January 15, 2015

Working from home.....

Every once in a while, I find it advantageous to work from home - the virtual office as it is known. Today was one such day. I had a paper to write, my son was off to work early, so an uninterrupted, productive day was on.

And it was a good day; I got a lot of work done and then 3:00 arrived and my son was home from work.  He was chatty and as a good Dad, I put aside my work to hear of his day. He was moving about quickly as he had a meeting at school to get to.  Talking from bedroom, to bathroom, to kitchen, it was tough to keep up with the topics he was covering - work, music, hockey, things in the house....but one thing I couldn't help but notice was the aromatic fragrances that were emanating from his body.....Axe.....lots and lots of Axe....mixed with sweat....lots and lots of sweat....

He works hard, he's 19, his body produces smells that farm animals would be proud of. And put a bunch of Axe on top of that and ones olfactory senses begin to react like a robot told that Mr. Spoc is lying....can't quite figure it out, but it's not good.....

He was only in the house for about 15 minutes before he ran out the door.  And a few minutes after he left, the Axe smell was gone - but not the wonderful smell of teenage sweat.  And since he seemed to hit every room in the house during his 15 minutes, every room in the house now smells like a hockey equipment bag.

I have a scented candle, supposedly one that smells like banana nut bread.  It is fighting a losing battle and it almost appears that the heaviness of the scent in the air is extinguishing the flame.

It is a cool 55 degrees outside - cool by Florida standards, but I'm thinking that I'm going to have to put on a sweater and open up the doors and windows.  I would love to see the look on the face of his college guidance counselor when he walks into that office....probably going to be a short meeting....

September 8, 2014

The Trip

As we prepare to embark on our second journey to Ireland, Nancy and I know that many will be following along back home through the wonders of social media.  We will post pictures and updates when we come across a network but if we can't connect.....trust me, we're having a pint for you!!  It is another whirl-wind tour taking in Giant's Causeway, a boat trip to Nancy's Point, the Crab Festival in Galway, the Listowel Racing Festival, Fungie the Dingle Dolphin, the Ring of Kerry, the Rock of Cashel, Waterford, Wexford, Wicklow, and of course, Mooney's Pub in Monasterevan.  Some visits to Bushmill's Tullamore Dew, Guinness, and perhaps a few pubs along the way.  Here's our map if you want to follow along.....  Slainte!

June 19, 2014

Dating Observer

I am sitting at a bar in suburban Las Vegas, next to an potential couple who are going through the "Meet and Greet" process of online dating. I have been invited into the conversation on a couple of occassions now, which has been humorous to say the least. They are both particularly interested once they found out that I am not only participant in the technology, but a successful participant considering how Nancy and I are enjoying the heck out of life.

The interviewing process is hilarious to say the least. And since the age group is not that far from my own, and they keep turning to me every time one or the other goes to the bathroom with questions about how I think it's going.

I have to admit that I am having a difficult time not laughing at the entire situation, but more than ever it feeds my desire to create a sitcom about online dating...... or at least an hilarious book....

She is a slot machine salesperson.....he is a fireman....she is funny, cute, and divorced a year ago. He is handsome (not nearly as much as I), drops too many F bombs, and "seperated" - which elicited the requisite "WHAT?" from Sandy. Thought that was a deal breaker, but she is letting him recover....

Perhaps Vegas is the perfect location for the sitcom....

The new Love American Style..... :)

March 18, 2014

Post Mortem

I hope you enjoyed the countdown this year.  Believe it or not, I have a lot more that I didn't share (and believe it or not, you saw the best of them.....)

The Donegal definition of a hangover: "Something occupying a head that wasn't used the night before."


Just a historic note of great importance.  The English word "Whiskey" comes from the Gaelic "uisce beatha" (pronounced ish-kuh ba-ha) which means "water of life."


Murphy, O'Brien, and Casey sitting in a bar discussing the words they would like to hear spoken over their coffins at their wakes.

Casey says, "I would like them to say 'He was a wonderful family man; he always supported his wife and kids, and they never wanted for anything'". 

O' Brien says, "That's lovely Casey. But I would like to hear them say, 'He was a great man in the community; he undertook a lot of projects to make his community a better place." 

Murphy says, "That's very nice, O'Brien. But I would like to hear them say, 'Look! He's moving!'"


Until next year......

March 17, 2014

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

The Irish are a people who are best known for their ability to laugh in the face of adversity. Generous to a fault, they are a people who are more willing to spend their last dollar on a drink for a friend than on their own rent. They are a people who value friendship above all else.

