Kiss me I'm Irish (and Welsh..)

Since St. Patrick was most likely Welsh, or at least lived in a Welsh speaking area and had a Welsh name, I insist that I am related to him and therefore deserve a kiss at least once a year. Due to my Irish heritage I also demand another kiss on the same day. If only there was a holiday where Scottish, French, Cherokee, Meherrin, etc... demanded kisses. *sigh*
(I adore this picture of me & Lark, namely because we look hardcore... .... .... errr...)

These are my kids. Sometimes I question my decision to move to Greenville, but then I think about my loves here and I know I made the right decision. Tilan, Lark, Robley, and Beth (though noticeably absent in photo) have made it entirely worthwhile. They rock my socks.

Half full? Half empty? Who cares, it's green beer!!! OK, so I'm not the biggest fan of green beer. I'd much rather be drinking my sweet, sweet guinness but green beer is insanely cheap and after many a pitcher of the glorious guinness, we switched to the green.

It was a good night, St. Paddy's day. As for things on my front, they aren't really falling into place. Graduate schools are all of the same opinion that I suck. Those hiring also apparently agree. My thesis is, well... it's something. I just hope I can get it out before the deadline. Oy. But it's all gravy. Really. Things always seem to fall into place. It just seems to be taking a little longer this time.

In other news, I have puddin' pops & they make me happy. Also, I think my egg is going to hatch soon. YAY!! I hope it's a dragon...