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No Foolin', The River's Green!


Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone! I don’t believe in luck, but I extend blessings galore to you today. We’re all on a journey in life and sometimes the world can be a letdown. So let’s be sure to cheer each other up.


When I was a young girl, I lived in Chicago. On St. Patrick’s Day, the Irish mayor of that great city would schedule a big fancy parade and dye the Chicago River green. Of course the next day, the river would revert back to its murky color. Talk about a letdown.


While I was at work yesterday, I noticed a Blue Bunny container in the freezer. The flavor was Cinn-sation. Picture this: rich vanilla ice cream with sticky cinnamon buns atop and cinnamon sticks poking out on the sides. Yum! I wondered if our receptionist gave into her sweet tooth again. I couldn’t just look at the picture, I had to see what the ice cream looked like. I dared to open the container only to see frozen homemade vegetable soup staring back at me! What a letdown. Was this her Irish sense of humor?


Sometimes things just are not what they appear to be. Are the leprechauns causing any mischief in your life? Enjoy the day and don't forget to smile!

Comments

  1. Kathleen March 17, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    My Irish blood runs green today, and so too the blarney that often accompanies my heritage.

    Now you've got me craving ice cream. Lunch may just have to include some!

    Kathleen

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  2. KelliGirlMarch 17, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    Happy St. Patricks Day. I think everyone has a touch o'green today. The leprechaun has already been here causing mischief.

    Have a happy day. :-)

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  3. Terri TiffanyMarch 17, 2009 at 12:55 PM

    What a letdown that would be! No mischief here today but then again...the day isn't over! Have a good one!

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  4. AnonymousMarch 17, 2009 at 4:50 PM

    You make me instantly smile. Happy St. Patrick's Day. No mischief here, and you know what...I'm happy about that!

    God Bless you,
    Alleluiabelle

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