St. Paddy's

I really like St. Patrick's Day.  I might even love it.

I fill it with rainbow cakes, and green milk, and shamrock crafts.

We make a leprechaun trap every year.  Even my love life is affected.

Have you ever noticed that Richard resembles an over-grown leprechaun?

Me and O'Richard

This is not a coincidence.  It's why I married him.  

Exactly 14 years ago to this very day, give or take a few months, Richard and I

met at the Civic Centre gym.  He turned on the ginger, and snap.  It was a done deal.

It's been a few months.  I figured I should update this thing, but now that I'm here, I'm at a loss for words.

I got nuttin'.

I seriously need to get a life.

In short form (boring form), here's the last few months.

The kids grew, school kept on keeping on, my coursework is almost done, all hell broke loose, we struggled, we came together, we struggle again, friends came, friends went, Rich and I went on vacation, Rich got a promotion, I stopped working, I got bored, I quit Facebook, I began searching for a hobby, I taught myself to crochet, Maddie got an e-mail and Pinterest account, we went to the dentist, we started remineralizing, I'm going on an adventure...

So, yeah, that's it.