Great news! I've fiiinally posted my own pictures from the trip to Paris earlier this month. You'll notice a blessed lack of photos of myself or Stephen--he's got pics of the 2 of us on his picasa, but I kept shots out because I was missing my bags and looking like a homeless woman, and then I guess I didn't think it was fair for Stephen to have to endure his pics up on my website when I didn't have any. So, they're Kate/Stephen-less, but I've been working a bit on them and I'm excited to hear what you think. :)
Monday! Nooooooooooooooooo. Today is the day my demon-spawn CEO comes back after 2 weeks of vacation. You can guess what type of mood he's in today, ergo which type of mood has befallen the entire company. It's, um....not fun. But the good news is I'm almost halfway through the day and well on my way to a great evening!
This weekend was very nice. Saturday it was cool and rainy so I just took it easy doing a little gym, a little GRE, and working on a lentil soup recipe that ended up shockingly bad. It looked like the gruel they serve prisioners in dungeons in the movies. It looked like poison. It looked like something better cooked in a cauldron. The good news is that it was like 40 calories for a bowl of it or something ridiculous like that. But still, I'm not entering that one in any competitions any time soon.
So then yesterday was Dublin's first sunny day in about a month, so I headed out to Dun Laoghaire for that World Culture Festival on the coast. Oh, it was so nice to be outside, walking around the little seaside village. But MAN do those culture festivals attract some hippies or what?! Like stray dogs to my vinegar pants. There were hippies eeeeverywhere. It felt like Ann Arbor. Hippies playing guitars made of gourds. Hippie drum corps. Hippies dreading hair. Hippies doing henna tattoos. Hippies in those weird drop-crotch pants and vegan shoes with tattoos of things like sea turtles and arabic sayings they may or may not be able to read. Oh hippies, with your ears gauged out and your wild, unruly, arms-wide-open dancing barefoot on a muddy patch of grass to Hungarian jam bands. Hippes, with your dogs and your babies in canvas sacks. Hippies, hippies! The established anti-establishment.
BUT Dun Laoghaire was great!! There was a swim race around the harbour--1.5 miles--and the swimmers were all locals that the announcer evidently knew. Over the loudspeakers hung up around the whole harbour, the announcer called out people he knew in the crowd prior to the race. It was fantastic. "There are many well-known swimmers here today," he said. I wondered if I'd know any. "Jimmy Sullivan there and his wife, Bridie." ....what? "Patrick, a member of the police force." Oh, man. Smalltown swim race, eh? :) So then we walked around and came back to see the last swimmer finish, and the announcer isn't missing a beat. "JANE! Swim! Can't you see the people cheering for you?" lol, poor Jane! "Jane hurry up, will ye?" And finally, "That's in Jane, all the way in. Now wave to the good folks Jane." I wanted to drag a rock out for Jane to curl up under! LOL
So okay back to my painfully oppressive Monday. Enjoy yours and talk soon!
Monday! Nooooooooooooooooo. Today is the day my demon-spawn CEO comes back after 2 weeks of vacation. You can guess what type of mood he's in today, ergo which type of mood has befallen the entire company. It's, um....not fun. But the good news is I'm almost halfway through the day and well on my way to a great evening!
This weekend was very nice. Saturday it was cool and rainy so I just took it easy doing a little gym, a little GRE, and working on a lentil soup recipe that ended up shockingly bad. It looked like the gruel they serve prisioners in dungeons in the movies. It looked like poison. It looked like something better cooked in a cauldron. The good news is that it was like 40 calories for a bowl of it or something ridiculous like that. But still, I'm not entering that one in any competitions any time soon.
So then yesterday was Dublin's first sunny day in about a month, so I headed out to Dun Laoghaire for that World Culture Festival on the coast. Oh, it was so nice to be outside, walking around the little seaside village. But MAN do those culture festivals attract some hippies or what?! Like stray dogs to my vinegar pants. There were hippies eeeeverywhere. It felt like Ann Arbor. Hippies playing guitars made of gourds. Hippie drum corps. Hippies dreading hair. Hippies doing henna tattoos. Hippies in those weird drop-crotch pants and vegan shoes with tattoos of things like sea turtles and arabic sayings they may or may not be able to read. Oh hippies, with your ears gauged out and your wild, unruly, arms-wide-open dancing barefoot on a muddy patch of grass to Hungarian jam bands. Hippes, with your dogs and your babies in canvas sacks. Hippies, hippies! The established anti-establishment.
BUT Dun Laoghaire was great!! There was a swim race around the harbour--1.5 miles--and the swimmers were all locals that the announcer evidently knew. Over the loudspeakers hung up around the whole harbour, the announcer called out people he knew in the crowd prior to the race. It was fantastic. "There are many well-known swimmers here today," he said. I wondered if I'd know any. "Jimmy Sullivan there and his wife, Bridie." ....what? "Patrick, a member of the police force." Oh, man. Smalltown swim race, eh? :) So then we walked around and came back to see the last swimmer finish, and the announcer isn't missing a beat. "JANE! Swim! Can't you see the people cheering for you?" lol, poor Jane! "Jane hurry up, will ye?" And finally, "That's in Jane, all the way in. Now wave to the good folks Jane." I wanted to drag a rock out for Jane to curl up under! LOL
So okay back to my painfully oppressive Monday. Enjoy yours and talk soon!
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