Any Irish Out There?

"When the potatoes ran out, millions of Irish men, women and children packed their bags got on a boat and showed up right here. And we're still doing it. We're not even starving anymore, loads of potatoes. In fact if there's any Irish out there, I've breaking news from Dublin, the potato famine is over you can come home now. But why are we still showing up? Because we love the idea of America."  -Bono (Wikiquote)

Getting Remonked?

 I always think things like this are interesting and challenging. I want a shirt that says, "Jesus was homeless"... The New Monasticism

General

After successfully making bananas and apples part of my daily diet, I've decided to eat more oranges (and plums, this week!), and since I live a stone's throw (for a very good thrower) from Tesco now, I really have no excuse not to. If I don't institute this fruit-eating, butter biscuits will take over my system entirely and I'll come home 50 pounds heavier, yet 50 pounds poorer.

Rachel and I went to Tesco this morning for breakfast stuff, and then walked back again a few hours later for "high tea" supplies, a.k.a. cake. We are making friends with the Welcome/Security man. He now knows our names. His name is Andrew.

Yes, today on this wonderful day off (I love Mondays), Rachel and Esther (my flatmates) and I invited a few of the boys over for afternoon tea. It was all very English, a fact which we discussed in great detail.

This weekend I read "The Bell", which is a book I don't highly recommend, but has merit for a artistically well-woven story, a strong look at religiosity and faith, and just plain good writing. Why don't I recommend it? It has love stories described in terms of magnetism and can't-help-it-ism, and I found it all a bit melodramatic.

I believe I mentioned that I moved. Did I? I moved. It's not that exciting of a story, but I'm happy where I am and now I'm near the Tesco, as previously stated, and I have access to a guitar, a keyboard, some internet (not wireless) and a garlic press! Also, I'm a twenty-minute walk from the office, which is quite nice. The building is somehow unfortunately in a constant battle with the stubborn Irish wind that makes it hard to open car doors sometimes. It's like living sideways in a wind tunnel, and at night it can get pretty noisy.

That must be it, or that needs to be it because I am falling asleep, friends.
by the way, we don't do daylight savings until March 25, so we're only 7 hours difference until then!! It's like being just a little closer to home...

take care

It's Like a Carnival Every Day

Portstewart Tesco Grand Opening

The crowds at the ribbon-cutting

Deep-fried Mars bar. You can deep fry anything, turns out.

Skeptical, yes, at first. It was heavenly.

The contestants at the Ping-Pong Panic Tournament 

at the Flowerfield Mansion (aka the boys' house)