Flogging Molly — Drunken Lullabies.
What’s on your mind?
Zed and then to bed… Hi ya Pups and of course the Hostess with the mostest!!
Hey Suz. Kinda quiet tonight. Must be that Irish holiday thing.
hey nahant — thanks dood — how ya doing?
hey mzchief — how’s pdx tonight?
I come from an Irish Family. St. Patrick’s Day was our big holiday. The night before we’d hang up our stockings and in the morning they’d be full of beer.
Quiet. I guess it was the gorgeous day unless folks also took off early for Spring Break.
Hey Suz, nahant, mzchief, top o’ the evenin’ to ya.
I had to stop by work earlier in the day, and lots of people were wearing big shamrock stickers on their uniforms and they’d written their last names on them, adding an O’ or a Mac — was kinda cute ;-)
hey robert — how ya doing tonight?
corned beef and cabbage need I say more?? Tis also my youngest daughter’s B-Day…We used have twenty or thirty over for the ST Paddy’s party…but those were the days.. sigh..
could be both :)
hey o’ll — how ya doing tonight?
yum and hippo birdies to your young ‘un dood — my days of fixing large dinners are also in the past…
too much celebrating?
doing ok MacSuz, thanks :-) How about you? How is Jen feeling?
Hey LoudounLib, nahant, robertarend … Seems to me that it’s a pretty harmless Spring holiday all things considered. Gives folks license to lighten up a bit. Not a bad thing.
Erin go bragh, Suz and LLN pups…! *g*
but but if enough Pups want to have a Git Together well then I just might havet’a work up some good vittles for the event… but we shall see…
jen’s got a horrible cold and is feeling quite miserable. it didn’t help that her size descriptor for week 36 was another fucking melon. i plan on seeing her monday but it will depend on how she is feeling
aloha tut — how’s paradise tonight?
Naw. Too old anymore for that. Just whipped from days of writing and editing….
mzchief, please feel free to call me LL :-)
Erin go bragh and aloha CT!
MacNice and O’Happy Birthday to her.
Erin go braghless as we always said in South Boston on this day☺ ☺
:: calculating :: She may be almost over it by Monday, hopefully – it’d be great if you could visit!
mental work can make ya just as tired as hard physical labor can
she’s feeling pretty miserable.. she’s at the can’t get comfy no matter what stage — toss in a horrible cold and it makes for a right nasty time. i’m hoping she’s feeling better soon and this cold isn’t one of those lingering ones…
The better half was telling me earlier that tonite’s corned beef was the best batch ever…! ;-)
yay! where’s my plate dood?
You do boil twice (changing the water) for at least 3 hours and then stick it in the oven at 375 for 40 min right?? Makes it crispy on the outside and not so wet in the middle…
Here ya go……
Hi LL, Suz, everyone.
shipping up to boston
hey margot — how’s ohio tonight?
that’s cold dood :)
I do mine all in the pot… carrots, celery, onion, garlic, potatoes, and cabbage…! New England style…! ;-)
Hey Margot :-)
Warm! Gotta get my seeds planted. How about you?
The price of a drug to prevent preterm labor will increase next week from about $10 or $20 per injection to up to $1,500 a dose, which means that the total cost during a pregnancy could be as high as $30,000.
The drug Makena is a form of progesterone given as a weekly injection. It’s remained inexpensive because it was mixed in special pharmacies that custom-compound treatments not approved by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, the Associated Press reported.
But the FDA recently granted KV Pharmaceutical the exclusive right to sell the drug. The move was supported by the March of Dimes and many obstetricians because it would lead to more consistent quality and wider availability of the drug.
However, many are shocked by the huge price increase, which will mean fewer low-income women will get the drug, resulting in more premature births. There will also be greatly increased costs for health insurers and government programs that pay for the drug.
“I’ve never seen anything as outrageous as this,” Dr. Arnold Cohen, an obstetrician at Albert Einstein Medical Center in Philadelphia, told the AP.
Old school!! Of course you KEEP the liquid from the second boiling to cook all the required veggies bro!! But sticking the meat in the oven just makes it so much better than all sopping wet corned beef, it gets all crispy on the outside…..
supposed to see the sun tomorrow :) weather dood is forecasting dry (or at least fairly dry) until tuesday
still too wet to plant up here and the safe to plant date isn’t until mother’s day
isn’t that fucking horrible….
i make it old school and then boil it some more to heat it up (in the saved liquid) for leftovers the next day, and the next, and the next, and the next…
A non-drinking tune. Keep Your Eyes Open.
