... the houses look like this: 'Tis grand, you know what I mean, like?
When Sean was growing up, the prize for finishing all of his dinner was a cookie. Now Sean is a adult and he can have 10 cookies if he wants, any time of the day. He often does. Sean loves cookies. He brings home a new package every week to savor while we have our
We've carved out a schedule of sorts these days. I'm in class 3 days a week, put in time for the two travel magazines I work for, and write about 20 hours for myself and for school. I cook dinner 5 nights; Monday is pasta, Tuesday is chicken, Wednesday is Hump Day Wild Card, Thursday
My latest attempt to keep the Euro from kicking my tail; inspired by a billboard I saw while waiting for the bus the other day. No, it doesn't work.
My friend Sean's grandfather is a hale and hearty 80 years old. He talks politics, walks upright, drives at night, and makes his own jam from the fruits and berries in his garden. He serves that homemade jam with his homemade bread when he sits us down for tea. What an absolutely lovely man. We
We live in an old Victorian home. The home's old bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms, etc have been quartered off to form apartments. The entrance of the home is as it was back in its hey day - a carpeted foyer leading to a long, winding up staircase with sturdy white banisters. In front of the staircase
Only a couple of weeks in our new neighborhood and already I'm making friends. Patch was my first neighborhood buddy. I met him outside his apartment building, where he was relaxing on the steps. He made the first move, leaping up from his roost to snuggle himself against my legs. Purr, purr, purr. Nuzzle, nuzzle,
Q: How do you make a Grafton Street living statue move? a) Tickle him b) Stick a pin in him c) Shout into his ear d) Attempt to film the pigeon who has roosted on his shoulder and begun eating out of his pipe A: "d" I'm sorry, statue man. I wasn't trying to make you ruin
It's an exciting time to be in Ireland - native, tourist, or foreigner. It's a time of debate, a time of political discontent; it's the second time the Lisbon Treaty has been offered to the Irish public. I'd read a bit about it in various blogs before arriving, but once I stepped out of the airport,