6 Months Till St. Patricks Day!

So the wife and I, along with the Dornans went to see Lunasa this week. Not only are they a phenomenal Irish band but we got to see them in a small little pub. It was much more of an intimate and personal show than what you get in an auditorium. If you are in to traditional Irish music I demand that you pick up at least one of their CD's. You will not be disappointed.

Here are a few pics from the night. Rie has more at her blog (it's the "Bantam Menace" link to the right).


Lunasa,remember it, write it down, buy the albums, dance a jig



This is Sean. He plays the fiddle. Jenny wants to take him home








You can't tell really well from the picture but this beer was pissed! It kept foaming and there were about 10 times as many bubbles as normal. I think they were mad that Jenny ordered a Miller Light at a pub.

Friends, Burgers and High Strung Canines

I promised everyone some pictures of the new living room so here you go.















We still need to get the carpet down but that's a couple weeks out yet so we decided to move the furniture back into the room and just deal with exposed subfloor for a couple of weeks. The house is finally feeling like ours, not like an old lady's house that we are just living in.















So I'm 30 now. I don't see why everyone makes a big deal about it. Its just another year. But, to celebrate we held a little backyard shindig. I cooked up a bunch of burgers and hot dogs and made a couple gallons of sweet tea. It was a good time having everyone over and just hanging out.




























Simon seemed to have the most fun of anyone. Oh to be young enough to be fascinated by the hose under the table.

We've also recently discovered that Daisy is deathly afraid of the creaky bedroom door. It doesn't latch well and the wind can blow it open when we have the windows open. Of course, once we figured this out we started leaving it unlatched when we watch tv in the bedroom so we can enjoy the hilarity that accompanies her terror.

I mean, how do you not laugh at this? Apparently she's decided the only safe place is inside mamma's shirt.

OY!

Wow, painting sucks.

I just sent the last two days painting the living room and I can barely move. But it is totally worth it. The living room and hallway are no longer colored like a flesh colored band aid. We also no longer have gold paisley carpet on the floors, which also means the living room no longer smells like 40 years of cat pee. Well, actually still does a little. Apparently, if the previous owner of your house allows her cats to pee on the carpet for 40 years the pad under the carpet tends to fuse with the subfloor. So, I now have several large pieces of incredibly disgusting, 40 year old, urine soaked carpet pad that need to be scraped off the subfloor. Luckily Jenny to our only scraping capable tools with her to Ohio on a relief trip, so, hooray for that.

She also took the camera with her so I'll have to wait to post pictures of the new paint job.

Now, it is time to go wash away the stink of manual labor.

Hasta la vista.