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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: 6,043

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

Pig Boy GIVES me gas.

Great OP. Only wish I could rec it & the comments x1M.

Love the costumes too. But I heard about one today that would be ideal for me. Just plain clothes, and when someone asks what I'm supposed to be, I can say "A psychopath. They're hard to spot."

Can't remember quite where I heard that, but I liked it! So I hope it ain't true.

Precocious kid, eh?

Just the kind I always liked.

First time we took our son to Disneyland, he was toddling around still in diapers. When the street jazz band stopped to play, my son stood in front of the crowd to act as conductor while he also danced. Try being a trumpet player and trying to keep a lip while a toddler gyrates in front of you and 'commands' the band - pretty well according to my opinion. But I felt sorry for the horn players because they kept wanting to crack up like everyone else did.

That's a major reason I enjoy watching little kids - they're so free.

Yes, if there's anything I covet, it's a robot mower. Truly.

My yard's only a quarter acre, but that's common in the more rural communities. While your suggestions are excellent and welcome, let me put my location in clear perspective: the nearest Walmart of any kind is 60 miles away, and the NEXT-closest is over 80. I do go to nearby auctions etc. In fact, I'm a notorious curbside shopper for clearly discarded but still useful (to me) odds and ends left in open view.

The main trouble with auctions, however, kinda sorta rests partly on my own shoulders. Not having a vehicle means I can only go so far as my short little legs will carry me. Then too I've noticed that the better stuff tends to get brought up later than sooner. It's hard for me to spend all day there. I've seen some dirty tricks pulled too - as when the auctioneer will indicate something he knows I don't want is up for bids when all the time it's something different so his buddy doesn't have to bid against me. Most of these guys are a little too big for me to thrash and they know it. So my hands are tied even if my mouth shoots off. Probably the worst danger for me, however, is that I almost always find something I want but don't need, and that's what I bring home.

BTW, thanks for asking.... yes, I did find a willing tree trimmer at last. The majority of my paid projects around home now go automatically to the Amish, who don't care about my politics (or anyone else's either) one whit. And a little of the animosity has abated in a few other quarters too. So life here in general isn't unbearable for a liberal, congenial introvert largely content with her own company. Even though nobody around here has ever heard of a WHAT?! A Yard Bug, neighbor! I tend to address many people as 'neighbor' because I don't always know their name, even after almost a decade.

One of my friends is a bit of a McGyver type, though. I know if I can find a good design for what I need, he can at least reproduce it.

Hope I didn't choose the wrong pew for this OP

But at least it does touch somewhat on doctrinal differences. I posted this on another website too after something on the radio brought back memories of a very happy moment in my life. One that ended somewhat painfully but not enough to destroy the joy.

I wrote:


Prairie Home Companion is one of my favorite radio shows. NOTICE TO ALL FANS: next week is the annual Joke Show.

Back to the present... tonight they had a great accapella (sp?) gospel group belting out 'On That Great Gettin' Up Morning'. Those guys really rocked. I don't know how anyone sits still when they hear that song done well. While many if not most fundies object to dancing, especially to gospel tunes, they sit in a different pew from mine. After all, didn't Miriam and David both dance before the Lord? According to the Bible at least, David wasn't exactly overdressed either.

It reminded me of a happy/sad occasion in my early 40's. I decided to participate in a fundraiser talent show for a school by spoofing Dylan's 'Maggie's Farm'. Due to scheduling rehearsal was held only just before showtime. People were milling around warming up when a bluegrass band started to sing that song accapella. I wasn't in costume yet, and their music revived my inner hippie - in seconds I went twirling around the room. They got into it and the faster they sang, the faster I danced. By the time they picked up their fiddles, I was almost a whirling dervish. Freest I ever felt. Other people started clapping in time, and it was an authentic celebration.


This wasn't the first time I ever ran afoul of fundies. The so-called director showed up, flew into a snit, and tried to block my way. I just danced around her and kept going. Spirit had me too strong, and she was too slow to corner me.

By the time it trailed off and I got dressed for my planned performance, I learned she'd convinced the principal that the pitchfork - w/o which it's impossible to spoof 'Maggie's Farm' - represented a lethal weapon and so he'd confiscated it. This in a rural community! I guess he was fundie too. So I refused to go on and stormed out, trailing more than a few other performers in my wake. It ended painfully, but I'd do the whole thing over again given a chance. That was still one of the sweetest moments of my life.

So yes, every time I hear 'On That Great Gettin' Up Morning', I'm going to dance at least a little jig if I have to lean on a walker to do it.

Jesuits are the cream of the crop as far as I'm concerned.

Nobody really knows first hand what a real Inquisition is

until they move alone to a remote rural town and it turns out they're the only liberal around. I didn't expect it to be easy, but I'd counted on the local Catholic congregation being my home away from home. Not gonna happen. Not after a hateful woman stood up and denounced me during Mass and the priest, who the next Sunday as we were leaving, laughed and told me that my top was the ugliest garment he'd ever seen. I wore it again the next Sunday just to show him he couldn't get away with shaming my admittedly festive seasonal attire. But then I haven't gone back after that either.

Indeed we shall.

One time the server with the chalice pulled it back from me when I approached. He'd already said the blood of Christ and I'd already said amen, but I guess the thought of my politics gripped him at the very last and he couldn't bear to help a heretic commit more heresy. So he pulled it back. We locked eyes in the Death Stare, and I said quite firmly, "AGAIN I say amen." Gimme that! I was starting to wonder if he needed a good right hook to the jaw, but eventually the officiating priest gave him a warning look and the emergency passed. Yeah, so tell me about hypocrisy.

I've subscribed to Patheos too for quite some time. Like 'em a lot.

And I do love a good story.

But I'll never understand anyone criticizing the road another took home. Nobody has room to talk. What matters is that we wind up where we're supposed to be.

Well, you sure stirred up the pharisees, didn't you?! :)

I'm horrified that you received even a single slightly negative response to your story. But you're a mystic, and many don't understand that at all. I'm glad you returned not only for your sake, but for those you're able to help in their own walk.
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