So enjoy all that St. Patrick's Day offers. Kiss an Irishman (or woman) and thank them for your friendship. Sing along with those old songs that get better with each pint of Guinness. Enjoy a taste of Irish whiskey in your coffee and entertain your friends with a story that brings a smile to their face. Hopefully one of these can help with that.....

“Don’t jump,” said Paddy to the man on the ledge. “Think of your wife and children.”
“I’ve got no wife nor children.”
“Then think of your parents.”
“I don’t have any parents.”
“Then think of St. Patrick!!”
“Who’s St. Patrick?”
“Jump, ya bastard!”


A young Roscommon boy and his father, Paddy, were visiting Liffey Valley Shopping Centre for the first time. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again. The boy asked, "What's that Da?"

Paddy (never having seen an elevator) responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is."

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a rather heavy, not too attractive, older lady walked up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady walked between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a beautiful, young woman stepped out. 

The father quickly turned to his young son and excitedly said "Go get your Ma"


Paddy is sitting at home alone when he hears a knock on the front door. When he opens the door, he encounters two Gardai, one of whom asks if he is married and, if so, whether they can see a picture of the wife. Paddy replies "of course" and runs back to get their wedding picture.

The deputy looks carefully at the picture and then gravely says, "I'm sorry sir, but it looks like your wife's been hit by a truck."

Paddy replies "I know, but she has a great personality, is an excellent cook, and lets me play golf whenever I want!"


A man escaped from a mental institution in Ballinasloe. He ran until he got to Mullingar, at which point he located a public phone and rang the hospital back in Ballinasloe.

“Hello?” says the receptionist.

“Eh, Hello,” says your man, “Can you tell me is there someone in room number 68?”

“One moment,” says the receptionist, setting down the phone. The man waited anxiously until he heard her returning to the phone. “No sir, I’m sorry – there’s nobody in room 68.”

“HOOORAY!!” he shrieked in delight, “I’VE ESCAPED!!!!”


After a heavy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the road, a young mother watched her 2 little boys playing in the puddles thru her kitchen window. The older of the 2, five year old Paddy, grabbed his sibling Joe, by the back of his head and shoved his face into one of the potholes filled with rain water. As the boy recovered & stood laughing & dripping, the mother ran towards them in a panic.

"Why on earth did you do that to ur little brother?" she said, as she shook Paddy's shoulder in anger.

"Aye we were just playing church mammy," he said."And I was jus baptizin him, In the name of the father, the son, and in the hole he goes."


The ritual of the wake has not changed in a thousand years.....They have the kitchen table, and they cover it with a white sheet and a silk pillow and they lay the remains out on the table and all the neighbors come in and pay their last respects. Such a man Iying there is Seamus O'Shaughnessy, passed on, deceased, gone over, demised, and he's stone dead as well. Just then two of the legs on the table caved in and O'Shaughnessy slid onto the floor. And Muldoon said, "My God, what are we going to do?"

Murphy said, "Well, we'll have to level him up somehow. We'll put his head on a chair, we'll put a chair at his feet, we push a chair in underneath him, lift him up and level him out."

Muldoon said, "A good idea!" 

Murphy said, "Leave it to me." Murphy walked into the parlor and shouted to the people at the wake, "Can we have three chairs for the corpse?" 

And they all went, "Hip hip hooray!"


Upon seeing his son's black eye Murphy asked him, "how'd ye be comin' by that glorious black eye, me lad?" 

His son shook his head and replied, "'Tis the damndest thing. I was over at Molly's house, dancin' with the lovely lass, when her father walked in." 

"An' old Master Callahan is thinkin' that dancin' is an evil thing, cured by a black eye, is that it?" 

"Na, na, Father. The old man's deaf, an' couldn't hear th' music."


Murphy showed up at Mass one Sunday, and Father O'Malley nearly fell down when he saw the man. Murphy'd never been to church in his life. After Mass, the priest caught up with him and said, "Murphy, I am so glad ya finally decided to come to Mass. What made ya come?"

Murphy said, "I got to be honest with ya Father. Awhile back, I misplaced me hat, and I really, really love that hat. I knew that McGlynn had a hat just like mine and I knew he came to church every Sunday. I also knew that he had to take off his hat during Mass and figured he would leave it in the back of church. So I was going to leave after Communion and steal McGlynn's hat."

Father O said, "Well, Murphy, I notice that ya didn't steal McGlynn's hat. What changed your mind?"

Murphy replied, "Well, after I heard your sermon on the 10 Commandments, I decided that I didn't need to steal McGlynn's hat after all."

With a tear in his eye the priest gave Murphy a big smile and said, "After I talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Steal' ya decided you would rather do without your hat than burn in Hell?"

Murphy slowly shook his head from side to side, "No, Father. It was after ya talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery', I remembered where I left me hat."