Just driving by, it’s my bedtime.
May 16 is the safe to plant day here, but this just feels like a very warm early spring.
I read that earlier in this week.. Talk about GREED these bastards are unconscionable… Money money money is all they fucking care about… Not a nice empathetic thought EVER! Torches and brooms for them…
That’s what happened when the BigPharma owned FDA grants a monopoly for a cheap but vital drug used for years….
It never ends.
That drug saved my daughter years ago. She was in such a rush to get born.
hey mr why — and g’nite
The pursuit of the almighty buck knows no bounds…! 8-(
only the rich will be able to afford the insurance that pays for that drug…
its a fucking class war and now they are targeting the babies they claim they want to live when trying to control a woman’s uterus with their ‘pro life’ crap. of course, these are the same folks that want the woman to die waiting 3 days for an abortion that would save her life.
Yep. Even worse, the Rethugs want to pass laws that every premature birth must be investigated for foul play on the part of the mother…
*spits* now there are the vicious thugs! *spits again*
and now that i’ve gotten that spit out, Suze! Pups!
It’s my Friday night, and i got to leave work early! ::happy dance::
Women are going to have to band together and I don’t mean NARAL and the other piddlyshit groups that take money and do nothing but send gimme emails. We’re going to need to raise money for abortions, meds, bus fare, etc.
hey ndfg — woohoo — party time!!!
Tis a shame their great concern for life stops at birth…!
hahaha, that’s great!
You DO have some Jameson’s RIGHT??
And isn’t it outrageous that it may come to that!
When you bring it all down to what eats at these creeps, they just hate women. That’s all it is.
the corrs and the chieftains
tis the sad truth
no … the raw veggies and hummus i was gonna have for lunch tonight at work. Couldn’t have ‘em at work because i left them at home, gah.
sweet! that’s your authentic Irish, right there.
jamesons makes even raw veggies and hummus taste good
…they just hate women, gays, latinos, blacks, Muslims, etc… That’s all it is…
All better now…! ;-)
jamesons makes even raw veggies and hummus taste REAL good
they just plain hate. if you are in any way different from them…
It is socially acceptable to hate women. “Cankles” “Cackles” “She’s too fa/skinny/ had some work done” etc. I’m sick of it all.
Excerpt from one of my short stories Under The Tree That Owns Itself in the upcoming Circle 8 Writers Group anthology Mother’s & Other Strangers:
“You’re a single mother,” Detective Lawry stated, not questioned.
“Yes,” Christina answered flatly, determined to resist the implications of being interrogated like some trailer trash hooker. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“No husband.” Again, a statement.
“Not lookin’. Are you?” she countered.
Lawry noisily pushed his chair back and crossed his legs. “No husband. No boyfriend. You can’t recall the names of any men you may have slept with. You have no idea who your daughter’s father is.”
Because there weren’t any father, Christina thought. After what happened when her mother crashed and was then sent to the dementia ward of the county home for telling the ER doctor about Osiris exiling her ancestors to Earth for crimes, Christina blanched at her own fate if she told Lawry the truth that she was asexual, as were all her kind; that she had fertilized her only egg nearly thirteen years ago when The Tree That Owns Itself told her to.
Yep. They won’t simply let us be ourselves.
my latest have-to-check-daily blog is MAL Contends from Madison Wisconsin. Daily dish of details about walker-the-wanker’s Kochroach, Randy “Bed” Hopper.
hee hee, I loved that when you told me about Bed Hopper ;-)
the pogues and the dubliners
Do any of you peeps know about The Tree That Owns Itself? It’s a tourist attraction in Athens, Georgia.
bed-hopper sounds like one of them nasty bed-bug kinda things…
Aloha, ndfg…! Well at least ya still get to enjoy ‘em…! I love hummus too, you ever try Tahini…?
Well, them Rethugs are a lot like bedbugs, waiting until we’re asleep to suck our blood…
a republican, goes without saying!
Christy Moore and Shane MacGowan
mmmm! yes! there’s a nice little greek deli down the street from me, i gotta get my weekly stash of hummus and baba ganoush. Last week they were out of baba ganoush, oh the horror! so i got kalamata olive hummus as well as the regular kind. MMMMM! nom nom nom
I don’t have one drop of Irish blood, but by God I wish I did when I hear all of these great songs…
unlike regular cockroaches, kochroaches don’t scatter when hit with light … and business hours seems to be their preferred time — another difference
The book will be out a couple weeks before Mother’s Day.
I really worked hard to craft that story. Kinda proud of it.
