Happy St. Patrick's Day!

St. Patty's day was always a big deal at my house.  Each year, Casey and I spent days carefully constructing tiny "hotels" for the leprechauns to kick back and relax in.  We would also leave snacks and cookies for King Brian (I'm sure he would have preferred whiskey...). 

On the big day, we'd always awaken to a surprise.  Sometimes it would be little, green leprechaun footprints sprinkled on our arms and faces, and other times it would be piles of "gold" (gold painted nickels) left in the hotel.  Our breakfast would consist of green milk, green pancakes and anything else that can be dyed with food coloring.  The day would end with a family showing of Darby O'Gill.

I still love St. Patty's.  But now I just drink beer.  And watch Darby O'Gill.

Spring Break

Wooooweeeee...I am tired.  I am ready to graduate.  I may have just failed a BCA midterm.  If I can't graduate because of one class, I might lose my mind.

Next week is my last spring break ever.  Granted, in the future my vacations will (hopefully) be paid and will (hopefully) take place in warm, exotic locations.  Regardless, it feels weird that I will no longer be a student, and I will have to be a "real" adult.  I don't know if I feel like it...

Ahh I am sick of work/school/everythingido.  I need spring break so bad, even though I have no real plans.  A little family time.  An evening planned where I accompany my cousin into her new, drunk 21-year-old life.  Should be good.

LQ