And not in a good way. Between work and softball, all of my spare time has been spent on my internet crack habit.
I actually have three Toons (characters) on WoW:
Deltasig - Night Elf Hunter

Playing the same character gets to be tiresome, so when it starts to feel like a chore I switch them up. However, I had a couple of breakthroughs with my Night Elf Hunter about two weeks ago and I've been trying to play him at every opportunity. (Really, it's more that I got a new pet and I've been trying to level him up. Just shows you how much of a nerd I really am)
That's where I've been the last two week. Playing WoW. If you care to join me, you can find me on the Blackhand server.
~Easy
Final standings
- 50 points - The Klotz
- 20 points - Erik
- 20 points - Diamond Dave
- 10 points - Bridgette
- 10 points - Lori
- 10 points - LisaS
- 10 points - Nutsy Fagan
I was a little bit surprised that there were so many left this time. Where's Maine when we need him?
Here are the answers. The ones no one guessed are a larger, red font.
I'll be back in two weeks with Randomeme 409!
~Easy
A motorized bar stool!!
This was probably my favorite sight on St Patrick's day. I've never seen this before, and I think it's pure genius.
This man deserves some sort of prize.
Yes, I posted it a couple of days ago with the other St Pat's day pics, but it's a bar stool with a motor. Frackin' awesome is what it is.
I'm just sayin'.
~Easy
Today's Photo Friday challenge was "edible" and I immediately thought of the annual Jell-O mold my wife makes for the 4th of July. It's actually kind of a running joke in our family as the results have been very inconsistent. One year it looks great and tastes awful, and other years it looks awful and tastes great.
This particular year it looked great, but that white layer had the taste and consistency of paste. Not the good paste like you had in kindergarten, the stuff you put wallpaper up with.
Still, it's an integral part of our 4th of July BBQ and it always will be.
~Easy
Before I get to the pictures suggested by that alliterative title, I wanted to throw out some Randomtheme hints. Here are some of the artists that MIGHT be there:
I hope that helps. Click HERE to go to Randomtheme.
Readers from the Glory Road know that we always go to Dogtown St. Patrick's Day parade, and never to the one downtown. This is because the downtown parade usually isn't on St. Patrick's day. To this Irishman, that borders on sacrilege.
In any case, here are some highlights from the parade. It was a beautiful day, and a record crowd turned out. There are more pictures are in the Flickr set if you want to see them
(The juxtaposition of those last two amused me)
~Easy
Last Sunday I posted a picture of Youngest Child's art class at an exhibit, prompting a couple of requests to show some of her work. So here is what $40/month will get you:
Not bad for a girl who turns 11 tomorrow, eh?
~Easy
As is my tradition, here are some Irish jokes for Saint Patrick's Day. Some are older than Ireland itself but need repeating for the holiday. :-)
Mrs. Flanagan went home and said to her husband, "The doctor wants me to bring him a urine specimen in the morning. I don't know what a urine specimen is, what am I to do?"
Mr. Flanagan replied, "I don't know, but if you go see Mrs. O'Toole, she'll know what to do."
Mrs. Flanagan then went down the road to Mrs. O'Toole's and returned a few minutes later with her clothes torn, a black eye, bruises all over her body, and her hair tangled like a bird nest. A shocked Mr. Flanagan gasped, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, woman! What happened to ye?"
"I went to see Mrs. O'Toole and asked her what a urine specimen is and she said 'Piss in a bottle, woman.' So, I said 'Go shit in yer hat !' And the fight was on."
The first man then asks, "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of course," says the second.
Curious, the first asks: "Where in Ireland?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it, Me too! Lets have another round of drinks to Dublin."
"Of course"
The second man can't help himself so he asks, "What school did you attend?"
"Saint Mary's", replies the first man. "I graduated in '62."
"This is becoming unbelievable!!!" They say in union.
About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. "What's up?" he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replied the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again!"
The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan's offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. "Is your bet still good?" asks the Irishman.
The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back. The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, "If ya don't mind me askin', where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?"
The Irishman replies, "Oh, I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first."
"Nothin', said the Irishman, "me wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!"
Once outside, he stood up and fell on his face again. So he decided to crawl the four blocks home. When he arrived at the door he stood up and fell flat on his face. He crawled through the door and into his bedroom. When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This time he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell right into the bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him, shouting, "SO YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING AGAIN!"
Putting on an innocent look, and intent on bluffing it out he said, "What makes you say that?"
