Sunday, March 25, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
If I could just take a paintbrush and sweep it over the earth i think many things would be PINK, i think that God also loves pink because the first thing in the morning when i drive to work and wake up in the morning is the pink on the mountains and pink tinted clouds in the sky.
i would surprise my grandkids with breakfast made with these..........................
but instead i guess we will settle for this...................
this is a very good drink i made from a recipe while watching Steven and Chris, except mine is alcohol free!!! So first i chopped a half english cucumber, some mint leaves, with a quarter cup of cherry soda to blend in the blender, strain juice in a glass and add fresh lemon juice and as much as you like of the remaining cherry soda. it is very good!!! such a fresh taste.....
Happy Pink Green Saturday and may you enjoy the blessing of Saint Patricks Day on sabbath.
lots of best wishes
bev
i would surprise my grandkids with breakfast made with these..........................
but instead i guess we will settle for this...................
this is a very good drink i made from a recipe while watching Steven and Chris, except mine is alcohol free!!! So first i chopped a half english cucumber, some mint leaves, with a quarter cup of cherry soda to blend in the blender, strain juice in a glass and add fresh lemon juice and as much as you like of the remaining cherry soda. it is very good!!! such a fresh taste.....
Happy Pink Green Saturday and may you enjoy the blessing of Saint Patricks Day on sabbath.
lots of best wishes
bev
Monday, March 12, 2012
What Shall I Say About the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his God.
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his God.
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