Father German. Mother pure Irish. Always took after Mom. Got her brown Irish eyes and sense of humor….
i’ve got irish on both sides of my parents, and on both sides of my grandparents. i guess that makes me a double double but there are so many other cultures in my family that i’m best described as a heinz 57
Same here – predominantly English, but with some German, French and even some Italian way back there…
When Irish eyes are smiling :-)
dutch, scottish, irish, english, welsh, german, french, basque, Cherokee — i’m sure there are more but that’s from off the top of my head
Wow! Basque and Cherokee, now that’s exotic — very cool :-)
I always thought since sliding here the first night you belonged to the world. All them heritages, I must’ve guessed right….
thanks dood :) i’m a product of the melting pot and have always thought of folks like me when i read that term in my school books
For Suz’s Basque side
Opening of my 2nd story, Nobody, in the upcoming Circle 8 Writers Group anthology Mothers & Other Strangers. Definitely not Sci-Fi:
The pain in her ass awakened Rebecca. “Jesus Christ, Adam,” she said. She hammered her elbow into her boyfriend’s ribs until his hard penis brutally pulled out of her.
“Ow, Babe, that hurt,” Adam whined.
“How many times do I have to tell you to keep it out of my ass, Adam? You know I hate it. You used to be a pussy man, now it’s my ass all the time. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you gone fucking gay or something.”
Rebecca heard the crackling of Ashley’s plastic-covered mattress, then the toddler’s inquisitive gibberish. “Damn, you woke the baby,” she murmured while pulling her panties and pajama shorts up.
Adam covered his groin with the corner of the sheet. “It’s time for you to get ready for work, anyway,” he said, lighting a cigarette.
“I need to get a shower,” Rebecca said. She observed her daughter grab the rails of the crib and pull herself up. The toddler squealed and giggled and hopped, but Rebecca no longer could be amused by such cuteness. “Can you change her diaper?” she asked Adam. “I’ll feed her after I get a shower.” The muscles of her rectum were trying to relax, but standing was painful. “Stay the fuck out of my ass,” she hissed while stiffly walking into the bathroom.
happy lucky 100 robert!!!
Dayam, my story smacked up against the 100!
my french side
sacre bleu!!! ;-)
Everytime I hear Lady Marmalade, it reminds me of that old girlfriend I broke away from when she nagged me into taking Disco lessons with her. O, did I hate having to pretend like that….
My miniscule Italian side
my dad used to say that the family history was fulla black sheep and then he would look at me and roll his eyes — twas back when i was a teen and trying his patience so not sure if he was pulling my leg or not… but the family does seem to have its share of rogue ne’er do wells
That just makes things that much more interesting! ;-)
Must be why you went into law enforcement: to rescue the family name…
i like to think its because i’m a libra — that whole scales of justice thingie
Suz, your ancestry (minus the Cherokee) and mine are pretty similar. I’m a mutt.
The most interesting relative I can think of, off the top of my head, was my great-great grandfather. Emigrated from England in the mid 1800′s, married an Englishwoman, somehow landed in Kansas, joined the Union Army and became a Capt., then years later was a Colonel in the Spanish-American war, and ended up to be consul to the Canary Islands.
hey that guy — how ya doing tonight?
I dated a Libra in my youth. Libras are always lookin’ for love in all the wrong places, from what I learnt….
on my dad’s side (through his mom’s family) we are kin to two presidents.. i forget which one but they were back a ways…. and i remember the fbi coming to our house when i was a teen looking for info on uncle earl (dad’s brother).. he had a way of marrying lotsa women and leaving when the money was gone… and never bothering to get a divorce before his next wife
My father’s father was a boyhood friend of Hitler. Grandpap was a mean ol’ bastard himself, according to my Dad.
That would describe my Libra dad, after my mom passed. He remarried in 6 months to a horrible, horrible woman. Thankfully that ended, and he’s now married to a really sweet lady. They’re two little peas in a pod.
That’s so cool about the presidents, and funny about Uncle Earl ;-)
Oh man! What a connection!
i figure i balanced that out with my moon in scorpio
Is your Uncle Earl still alive? If not, I’ll bet he died peaceful…
i don’t know.. prob not since my dad and all my dad’s siblings are gone now. i think my dad lost track of earl on purpose — i don’t recall ever meeting earl whereas i met the rest of my dad’s brothers and sisters (there were 11 total)
11! Damn Catholics!
hahaha – my sister in law’s mom comes from a French-Canadian family of 13 kids
the fbi visit was back in the days of the fbi tv show and i was real pissed when the folks ordered us kids outside while they ‘visited’
not catholic. my mom is the oldest of 11 and my dad was the middle of 11. back before the days of birth control
Yeah, and I’ll bet the girls always got to use the bathtub first, leaving their brothers to skoot around in the cold water….