"The pub just called; you left your wheelchair there again."
"That's nothing," says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Tool, it says here that he was 95 when he died."
Just then, Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that lived to be 145!"
"What was his name?" asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."
A: A bachelor.
Then they saw a rabbi enter the brothel, and the other Irishman said, "Aye, 'tis a shame to see that the Jews are fallin' victim to temptation."
Then they saw a Catholic priest enter the brothel, and one of the Irishmen said, "What a terrible pity...one of the girls must be quite ill."
"Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answers in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm glad you're okay, and I apologize. I didn't mean to hit you." And the golfer walks off.
"What a nice guy," the leprechaun says to himself. "But it was fair and square that he got me, and I have to do something for him. I'll give him three things I would want...a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life."
A year goes by (as it does, in jokes like this) and the golfer is back, hits another bad ball into the woods and finds the leprechaun waiting for him. "'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here," the little guy says. "I wanted to ask ye, how's yer golf game?"
"That's the first bad ball I've hit in a year! I'm a famous international golfer now," the golfer answers. "By the way, it's good to see you're all right."
"Oh, I'm fine now, thankee. I did that fer yer golf game. And tell me, how's yer money?"
"Why, I win fortunes in golf. But, if I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills all day long."
"I did that fer ye. And how's yer sex life?"
The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, "Errr, all right, I suppose."
"C'mon, c'mon now. I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a day?"
Blushing even more, the golfer whispers, Once...sometimes twice a week."
"What!" says the leprechaun in shock. "That's all? Once or twice a week?"
"Well," says the golfer, "I figure that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."
She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night."
The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?"
She says, "That he did, Father..."
The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary?"
She says, "He said, 'Please, Mary, put down that damn gun...'"
The priest asks, "Is that you, little Tommy Shaughnessy?"
"Yes, Father, it is." "And, who was the woman you were with?"
"I can't be tellin' you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Tommy, I'm sure to find out sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Brenda O'Malley?"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Patricia Kelly?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Liz Shannon?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't name her."
"Was it Cathy Morgan?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Fiona McDonald, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're a steadfast lad, Tommy Shaughnessy, and I admire that. But, you've sinned, and you must atone. You cannot attend church mass for three months. Be off with you now."
Tommy walks back to his pew. His friend Sean slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"
"Three month's vacation and five good leads"
Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little shit, O'Conner," says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand?"
"That I did," said Paddy.
"Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
The genie clapped his hands with a deafening crash, and immediately the entire sea turned into the finest brew ever sampled by mortals. Simultaneously, the genie vanished. Only the gentle lapping of Guinness on the hull broke the stillness as the two men considered their circumstances. Michael looked disgustedly at Patrick whose wish had been granted.
After a long, tension-filled moment, he spoke: "Nice going Patrick! Now we're going to have to pee in the boat."
"'Tis a good thing, too-that was a nasty habit you had!" responded McFadden.
"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening".
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."
Moments later he hears the sound of a police siren and brings his car to a stop. The officer, approaches Paddy's car and asks him what on earth he was doing. Paddy tells his story of the trees in the road when the officer stops him midsentence and says, "Fer Chris sakes, Paddy, that's yer air freshener!"
"Just water," says the priest.
The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"
The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord! He's done it again!"
That won him the top prize for the best toast of the night! He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the best toast of the night."
She said, "Aye, what was your toast?"
John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life sitting in Church beside me wife."
"Oh that is very nice indeed, John!", Mary said.
The next day Mary ran into one of John's toasting buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night with a toast about you Mary."
She said, "Aye and I was a bit surprised meself! You know,he's only been there twice! Once he fell asleep and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come!"
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's me husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..." "
I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, no Brenda... no." "No?"
"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
"I've lost all me luggage!"
"How'd that happen?"
"The cork fell out!" said the Irishman.
The girl took his hands and said "Dad - I've been meaning to tell you something for years but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it from you any longer. I've become a prostitute."
Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was called but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed and the priest was called. As the priest began to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother and daughter weeping and wailing, the old man muttered weakly "I'm a goner -- killed by my own daughter! Killed by the shame of what you've become!"
"Please forgive me" his daughter sobbed, "I only wanted to have nice things! I wanted to be able to send you money and the only way I could do it was by becoming a prostitute."
Brushing the priest aside, the old man sat bolt upright in bed, smiling. "Did you say prostitute? I thought you said Protestant!"
"Oh, no, I dinnae know that. Thank ye."
