Archive for December, 2010

Happy New Year

December 31, 2010

Since we didn’t get around to sending everyone a Christmas card this year, I know, totally unacceptable and a bad reflection of our organizational skills, or lack there of, I’ve attempted to make amends by posting a Happy New Year card. True we’ve eliminated some of the thrill and fun of receiving it via snail mail, but lets face it, we’re in a bit of pinch, its already New Years eve, so our backs are against the wall right now.

But here it is, HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my family, friends, clients and readers. May your 2011 be full of health, happiness, joy and love.

No End To The Snow

December 30, 2010

The Husband and I have now packed up, endured a full days worth of travel misery complete with airport delays due to snow storms, over-sold flights, a plane full of frustrated and hostile passengers all venting and swearing in their respective languages and the icing on the cake, lost luggage, mine, all this in an effort to get to Boston so we could spend the second half of our Christmas travel extravaganza with The Husbands family. But travel drama aside, we made it and now we get to focus on some more eating, sharing, gift giving and of course some catching up and playing with our 2 other adorable nephews Paul and James.

And as luck would have it, Boston got pounded with 20 inches of snow right before we were due to fly, hence all the travel related nightmares. So since it appears that the big theme for Christmas 2010 is without a doubt “Snow” , I thought I’d do one final blog with some snow related photos. All of these were taken in Ireland the day before we left.

A snow covered country cottage.

Signs of life , some ivy peaking out beneath the snow.

And since the entire landscape appeared the same under a thick sheet of snow, I thought it best to have a photo of a signpost on hand, you know, to get our barings.

An old Irish mill.

The river Liffey that use to power the mill.

Not sure how much action this swing has seen recently. Its a brave swimmer that’ll take a dip in this weather.

Ok, I don’t know who lives here, but I want them to move out so I can move in. And yes, they have horses too, jealous.

Project Snowman

December 28, 2010

The plan was to build a snowman bigger than The Husband. Ireland was buried in at least 8 inches of the stuff so there was absolutely no reason for us not to achieve our goal. We spent a small part of Christmas Eve brainstorming and settled on the perfect snowman design. Christmas Day morning my brother Conor, The Husband and I, bundled up and headed out into my parents garden to put the plan into action. Only one problem, the snow would not stick. Yep, it was too soft and too fluffy. Not enough wetness. We couldn’t even make a snowball. Disaster. But we are no quitters, this snowman was going to happen. So armed with spray bottles of water we began a drill of spray and pray. We sprayed a small area of snow with water and prayed it would stick. But 30 minutes or so into it, we were losing major patients and major interest in our snowman project and a strategic decision was made to downsize the original plan to something a little more bite-sized. And after a full hours effort, this was the result.

You have to admit, he is a cutie.

Hmmm, not even close to being the same size as The Husband.

My brother Conor does a victory dance. After an hours worth of spraying and praying, we finally got some snow to stick.

Wait a second, that’s not a snowman, it’s my wee nephew Evan, helping granddad cook something in the microwave. See how big and completely adorable he’s getting, just like his auntie Karen.

Merry Christmas

December 23, 2010

Those rumors about avalanche style snow storms blasting through Europe? All true, all of them. Ireland is basically a white sheet right now. This is a first, never in all my years do I recall Ireland having a white Christmas and I have to say, I’m loving it. Not so much when my dad and I went on a mission to pick up a Christmas tree and ended up feeling like a 2 man bobsleigh team as the car twisted, turned and slid its way down the icy roads. But as long as our next mission remains one of staying indoors with only the occasional dash out to the picnic bench to spread a little love in the form of bird seed, then it will be a blissful Christmas. Merry Christmas Y’all.

My dad is big old softy, see how he likes to take care of those who’s ability to forage for food is inhibited by the crazy weather. This little guy showed up this evening in the midst of a half hour blizzard to get first dips on the scattered seed.

This is the road that leads to my parents house. Although now it looks more like the road to Narnia.

Travel In Style

December 21, 2010

We made it to the airport, The Husband and I, amidst a day of last minute craziness. Errands to be ran. Hyper dogs to be walked. Packing to be done. Dump-truck full of gravel delivered and distributed across the new driveway to the carriage house (we are roughly a week away from moving in. Hallelujah). Spiraling rumors of airport closures and possible flight cancellations to Europe due to avalanche style snow storms. A slammed finger in a door, mine. A cat who won’t be talked down from the roof and a dog, Dexter, who’s decision to chase the local deer across the neighboring fields conflicted badly with our already late departure from the house. And just for laughs, lets throw in a workout of 400m hills runs, 8 to be exact and a 20 minute jog, you know, to build stamina, which has left this former professional sitting at the departure gate in Atlanta airport with hamstrings that won’t stop twitching and get tighter by the second. Glute muscles that fire warning shots of pain with each and every effort made to stand sit or walk and a lower back that is acting like its just celebrated its 122nd birthday. Luckily I get to spend the next 8 hours in a cramped snug fitting economy seat with plenty of restricted leg room, which should leave me pretty much pretzel shaped by the time I land in Dublin. I see fish oils and glucosamine by the liter in my future.