That was guaranteed to arouse you kids’ curiosity!
It’s quite possible!
Just kidding. Back in those days, the only birds & the bees men knew to make sure their women didn’t stray was to “keep ‘em barefoot and pregnant”….
sure did — the lack of answers just pigued my curiosity more but i learned there were not many more answers on that subject.
my parents figured if i was old enough to ask the question i was old enough for the answer but there were not a lotta answers when it came to uncle earl.
Just a typical big Irish family, eh…? ;-)
i don’t think it was to keep the women from straying — i think it was from being poor and not having a lotta resources
If he’s still alive, I think he might owe my Aunt Kate some money….
i’m a mutt as that guy put it :)
Families can be so interesting. I recently learned that a great-aunt of mine, on Dad’s side, was kind of a wild child back in the 20′s and 30′s, and had two short marriages behind her when she decided to become respectable and married a doctor!
i fear there is a long line of aunt kates….
He should’ve gone Catholic. We are. My Mom bore only 8 kids, so I know that rhythm method works…
we used to watch the berkeley protests on tv during dinner looking for my aunt paula — we would usually see her munching on a carrot on the sidelines — she was on scholarship and lived on carrots for a while iirc
Bet she sees real good in the dark….
that’s great – the poor college student/protester diet ;-)
I wish I still had the newspaper clipping of one of my 2nd cousins getting arrested at a protest in Ann Arbor in the early 70′s. I can still see her face twisted in anger as a police officer slapped the cuffs on her.
I know one of my forebears came over on the Mayflower, we eventually settled in the Hudson Valley, were Loyalists and ended up in Nova Scotia…! ;-)
oh that’s neat CT!
evening, Suzzz, CT, LL, etal.
Now, I don’t know how true this is, but my Mom always claimed she won first place singing on the Ted Mack road show, and that Harry James wanted her to replace his female crooner who’d got married and left. Mom said she wanted to, but she was only 16 and her Mother wouldn’t let her.
the anti war protests lead to some interesting discussions around the dinner table. my dad was retired career navy, my mom’s sister was on the tv protesting, folks across the street from us had a son in vietnam and if a few days went by without hearing from him, his mom would come over all worried. was very interesting times and some interesting discussions that usually ended with my dad putting his foot down about something and huffing off to his chair to read the paper.
hey ppd — how ya doing tonight?
And when she was older and working in Deleware, she dated Bill Hanna of Yogi Bear fame….
You never know; things like that tended to happen in show biz back in that time.
how cool dood — how did you end up in hawaii?
Mom did have a gorgeous singing voice. I remember, as a toddler, she’s sit me on her lap and sing: “Buffalo Bob and his cowboy suit. He sure looks sweet. He sure looks cute.”
I and my sibs were too young during that time to really know what was going on (in the 60′s) but I sure do remember seeing casualty info on the evening news, and wondering about it. Clearly remember hearing about Bobby Kennedy, and that started my memories going forward.
My grandma used to sing “Mighty Like A Rose” to us when we were really little…kind of reminds me of your story.
pretty good, thanks
’bout time for me to turn back into a pumpkin and head off to bed singing drunken lullabies… thanks for letting me hang out with ya tonight
heh – maybe, but will hit 51 this summer…
Mom could yodel, too.
nite Suz, thanks as ever! I need to head out in a minute myself.
Wow! That is talent.
She should’ve snuck out and ran off with Harry James….
And just think how different things might have been!
*heh* A looong story that I’ll tell ya some other nite….! ;-)
I need to split, stayed up way too late…g’night friends!
Aloha, LL…! I think I’ll join the exodus…! Aloha Oe…! *g*
Just got in from a great Irish Evening. Perfect song, Suzanne.
Bless Flogging Molly and bless me, too.
Good Friday Morning Suz, (Not Irish nor Drunken Lullabies) A couple of my favorites for a long, long time, Rosalie Sorrels, “Rock Me To Sleep,” and when that new (grandchild) bundle is more than you can handle (I think the whole narrative prior to the song, is on her album, “Be Careful, There’s a Baby in the House,”) you hold her firmly, smile sweetly and rock her gently while singing the “hostile baby-rocking song.”
he openhope — sorry i missed ya and glad ya liked the selection tonight
hey nonq — wow, thanks — i had been trying to remember that song…. send them around to me was all i could remember
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