Karen, wouldn't it be great to find enough purple shamrock things to decorated with. Maybe someone will here our CRY out for PUPRPLE. I would love to be a decorator and get paid for it. Don't mind being the talk of the town when it's a good thing.HAHA Jane, I think they came up with the saying 'shop till u drop with me in mind'.LOL I do love to shop when it works out. You need to come visit so we can go shopping together. Candy, my tree is the big brother? You know it's been a pink tree for Christmas for years and years.LOL It does look more manly decorated in green. Thanks so much everyone for all the sweet comments. I so need to start thinking about Easter decor. Not sure I'm going to have time to fit it in this year. Punk

Sol: There's a Song about Green Eyes. It was before your time. I think you are 39 yrs. I just had a shot of Irish Creme !!! Here's some Paddy's day humor some one sent me. LOVE THE IRISH -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love The Irish Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, 'Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest o' me life and give up me Irish Whisky!' Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, 'Never mind, I found one.' ababab Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and asks the first man he meets, 'Do you want to go to heaven?' The man said, 'I do, Father.' The priest said, 'Then stand over there against the wall.' Then the priest asked the second man, 'Do you want to go to heaven?' 'Certainly, Father,' the man replied. 'Then stand over there against the wall,' said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and asked, 'Do you want to go to heaven?' O'Toole said, 'No, I don't Father.' The priest said, 'I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?' O'Toole said, 'Oh, when I die , yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.' ababab Paddy was in New York . He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop at a busy street crossing. The cop would stop the flow of traffic and shout, 'Okay, pedestrians.' Then he'd allow the traffic to pass. He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk. After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?' ababab Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney. 'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!' 'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?' ababab An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car. He says, 'Sir, have you been drinking?' '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!' ababab Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.' 'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?' 'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.' 'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?' She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.' ababab Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whisky bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and his butt. Kathleen stared at him from across the room. She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?' Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?' 'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror. =

Happy St Patrick's day! Not doing anything today but recover from a work-related injury. I left work early yesterday and called in today. On light duty when I go back later this week. I've been sleeping most of the time, taking Flexeril knocks me out completely.

My Uncle Paddy's name was spelled Phadraig in Ireland, which is the correct Irish or Gaelic spelling. When he came here as a young teen in the 1920's, the spelling was changed to "Paderick" which he kept all his life; his nickname was spelled "Paddy" both in the US and Ireland. I think it's always been spelled St. Patrick or Patty's day in the US, so you weren't wrong, suzieque, and your friend was technically incorrect. There is more than one way to spell Patrick, as there is with many names - Suzy, Suzie, Susie, for instance! As for being disrespectful? Hogwash! Sherry (Sherri, Sherrie, Cheri, you get it...)