Cb and C

Are you having your Corned Beef and cabbage today?

It’s funny but a little research reveals that the dish of Corned Beef and cabbage is not really an Irish dish but is an Irish-American adaptation.  Pork is the meat of choice in Ireland so when immigrants came to America they found bacon and ham to be a little out of their price range.  Being the highly versatile folks they are, they substituted the much cheaper and readily available Corned Beef.

So…Reuben dear, you would be a ham sandwich or a BLT in Ireland.  Thank goodness for the thriftiness of the Irish-Americans…in all of us.

Good times...

Good friends...

Good health to you...

And the luck of the Irish

In all that you do!

Creative Tuesdays…Breakfast rules or does it just have rules?

Just coffee please, ACEO

As a rule (I know its not good for you so don’t judge me) I never eat breakfast.  I just can’t seem to work up much of an appetite in the mornings.  If you think about it there is not much to choose from.  So since Creative Tuesdays at goodteatoo.blogspot.com the theme is breakfast I had to really think hard about this one.

On the other hand, breakfast is my husband’s favorite meal.  He can eat it morning, noon and night.  Me, I like variety and breakfast doesn’t have a lot of that unless you consider the way you cook your eggs.  Oh yeah, there are always sweets like cereals, donuts, and pancakes. These are also breakfast-approved items, but…whom might I ask does the approving?

I would like to know who wrote the breakfast rules. If you eat a hamburger before the clock strikes 12 will the breakfast police arrest you?  I guess if you really wanted to shake things up you could have a pepperoni pizza.

Restaurants must have a copy of the breakfast rulebook.  Just you try and order something that is not on that limited list before the designated time frame. I pull into a drive-through at 10:30 a.m. and tell the cheerful but garbled voice that I would like a cheeseburger. (I know I shouldn’t but cut me some slack here, like you don’t break your diet once in a while)

“You want what?”

“We don’t serve cheeseburgers before 11:30.  How about a sausage and egg biscuit?”

Don’t misunderstand me I like eggs in moderation, but I settle for the breakfast of  un-champions…coffee, black.

God bless the Irish

Lucky ACEO 

I am not Irish.  My husband is Irish and he gave me his very Irish last name, so I guess I am sort of Irish by assimilation.  Wow that was a mouthful of Irish. 

Anyway, this Thursday marks St. Patrick’s Day which is a very Irish holiday and therefore very important to the Irish, even the assimilated Irish in all of us. So this week I will print some Irish blessings written by Irish poets, Irish saints and Irish regular guys and gals.

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Grant me a sense of humor, Lord,

The saving grace to see a joke,

To win some happiness from life,

And pass it on to other folk

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May you be a half hour in Heaven

Before the devil knows your dead

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God needed laughter in the world

So he made the Irish race

For they can meet life with a smile

And with a happy face.

Daylight losing (sleep) time

Ring, ring, ring

I am going to be one cranky person on Monday. Spring daylight savings has once again arrived intent on messing up my usual schedule. Don’t preach, I get it, I know all the details. Daylight savings time is supposed to save energy and great thinkers like Benjamin Franklin have promoted its benefits since way back in the 1700’s. Sorry Benny, I still hate it. Ok, I take that back. I like it in the fall when we actually get more sleep.


I am cursed with having an internal clock that always wakes me at the same time. Unfortunately, I don’t have a button on my head that allows me to reset the thing. Now it will be one hour later than usual, and it will take a while to readjust. I get used to things the way they are and changes just throw me off. I mean, I was still writing 2010 on checks until the end of February. This day is just going to whiz by and when I lay me down to sleep at my clock set bedtime, my inner clock will insist that it will be too early.  I will lay wide-awake until that infernal timepiece inside my body finally decides to get with the program. By that time, I will have tossed for an hour and I will no longer be tired. Therefore, I will lose even more sleep.

When morning comes around, coffee by the gallon will be in order as I stagger out of bed with bleary eyes an hour late for whatever commitments I have on the agenda.

