“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin

I’m getting lots of hits on my blog today from folks using the search term “irish car bomb” because of this previous post: Irish Car Bombs, Crying, Jello Shots, Family, Tequila…It Must Be Christmas!. Most are, I’m assuming looking for the recipe, so here’s my PSA for St. Patrick’s Day (I’m a poet and don’t even know it)….

IrishCarBomb.com, where you can learn everything you always wanted to know about the Irish Car Bomb. ‘Tis magically delicious!

I’m also adding this Irish Blessing because I am 1/2 Irish and it has meaning to me. We sang it at my high school graduation and was also the prayer used at my father’s funeral. No better place than an Irish funeral for an Irish Car Bomb.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Thanks for stopping by!

I’m getting lots of hits on my blog today from folks using the search term “irish car bomb” because of this previous post: Irish Car Bombs, Crying, Jello Shots, Family, Tequila…It Must Be Christmas!.  Most are, I’m assuming looking for the recipe, so here’s my PSA for St. Patrick’s Day (I’m a poet and don’t even know it)….

IrishCarBomb.com, where you can learn everything you always wanted to know about the Irish Car Bomb.  ‘Tis magically delicious! 

I’m also adding this Irish Blessing because I am 1/2 Irish and it has meaning to me.  We sang it at my high school graduation and was also the prayer used at my father’s funeral.  No better place than an Irish funeral for an Irish Car Bomb.

 May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Thanks for stopping by!

“At heart, I have always been a coper, I’ve mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I’ve always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I’d be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.”— Elizabeth Wurtzel

Ok, so maybe going to see The Reader wasn’t the optimal choice of movies to attempt to get me out of my funk.  And maybe that last sentence was the understatement of the century.

That is one freakin’ depressing movie.  My head is still spinning from it all.  I won’t review the movie or go into great detail.  The beginning is HOT, and I mean porn-hot.  Then….almost unbearable heartbreak, tragedy, psychological damage, devistatingly poor choices, pride overtaking good judgment, oh yeah….and Nazis.  YIKES.  Don’t get me wrong, it is a great movie.  It just didn’t help my mood.  My friend and I were both sobbing (literally) through the majority of the last half.

I am well aware that this self-serving pity party isn’t helping anything.  I’m a psych major for God’s sake.   Intellectually, I know exactly what my problem is AND how to fix it.  Emotionally though, I’m just stuck for now.

So…plan B:  Beer.

Thanks for stopping by!