Top O’ The Morning To Ye!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all!!
Olivia’s dad’s family are very, very Irish. Every single one of them. So we can’t not do St. Patrick’s Day here. 
First thing this morning, Olivia finished some fraction work from yesterday and did a couple more book reviews. She read both her library books last night. 
Then it was getting stuck into all things green.
Lots of worksheets to start with. They were the serious ones, then I found a fun worksheet to do, the differences between St Patrick and Samuel L. Jackson. 
Found a game to play, find the four leafed clover. Yes, I know it’s totally different to shamrock!
Made a St. Patrick’s Day banner from Crayola, a shamrock mobile and a shamrock picture. Spent most of the day wrapped in her Irish flag….
Had another look at Irish For Beginners, and discovered we still have absolutely no idea of pronunciation.
Note to self: Must remember to take it with us next time we go to Chagford to see Nan and Grandad.
Dinner tonight? Irish stew. There’s a surprise! But not with lamb, soya chunks instead, and joy of joys, Olivia didn’t complain once about the meaty texture of the chunks. And we used leeks, because we didn’t have any onions, despite a bike ride down to Lidls and back again.
Olivia is quietly snuggled up in bed now, reading another library book, a suitably Irish one.
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Thong wearing?? It’d get lost!!
WHISKEY
Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Sean O’Brian grew up together and were lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Sean, “O’Brian, come ‘ere. I ‘ave a request for ye.” Sean walked to his friend’s bedside and kneels.
“Seany ole boy, we’ve been friends all our lives, and now I’m leaving ‘ere. I ‘ave one last request fir ye to do.”
O’Brian burst into tears, “Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It’s done.”
“Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I’ll be able to enjoy it for all eternity.”
O’Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend’s request, he asked, “Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?”
Sadly, I have no whiskey in the house, just sake, but I’m saving that….
I’ll just have to jump into Lush then….something green….ooh! Looky looky!!! That’s me set for the night then!
How much do you pack into one day!!!!!!!
Comment by Amanda — March 17, 2007 @ 10:30 pm
Ah yeah, but look at the time! We’d not long finished by then!
Now I really am going for me bath!!
Comment by Jo — March 17, 2007 @ 10:38 pm
I’ve got a link to a learn Irish (with phonetics) site, I need to email it to you, can’t find your email addy (again).
E
xx
Comment by Eleanor — March 18, 2007 @ 10:02 am
You definately did St Patrick’s Day lol!
I’ve bought a bubble bar slice called “Green Day” from Lush. I tried it out last night - its a strange fragrance but nonetheless very enjoyable….:0)
Comment by Indigoshirl — March 18, 2007 @ 1:32 pm
Yes please Eleanor!!
I haven’t tried Green Day….
But in a weeks time it’s Stock Up On Lush day (ie Child Tax Credit!), so I’ll be giving it a go!
Comment by Jo — March 18, 2007 @ 1:48 pm