tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92189633673808648692024-03-13T09:15:22.046-05:00It's A Leprechaun's LifeMy name is Oisin. My mom, Tattycat, and I decided to write this blog to help all of you become more familiar with Leprechauns. I'm afraid we are basically misunderstood. (We're really much more mischievious than you think!) We hope you have fun reading about all of us.Tattycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238301423279573743noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-232413165715548282013-04-14T08:43:00.002-05:002013-04-14T08:43:42.899-05:00Feargal.. on the move!Feargal has made his way to a new temporary home! Knowing that Diane was going to be at the local Lace Day, I took the opportunity to pass him along to her. He had some good times while he was with Rebel and me..<br />
He hung out with BellaLuna and her family,<br />
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He visited a Haunted House...</div>
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But the sad day came when he was to leave us. He said goodbye to Rebel,</div>
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...he said goodbye, along with Miss Scarlet, to Conor and Rory...<br />
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And then, OH NO.. they were attacked by a zombie!</div>
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But, luckly, leps are very brave and fought her off immediately! Yay!<br />
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battatterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07923520239927450145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-89652463759815164852012-04-12T12:14:00.000-05:002012-04-12T12:15:27.287-05:00Someone else is excited about Shuttlebirds too!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNqMBBZT7UM/T4cJ2-LE_mI/AAAAAAAAC6c/9y_UZJaY33g/s1600/4.12.12%2B009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNqMBBZT7UM/T4cJ2-LE_mI/AAAAAAAAC6c/9y_UZJaY33g/s400/4.12.12%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730559890859294306" /></a><br />Brenda "Blathnaid" is coming to Shuttlebirds again. She had so much fun the last time! She has been a great little leprechaun helper. I must say, (and I mean no offense to the boys) but girl leps are so much less troublesome than the boys. My Brendan is still off gallivanting around the world...I wonder if he'll ever come home.<br /><br />If you are totally lost, I'll take a moment to catch you up. Brendan is my first Leprechaun. He came to me when I lived in South Korea. He is very adventurous and mischievous. I took him to Vietnam and it was there that he decided to part ways and go on his own. Every now and again I hear word about his travels. He is after all "Brendan the Navigator".<br />I missed him though so when I got back to the States his sister Brenda came to live with me. She is "Brenda the stay at home". Her Gaelic name is Blathnaid. She is stylish and organized...(two things I am not)...and although she loves a good joke (like all leps) she is more mild mannered than her brother. She is here to stay!LadyShuttleMaker aka MadMadPotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649649988687609909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-87653058812368900372011-12-24T09:03:00.000-06:002011-12-24T09:03:07.211-06:00Hello and Happy Christmas Eve!!...the surprise I received a little early this year???<br />
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A visit from the world traveller, Feargal! Yep, the little lep has come to visit Conor and Rori for the holidays! I can already imagine some of the fun he will have, but as you can see, he has already taken to Rebel, and vise versa! Rebel even gave him and the other boys a ride! Stay tuned to see what other adventures, and Christmas surprises, he has in store!<br />
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She and I have been so busy designing new shuttles that we nearly let St. Patty's day come and go without notice. Well at least I did (I am deeply ashamed to admit), and she is too well mannered to make a fuss about it. Had it been her brother Brendan, well...., he would have given me a proper and well deserved "what for"! So it's a good thing he is still gallivanting across the globe. Whew!<br />Thank you Ciarran!<br /><br /><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/237/F616269214432CD54A73720B6EC3BD51.png" />LadyShuttleMaker aka MadMadPotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649649988687609909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-1557117061009794092011-01-11T18:20:00.002-06:002011-01-11T18:21:37.667-06:00Blathnaid gets a makeover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-o0h_h9d54/TSzwFSqBJcI/AAAAAAAAB38/SV3WcK4PsEE/s1600/bren.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-o0h_h9d54/TSzwFSqBJcI/AAAAAAAAB38/SV3WcK4PsEE/s400/bren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561083613593806274" border="0" /></a><br />Since my little lep was such a help to me throughout my difficult pregnancy I decided to give her a little makeover.<br />Blathnaid aka Brenda, sister of Brendan the Navigator (who is off on his own adventures)has a new hairdo.<br />What do you think? It's a very modern asymmetrical bob. She wanted something stylish yet easy to maintain. Also, for her one year anniversary as a member of the Pence clan, I gave her a pearl necklace to match her pearl earrings. And for Christmas I decorated her leprechaun hat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-o0h_h9d54/TSzwFivWsrI/AAAAAAAAB4E/0SBAhqAPuZo/s1600/pdillbrnda.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-o0h_h9d54/TSzwFivWsrI/AAAAAAAAB4E/0SBAhqAPuZo/s400/pdillbrnda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561083617911157426" border="0" /></a>Blathnaid loves Piccadilly (naturally) and she likes to watch over baby to make sure I am doing a proper job as mum!