Skip to main content

Best Week Ever - Pi(e) Day and St. Patrick's Day

I rarely get excited.  I'm known for being stoic.  Actually, I like the label, but it is a week like this I can barely contain myself.  My two favorite holidays are in the same week, Pi(e) Day and St. Patrick's Day.  Pi(e) day comes on Wednesday, March 14th (3.14) and whoa contain yourself, Saturday is St. Pat's Day.

What? You may ask is so fantastic about March 14th.  Fair question.  I just think it is fun to have a day that encourages the consumption of PIE.  It is quirky and I prefer pie over cake any day.  So I'm looking forward to getting my pie on Wednesday.  Now I can't decide rather to indulge and enjoy a slice of pie by myself or purchase a whole pie and bring it home to share with my lovely and understanding wife.  In previous years I would involve one of my son's, typically my younger who seemed to tolerate my quirkiness better.  Well he moved out last month.  Leaving me with an empty nest and no pie eating buddy.  Maybe I'll text both of them right now, share the excitement and show them my love for each...them and pie.  (10 minutes later and no reply...I thought they were the text generation)

St. Patrick's Day is really just an excuse to drink.  But really who needs an excuse to drink beer, maybe Irish whiskey also?  I like this holiday because it doesn't require any gifts or cards. (Although stupid me should encourage the card exchange since I'm a card drawing cartoonist).  Like a lot of holidays it does come with its own menu; corned beef, cabbage and potatoes.  Yum.  Food that I don't bother to eat any other time of the year,  like turkey and honey baked hams.


Go get a pie and don some green Saturday and drink a beer.   Just because there is no gift and no cards doesn't mean you can't indulge yourself.






Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

How to Become a Motivational Speaker

Here is a list of sure fire ways to become an inspiration and launch your career as a motivational speaker. Get Fat Get Addicted to Drugs or Booze Kill Some One Take Advantage of People I've noticed this as a popular trend over the years.  If you can manage to make a complete wreck of your life, then correct and clean up this mess you've created, you will earn the right to tell other people the secrets and methods of how not to do what you did, or correct their own mess, which can lead to a very enriching career as a motivational speaker.   Their is no shortage of examples out there. The Formula to Motivational Speaking get fat, have surgery to loose weight, become inspiration do drugs, become drug addict, almost die, get clean, become an inspiration have one drink, drink more, do something stupid, self profess being alcoholic, stop drinking, become inspiration kill someone, go to prison, come out, tell people killing is bad, become inspiration build company from scratch, rob ...
Post a Comment
Read more

One Girl Walking 2185 Miles in 111 Days, ALONE

hiker alone accept the sounds of the dark woods. Boon, Cartoons, cartoonist for hire, boondawgoggle, doodles, One Guy Drawing It is without a doubt my long held aspiration to thru hike the AT (Appalachian Trail).  I wanted to share this one Thru Hiker's Blog. This young lady, trail name Wired, just finished her 2185 mile hike yesterday after 111 days on the trail.  She updated a blog daily with wit, candor, and pictures sharing her day to day trials, tribulations (like her monthly periods) and triumphs along with the characters and players that make an AT thru hike an unique experience.     Yesterday's completion of the AT makes her a triple crown long hiker having previously completed the CDT (Continental Divide Trail) and PCT (Pacific Coast Trail).  I encourage you to start at Day One and make reading her blog the daily start to your day for the next 111 days. Walking With Wired: Day 111: Katahdin Baby! : The Birches Campsite(2180.1)-Mt Katahdin(2185.3) Maine...
Post a Comment
Read more

Departure

My mother reached down, straightened my tie and told me to go on outside and wait by the car. My sister soon joined me, dressed in a typical 1970’s plaid dress, knee socks and black buckle shoes. The sun had just started to rise on this late summer day in the suburbs of Washington, DC.  Me being all of six years old and my four year old sister, dressed to the nines standing in the driveway next to the family’s light blue Volkswagen Beetle must have been a sight of curiosity for the neighbor out walking his dog before leaving for work.  He must have known, although we were in our Sunday best, church was not our destination. Soon our mother appeared dressed in the latest seasonal fashion and in keeping with mine and my sister’s attire.  She pushed the storm door open and stepped to the side of the small concrete stoop to hold the door open for our father to emerge.  He was in a brownish suit with a perfectly coordinated tie that was classic seventies, ironing boa...
Post a Comment
Read more