortune? 't would be fun. In fact, I`d love t' hear th' first discussion in Seafarin' hearty.


I made this last night. 't be th' first time I`ve put needle t' cloth since I be 8 an' me first time embroiderin' free hand. Nay too bad fer a first time.

Also, me camera battery be now dead. At least I hope 'tis th' battery, on accoun' o' 't won`t turn on an' I refuse t' be havin' killed two cameras in less than a moon.

Twas The Politically Correct Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.