<br />Just thought I would share. Since Blathnaid has been so quiet these past few months we don't want her leprechaun cousins to think she went off on her own adventures (like her brother) or, heaven forbid, become an uppity snob. Quite the contrary, she has been busy helping me with this and that.<br />She wants to make sure I tell all her lep cousins, "Happy New Year"! So lep moms across blogland please let your leps know that Blathnaid says "Hi".<br /><img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/237/F616269214432CD54A73720B6EC3BD51.png" />LadyShuttleMaker aka MadMadPotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649649988687609909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-73878165287470610052010-12-24T23:10:00.002-06:002010-12-24T23:13:00.650-06:00Merry Christmas from Danny<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9Iy0eGpI/AAAAAAAABBs/UN7xTSpMPis/s1600/danny.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554483305465649810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9Iy0eGpI/AAAAAAAABBs/UN7xTSpMPis/s320/danny.jpg" /></a> Danny wishes everyone a very Mickey Christmas!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9Ik3fwRI/AAAAAAAABBk/yEISf178mWU/s1600/disney.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554483301720244498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9Ik3fwRI/AAAAAAAABBk/yEISf178mWU/s320/disney.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9IkO3LZI/AAAAAAAABBc/qBSIUqJFw9E/s1600/lightcastle.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554483301549813138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TRV9IkO3LZI/AAAAAAAABBc/qBSIUqJFw9E/s320/lightcastle.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-36037355427507616392010-09-13T22:53:00.006-05:002010-09-13T23:24:19.157-05:00Leps at PalmettoDanny, Feargal, and Miss Scarlette all came with me to the Palmetto Tatting conference. Friday morning, Danny wanted to tell me something, but seemed to be having trouble getting started. Finally, as tactfully as he could, he said, "We've already seen all of your class projects. Instead of coming to class with you, could we explore on our own? We promise not to get into any trouble." Leps not get into trouble? Especially with their history of diving into the thread bins in the vendor room? Needless to say, I was dubious until Scarlett promised to keep an eye on them. Sure enough, I did not hear any reports of misbehavior. Well, there was a rumor of leps swinging from the flower arrangements, but Danny said, "Not me!" and Feargal said, "Not me!" and even Scarlett said, "No, ma'am," so I had to believe them.<br /><br /><br><br> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7yfai3EuI/AAAAAAAAA68/DOEhy5H3xDU/s1600/DSC01687+copy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516613215090840290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7yfai3EuI/AAAAAAAAA68/DOEhy5H3xDU/s320/DSC01687+copy.jpg" /></a><br><br> <br /><br><br> <br /><br />At the banquet, if the boys started to get too rambunctious, Miss Scarlett had only to raise her eyebrow or shake her head, and they would settle down immediately. Amazing. So I had to believe they had been good boys.<br /><br /><br><br> <br /><br /><br /><br />It was just the three of them at first. Fergus was feeling under the weather and had to stay home. Ciarran was there, but was staying off campus and they kept missing each other. Finally they were all together at the same time and place.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7yc2-6fQI/AAAAAAAAA60/KSQ649qPwyU/s1600/DSC01721+copy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 358px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516613171185089794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7yc2-6fQI/AAAAAAAAA60/KSQ649qPwyU/s320/DSC01721+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br><br> <br /><br><br> <br /><br><br> <br /><br><br> <br /><br /><br />What a sweet reunion!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7ybid0xYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gKhqBshIBfM/s1600/DSC01726+copy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516613148497724802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TI7ybid0xYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gKhqBshIBfM/s320/DSC01726+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br><br> <br /><br><br> <br /><br /><br />Danny knew all along that it would be time for Feargal and Scarlett to move on to their next visit. As they went away with Ciarran, he smiled and waved goodbye, and I pretended not to notice that his chin was starting to quiver a bit.<strong></strong>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-46472260667756499462010-09-11T13:47:00.001-05:002010-09-11T13:51:44.513-05:00Danny's Visitors(copied here from <a href="http://marthas-tatting-blog.blogspot.com/">Martha</a>'s blog entry 8/12/2010)<br><br /><br />Danny was surprised by a visit from Feargal and Miss Scarlett. They had timed their visit so they could travel with Danny to Palmetto TatDays. "You are going to have so much fun!" he said. Since they were tired from the journey, at first they just sat and talked. Danny enjoyed hearing all about their Grand Tour and getting news of his cousins. (Miss Scarlett noticed how he especially perked up when they were talking of Maebh, but she didn't say anything.)<br /><br />Then Feargal was ready to unpack and show off his skateboard. Danny tried hard not to look envious. Then he showed them around the apartment, and suddenly Feargal stopped and said, "What is That?"<br /><br />"That's the book stapler," said Danny. "You have to jump on it real hard to staple a book. I can do it, but it may be too difficult for you." (Leprechauns are naturally competitive, if you hadn't noticed.)<br /><br />But Feargal's eyes took on a strange gleam. "That's not a stapler, that's a skateboard ramp! I can skate down that, turn a flip in the air, and land."