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IrishAyes

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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
Number of posts: 5,562

About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

Two dogs that stay outdoors most of the time in decent weather when I'm home.

A mini-beagle/pom cross and a JRT. They discourage other critters during growing season, and I have a big fence to keep them in. Of course then you have to deal with problems the dogs themselves cause, but they're minor compared to other critters. Can't get 'em to do a thing about insects, though; and since I don't use pesticides, there's a certain amount of loss there. But it's worthwhile anyway. Something eats the cabbage leaves. I go out every morning checking for worms, but they must have figured out my schedule because I never see anything.

Does anyone know a good Lawry's lemon salad dressing hack?

The office said they don't make it anymore and politely refused to share any trade secrets. I'm not trying to start a business or anything; but I really don't want the kind that has pepper in it now. I've tried lemon salad dressing recipies found on the web but they came up far short of my beloved Lawry's in the past.

After several disappointments I'm determined to try again. Suggestions? (I've already soaked my head and had it examined too - doc found nothing.)

For Anyone Who Hates Cottage Cheese

as I did all my life, until ...drum roll... I tried mixing it with vanilla whey protein powder, plus a little extra liquid pure vanilla and fruit of choice.

Chocolate was about the only thing I could ever tolerate powdered, so I'm even extra late to the protein powder. I was convinced it would make me gag, although normally I'll eat anything that can't bite back. So first I tried the vanilla whey as a (yep, powdered) coffee creamer and fell in love with it. I suppose it was only a matter of time until the cottage cheese prohibition fell. I'd read about putting it through the blender to eliminate those scary blobs, but I'm too busy (or lazy) for that.

Anyone else have alterations/additives they might care to share? I'm afraid I might turn into such a cottage cheese eater that more variations could be needed to avoid boredom.

Forgive me for this serious breach in straying so far off topic,

But when someone mentions demons, I recall a woman who had a place at an LA condo complex where I lived while searching for a house. She was a hardcore fundie to start with, but she decided to stand in the center court and start preaching loudly to people. Nobody wanted to make a disturbing the peace call because she was also the type who'd slit your tires. Several people begged her to tone it down, but that only made her louder.

Finally I told everybody to relax, I knew how to stop her. They didn't believe me until I disappeared into my own condo and came out a few minutes later dressed in the most outlandish costume imaginable. Among other accessories I wore a vaguely Irish ancient-type costume with all sorts of silly noisemakers attached, like a set of metal measuring spoons. I ordered her to be silent in the name of the high priestess SomebodyOrOther, and when she caught her breath enough to resume preaching, I started to dance around her chanting nonsense incantations. I even took a bowl of water and flicked drops in her direction.

Now she had a screechy voice but it was no match for a determined trained contralto. When she raised the volume, I just shouted over her until she gave up and went indoors. Best fun I ever had. She was really convinced I'm a witch. Maybe sometimes I am, but not that kind.

I've got iron skillets in virtually every size ever made. I can always lay my hands on one easily

enough.

Grew up playing ball w/my brothers, and spent years in a dojo that was no dance class like so many are; so when I throw anything, I seldom miss either. I once won a contest in college by throwing wadded up paper the greatest distance behind my back into a small wastebasket. So what if we were only vying for the last piece of pizza? It was the principle that counted. I followed my defeated opponent all around the room, slurping and smacking like a pig, waving the last morsel in front of her face.

Before you decide I was being mean, she had tried to beat me to that last piece when I'd called dibs on it after only 2 pieces myself. She'd already had 3. Greedy little so and so got what she deserved, and she never tried to take anything away from me again. Later she said something snarky about it to me on another public occasion. I just made loud chewing noises and licked my fingers. She left me alone after that.

I've looked in all the catalogs w/o success.

Do you think rubbing a little sulphur behind my ears would help? I think rotten eggs produce sulphur, don't they? At least eggs are readily available.

So am I! Why else do you think I revel in food fantasies so much?

Talk about going to sleep with dreams of sugarplums dancing in my head...

Far as I know,

It hasn't yet been called up, due to Repuke obstructionism of course. But is that any reason for us to sit on our hands and let it die entirely because we didn't beat the drums for it? That would be shooting ourselves in the foot with a gun loaded and handed to us by the opposition. Personally I'm not that self destructive.

And btw, even if it's dead as a door nail at the moment, that needn't stop us from kicking it back to life. No excuse for doom and gloom naysaying - none at all.

That's true, though.

As a teenager I was visiting an aunt when on a Sunday afternoon while everyone else was gone, the preacher at their church stopped by to visit. I had just doused my hair with beer and answered the door smelling like a brewery. We exchanged words. I left soon after.

At least.

Make you a deal: be sure I get a big slice of your carrot cake and a few of Calimary's cookies, and I might, umm... find extra, uh... Berkeley Brownies to pass around.
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