07 May 2012
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R. Linda:
Here is the official notification that the blog be closed from 9 May until 19 May because of a well-needed holiday in Ireland. I will try to send you a postcard of a short, freckled, red-haired person with long ears and a beard, dressed in a green suit. But if I am not successful in that venture, I'll just have to send you boring pictures of beautiful green fields and scenic landscapes . . . with the inscription on the back saying, "I'm having a good time . . . sort of, Love Gabe." OR, you can wait until I return, and I will put pictures on the blog . . . or not, depending on how compromising the photographs are considering the company I will be in. Oi!
And Fiona, if you want a postcard, send your address to me, DON'T put it in the blog's comment section UNLESS you want everyone in the world to know where you live. Though why do you want a postcard from yours truly, from a land you used to live in, I've notta clue, but OK.
And yes, R. Linda, I be talking meself into a good time. I will be trying to anyway. When I think I have myself convinced, I overhear my wife talking to her mother, and it all goes POOF. AND Mr. Kits knows something be up. He sits next to me and stares at me for hours on end like I be about to do something BAD. The dogs are clueless, but not the cat.
The kiddos are looking forward to having the house pretty much to themselves, and I was told by O'Hare that as soon as we were "outta here", the place turns into "potty central", which would make one gasp, but he does have a New England accent and he really means PARTY central. Not that that is any better, but he and Guido plan to have fun with the two house invaders who informed me they may be staying on when we come back! So I might not come back. Just thought I'd let you know that. So don't call the blog police; just know I be well and in HIDING until they leave.
However, I have faith in me two wee miscreants that they will cleanse the house and probably our lives of the home invaders when they get done with them. Then all will be good and safe for yours truly to return to the abode, if not the dishevelled abode.
If the Dragon Lady gets too much for me, I will be drinking until me liver screams, and me eyeballs turn yellow. I hope when that happens, me brain will shut itself off, and I will have a good time even when I don't remember who I am because I won't care who I am. If that fails, the last day we will be at the Cliffs of Moher and well . . . be terrible she takes a tumble over the side, but with me luck, it would be me goes over and not her! Oh, and as you so rightly remind me, dragons can fly. Darn!
Anyway, I hope to come back with some juicy good stories and hope the excitement level of most of them will be benign and not overly taxing (for me), considering the company I will be in. Oi! The weather forecast is mostly rain for the first two days, and can you imagine ME inside a limo with DRAGON yapping about the weather? It be Ireland after all, and the woman, well, there be THAT factor, she'll blame it on ME! No amount of explanation will be acceptable when she's on HER holiday.
You know, I could stay there in one of those castles and become the "creepy old guy who lives in the big house with cats." It's much like living in the blog with me crazy imagination. Actually, it's the same thing. Would I know the difference?
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Here is the official notification that the blog be closed from 9 May until 19 May because of a well-needed holiday in Ireland. I will try to send you a postcard of a short, freckled, red-haired person with long ears and a beard, dressed in a green suit. But if I am not successful in that venture, I'll just have to send you boring pictures of beautiful green fields and scenic landscapes . . . with the inscription on the back saying, "I'm having a good time . . . sort of, Love Gabe." OR, you can wait until I return, and I will put pictures on the blog . . . or not, depending on how compromising the photographs are considering the company I will be in. Oi!
And Fiona, if you want a postcard, send your address to me, DON'T put it in the blog's comment section UNLESS you want everyone in the world to know where you live. Though why do you want a postcard from yours truly, from a land you used to live in, I've notta clue, but OK.
And yes, R. Linda, I be talking meself into a good time. I will be trying to anyway. When I think I have myself convinced, I overhear my wife talking to her mother, and it all goes POOF. AND Mr. Kits knows something be up. He sits next to me and stares at me for hours on end like I be about to do something BAD. The dogs are clueless, but not the cat.
The kiddos are looking forward to having the house pretty much to themselves, and I was told by O'Hare that as soon as we were "outta here", the place turns into "potty central", which would make one gasp, but he does have a New England accent and he really means PARTY central. Not that that is any better, but he and Guido plan to have fun with the two house invaders who informed me they may be staying on when we come back! So I might not come back. Just thought I'd let you know that. So don't call the blog police; just know I be well and in HIDING until they leave.
However, I have faith in me two wee miscreants that they will cleanse the house and probably our lives of the home invaders when they get done with them. Then all will be good and safe for yours truly to return to the abode, if not the dishevelled abode.
If the Dragon Lady gets too much for me, I will be drinking until me liver screams, and me eyeballs turn yellow. I hope when that happens, me brain will shut itself off, and I will have a good time even when I don't remember who I am because I won't care who I am. If that fails, the last day we will be at the Cliffs of Moher and well . . . be terrible she takes a tumble over the side, but with me luck, it would be me goes over and not her! Oh, and as you so rightly remind me, dragons can fly. Darn!
Anyway, I hope to come back with some juicy good stories and hope the excitement level of most of them will be benign and not overly taxing (for me), considering the company I will be in. Oi! The weather forecast is mostly rain for the first two days, and can you imagine ME inside a limo with DRAGON yapping about the weather? It be Ireland after all, and the woman, well, there be THAT factor, she'll blame it on ME! No amount of explanation will be acceptable when she's on HER holiday.
You know, I could stay there in one of those castles and become the "creepy old guy who lives in the big house with cats." It's much like living in the blog with me crazy imagination. Actually, it's the same thing. Would I know the difference?
Gabe
Copyright © 2012 All rights reserved
9 comments:
duly noted lol I sent to your email. have a safe and fun trip I'll be looking forward to stories when you get back!
Bí an saol agat, Gabe!
Gabbie I'll meet yer arse at da cliffies
Got it. Ok
Here's an idea, why don't you come to one of the castles so you can reprise your performance of dancing on tables? On second thought the cliffs are probably a better idea you can dance on the edges. ;-)~~~~
LOL
OFF the edge?
but grab a dragon before you go over!
Don't encourage that, LOL
Its across the pond is it cappy? Have a smooth sail err are you flying? Whichever it is have a pleasant trip and don't do anything I wouldn't.
P+)
Gabe, have a safe and enjoyable trip. We will miss you!
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