Yes, I know you sun worshipers out there are cheering this clock adjustment. Therefore, to all you daylight saving time lovers I have a few questions for you. Are you really going to stay up outside later when you have to get up at 5 a.m.? Are you really going to get off the roads and not drive anywhere? If you live in a warm climate, (think VA or Fla.) that gets to be over 100 degrees with 100% humidity during the summer, are you going to stay outside and not use your A.C.? Will your tiny tots go off to bed willingly as they insist that it’s “not night yet? “ Last of all on Monday morning, are you going to jump out of your bed, chipper and refreshed and smiling broadly in a very morning person kind of way? I think not.

Auto incorrect

ACEO in pencil

Can anyone tell me why we need a simple little phone or an Ipad to tell us what it is we are trying to say?  Personally I find it a little intimidating.  I type my version of Hydrangea. Maybe my spelling is a bit off, but not to the point where the recipient of my text can't understand.  I look before I send, and it now says--Hydrant, just like magic!  Not even close! It has changed from a beautiful flower to something on which dogs do their business.  Now just imagine the sentence combinations!!

"Your hydrants are so very beautiful, that I stop to admire them while walking my dog."  

Well, we know the dog does only he doesn't show his admiration with his eyes. 

There are times when my daughter texts me things that have my jaw on the table first and then laughing till I cry.  Honestly, wouldn’t you rather everyone think you are a poor speller or prone to typos than unintended risqué comments?  And they call them SMARTPHONES!  Maybe they should be re-named smart aleck phones.

I am sure there must be a way to shut this unwanted service off, but finding it when you are electronically challenged, is well, a challenge.  So I guess I will just have to be diligent in checking everything before I send.  

I say join the campaign to stop the auto correct right now.  Tell your friends, write to your congressmen, just make sure you look before you BLEEP and your WORLDS haven’t been CHARGED…otherwise known as...look before you leap and your words haven’t been changed! 

Who’s afraid of the big bad pastel?

"Your blocking my view" pastel

Why do so many artists shy away from the medium of pastel?  Why does it always seem to me as if pastels are the ugly stepchild of other artist’s materials? Maybe I am a bit biased.  I love pastels and I have worked with them for years. 

I get the reasoning.  There are issues when using pastels.  The pigment dust gets everywhere, the painting can smear and you must frame it under glass.  When you spray a fixative (which I rarely use) the whole painting changes colors.  And then there is the issue of your hand that always seems to be a bit large and can wipe the slate clean in a moment of carelessness.

Through the years I have learned certain things.  I always cover my work in progress.  This guards against little art critic birds that somehow manage to fly in through a door carelessly left ajar without my knowledge.  Oh, yes, bird doo doo is impossible to remove from a half completed pastel. 

And while I am on a rant, why do I always feel the need to explain to non-artists that pastel is a kind of chalk? Sometimes they stare at me like they totally understand and then I realize that the quizzical looks are really quite quizzical!

I just finished a new pastel painting with the intention of entering it in a local fine arts exhibit and I discover that there are very few entries, so few in fact, that they will not even be judged. This particular exhibit is in its 60^th year!  I work in many mediums.  I like acrylic, watercolor and graphite.  And stigma that it may be, I like pastel.

So tell me…”Who’s afraid of the big bad pastel, la la la la la?”

Pearl or chunky bead Bracelet

While browsing through a Department store recently my eyes caught some beautiful pearly beaded bracelets.  I'm not really a jewelry designer but I figured, what the heck.  I could try and create something similar and it wouldn’t cost me as much as the ready-made prices.  I am fortunate enough to own a bead design board, but you can easily substitute a kitchen towel to set up your design and keep the beads from rolling while you are working.

You will need:

Some pearlized glass beads in desired colors (or beads of choice)

Needle nosed pliers, round nosed pliers and wire cutters

Eye pins (I used sterling because of allergies but you can use regular findings)

Spring rings or lobster claw clasp

 Jump rings

Tape measure

1.     Poke the Eye pin through the center of the bead.  Using the wire cutters snip the cut end about to about a ¼”. 

2.     Using the round nosed pliers bend down to the left and then at the base bend the other way into a round shape making sure the ends meet to close.  You will have rings on both sides of the bead.  (After you do a few it gets easier)

3.     Use a jump ring to attach the beads together.  Use a twisting motion to open the jump rings rather than just pulling apart.  Make sure the ends meet to close.  Make the bracelet as long you need.