The Englishman returned to his two friends, complaining that he was unable to rile up the Irishman. So, the second Englishman decided to try it. "Did y'know that St. Patrick was a transvestite?"
"Oh, no, I dinnae know that. Thank ye."
The second Englishman returned to his friends, amazed that he also couldn't get a rise out of him. The third Englishman knew he had the solution."Did y'know that St. Patrick was an Englishman?"
"Oh, no. But that's what y'r friends have been trying to tell me."
As the speck gets closer and closer, he begins to rule out the possibilities of a small boat, then even a raft. Suddenly, emerging from the surf comes a drop dead gorgeous blonde wearing a wet suit and scuba gear. She approaches the stunned man and says to him, "Tell me how long has it been since you've had a cigarette?"
"Ten years," replies the Irishman. With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket on her left sleeve and pulls out a pack of fresh cigarettes. He takes one, lights it, takes a long drag and says, "Faith and begorah! Is that good!"
"And how long has it been since you've had a sip of whisky?" she asks him.
Trembling, the castaway replies, "Ten years." She reaches over, unzips her right sleeve, pulls out a flask and hands it to him. He opens the flask, takes a long swig and says, "'Tis absolutely fantastic!"
At this point she starts slowly unzipping the long zipper that runs down the front of her wet suit, looks at the man and asks, "And how long has it been since you've played around?"
With tears in his eyes, the man falls to his knees and sobs, "Oh, sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there too.
The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I drinks one for each o' me brothers and one for me self."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."
The Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no. Everyone's fine," he explains, "It's just that my doctor said I had to quit drinking."
~Easy
Welcome to the Randomtheme contest. This works very much like Randomeme, except that I chose these songs as part of a theme, determined by the last song in this month's Randomeme contest, rather than just tossing out the songs that came up at random.
This month's theme is Hot Blood as determined by the last song of Randomeme 903, Hot Blooded by Foreigner
1. Feel the fever burning inside of me (10 points to LisaS )
2. Sittin here, eatin my heart out waitin' / Waitin' for some lover to call (10 points to Bridgette)
3. I was like, good gracious ass bodacious / Flirtatcious, tryin' to show patience
4. It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet / On a hot summer night
5. Do you remember when we used to dance / And incidence arose from circumstance (10 points to Diamond Dave)
6. Tell me can you feel it / Tell me can you feel it / Tell me can you feel it (10 points to Lori)
7. And it went on yesterday and its going on tonight / Somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right (10 points to Diamond Dave)
8. Wound up, cant sleep, cant do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you
9. And you ain't, you ain't / You ain't got no lover
10. Try now we can only lose / And our love become a funeral pyre (10 points to Erik)
11. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got / I can cool 'em down when they're smold'ring hot
12. Lord almighty / I feel my temperature rising (10 points to The Klotz)
13. Watch out / You might get what you're after / Cool babies / Strange but not a stranger (10 points to Erik)
14. Folks were screamin' out of control / It was so entertainin' when the boogie started to explode (10 points to Nutsy Fagan)
15. What good is the dawn that grows into day / The sunset at night, or living this way
16. It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke / And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony (10 points to The Klotz)
*17. Where do bad folks go when they die? / They don't go to heaven where the angels fly (10 points to The Klotz)
18. Her love is red hot when she comes undone / Never thought gettin' burned could be so much fun
19. She had a dream / And boy it was a good one / So she chased after her dream / With much desire
20. Won't you look down upon me, Jesus / You've got to help me make a stand / You've just got to see me through another day (10 points to The Klotz)
Standings as of 3/20/2009 9am CST
- 50 points - The Klotz
- 20 points - Erik
- 20 points - Diamond Dave
- 10 points - Bridgette
- 10 points - Lori
- 10 points - LisaS
- 10 points - Nutsy Fagan
Good luck!
~Easy
Yesterday, Youngest child did a presentation at Studio W where she gets art instruction.
The art on the walls was all done by the students in the picture, all of whom are between the ages of 10 and 15. It was a big deal, as it would determine whether or not Studio W would continue to get funding from the St Louis Art Museum .
I think it was a success.
~Easy
This week has flown past, and it looks like life will not be getting any smoother. On tap for this weekend:
Additionally, there's the running around for overnights, and playtimes. Possibly, I'll manage to get some time for myself in there so that I can get some groceries, and supplies for the St. Pat's day parade on Tuesday.
Sheesh!
~Easy