4.     Attach the spring ring with a jump ring to the last bead on one side and you are done!

5.     Wear with pride.

Where is Cyndi Lauper when you need her?

air art

I just read a short blurb in my local paper that recently at an Argentina airport Cyndi Lauper grabbed the public address microphone and broke into a rendition of  “Girls just wanna have fun.”  And everyone did—have fun that is.

They say that music soothes the savage beast.  Airport delays, layovers, lost luggage and rude fellow travelers can turn even the mellowest of people into if not savage beasts, then beasts nonetheless.

On my recent flight I witnessed a woman shoving everyone else’s carry-ons out of the bins so she could stuff her over stuffed bag inside.  I saw another, in her hurry to de-plane conk a fellow on the head.  The guy reeled a bit and I am sure saw a few stars and it wasn’t outside the window. Yet another sprinted past elderly people in order to get overhead bin space.  Just so you know I always check my luggage.  It’s just not worth the fuss.

Oh Cyndi, where are you when needed?  A little music, especially a bright happy tune would make loads so much lighter. Oh what lucky passengers to be stranded at an airport with Cyndi. Alas there was no Cyndi Lauper in Atlanta.  On the bright side, though, there was also no Charlie Sheen!

Liquid Sunshine

I guess you could say that I am a pessimist.  I know those half full glass people are just cringing at my words. Rain is not one of my favorite things but I know that it is necessary for other favorite things like the water in my shower. My husband is one of those chief optimists. He calls rain “liquid sunshine.”  I love the man, but would so like to just deck him every time he utters that totally optimistic phrase!  Kidding, but seriously when we woke up on Sunday morning after the trip to Texas, it was raining cats and dogs. 

While I’m at it what does raining cats and dogs mean anyway?

Well, much the same as when a small child asks a question such as why is the sky blue, most of us, unless we are meteorologists can’t come up with an intelligible answer.  There are a lot of theories for this axiom, such as cats and dogs sleeping on thatched roofs and sliding off when it rained.  Yeah sure!  I know my cat wouldn’t be up there in the rain. She’d be right where she is at this very moment, in front of the fireplace.

Then there are the ones that allude to Norse mythology or translations of words, again, that doesn’t sound too plausible to me.

How about tornados?  They can scoop up animals in television movies and drop them elsewhere?  Don’t laugh, it’s probably happened although I am sure the animals will be a little worse for wear.  Fish and frogs have been documented as dropping from the sky, but I can’t for the life of me see how anyone would confuse a cat for a fish or dog for a frog!

Then there is the issue of bad sanitation in the old days that would cause the gutters to be full of dead animals.  While I don’t think anyone can say for sure, I am betting that this could be the answer. I am sure that there may have been a few cats and dogs, but probably rats and pigeons as well.  So maybe they should just alter this saying to read:

“Oh my goodness, it is raining cats, dogs, rats, mice, pigeons, possums…and… garbage!”

Airport blues

Old San Antonio Church

I just got back from San Antonio, Texas last night after a grueling flight. We had to fly on an airline that I don’t usually fly on due to the fact that not many airlines go to San Antonio-- and I’m not naming names.  I will say this.  It makes no sense to me that we would have a three hour layover in Atlanta (huge, huge airport) and the connecting flight boards right next to the one we came in on, while the flight on the return trip had a 40 minute layover and the connecting flight was clear on the other side of the airport.  Did I mention how huge the airport in Atlanta was???

Ever see someone running in an airport?  Well, the reason is very clear to me right now.  Someone who is lining these things up has a wicked sense of humor.

Luckily we managed to make it but if the flight wasn't delayed, (Yup another airport benefit) well, I’d still be in San Antonio.

Anyway, the trip itself was a little hectic, but things will now get back to normal, I hope.