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOesJYiSWI/AAAAAAAAA58/VEV0qE6JxUQ/s1600/blog1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504417650847140194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOesJYiSWI/AAAAAAAAA58/VEV0qE6JxUQ/s400/blog1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Oh wow! I've got to see that," said Danny, now obviously awed by his elder cousin.<br /><br />"You musn't," said Miss Scarlett. "It's too dangerous!"<br /><br />"It will be great!" said Danny.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOerusY8TI/AAAAAAAAA50/netYR4WtYe0/s1600/blog3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504417643682656562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOerusY8TI/AAAAAAAAA50/netYR4WtYe0/s400/blog3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />"I can't look," said Miss Scarlett.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOerHF20gI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1AmSZXiHuhM/s1600/blog2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504417633052054018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOerHF20gI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1AmSZXiHuhM/s400/blog2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Here goes!" said Feargal.<br /><br /><br /><br />Feargal skated down the ramp at great speed, but what came next wasn't exactly a flip in the air. In fact, it was nothing like a flip. Suffice it to say, it's a good thing he is a magical being, so he was not injured in the fall.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOeq4OPxII/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q2pb5jKLQKY/s1600/blog4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504417629060711554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TGOeq4OPxII/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q2pb5jKLQKY/s400/blog4.jpg" /></a><br />Danny said, "That was awesome! Can you teach me how?"<br /><br />Boys will be boys....<br /><br /><br><br><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-70258660959063061792010-08-13T10:40:00.000-05:002010-08-13T10:40:31.218-05:00Cupid's In TownThe Cat alerted me to a disturbing event this morning.<br />
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Disturbing only to The Cat, that is. Maebh had been up very early and had been bored, so she turned on the computer to check out some sites on the diseases of bats - her current interest being chiropterology.<br />
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For some reason she had opened my blog by mistake, and that is when The Cat saw that she was fixated on a photo of ... who's that, but Feargal, Miss Scarlet and Danny!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The cat tried to get her attention as she was rivelted in front of the screen for a LONG time. She paid him no heed. He just shook his head and came to get me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5grF2UUrAg/TGP2y9krpCI/AAAAAAAAFeY/0OBq4eb5QQc/s1600/cupid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="342" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5grF2UUrAg/TGP2y9krpCI/AAAAAAAAFeY/0OBq4eb5QQc/s400/cupid.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I could not grab her attention either, and I noticed </div><div style="text-align: center;">she had an odd, dreamy look on her face.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The cat gave up and went back to sleep and missed Maebh's happy mood when she finally relinquished the computer. I had to check the weather I informed her so she handed over the controls. Finally.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">She was in such a good mood, she even checked my cluny tatting and told me I was doing "brilliantly!" Nice words from Maebh.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-38308528839654167132010-08-07T22:02:00.009-05:002010-08-12T11:52:13.278-05:00Palmetto Tat Days<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TF4e7pLpIwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4fo2Rtdoiik/s1600/Logo_xsm.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502869804709126914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TF4e7pLpIwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4fo2Rtdoiik/s200/Logo_xsm.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TF4fPUb_p2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/AvYBdjGBvdU/s1600/ptreesbanner-sm.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 65px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502870142737950562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TF4fPUb_p2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/AvYBdjGBvdU/s400/ptreesbanner-sm.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/TF4fFhAiNJI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qGugh8tDWX0/s1600/ptreesbanner-sm.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Leprechaun Edition</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">TAT DAYS 2010<br />"Fall Into Tatting" </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">August 27-28<br />GA Baptist Conference Center<br />Toccoa, GA </span></p><p align="center"><br />JOIN THE FUN!<br />Look who is already signed up!<br /></p><table><tbody></tbody></table><table border="1" width="100%"><br /><tbody><br /><tr><th>Ciarran</th><th>VA, USA</th></tr><br /><tr><th>Danny</th><th>NC, USA</th></tr><br /><tr><th>Feargal</th><th>CORK, IRELAND</th></tr><br /><tr><th>Fergus Og</th><th>NY, USA</th></tr><br /><tr><th>Miss Scarlett</th><th>CORK, IRELAND</th></tr><br /><br /></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br />5 registered for Tat Days 2010!<br /></p>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-37893612850432832192010-07-22T11:19:00.002-05:002010-07-22T11:30:22.969-05:00Feargal, Miss Scarlett, Oisin and IsaacWith cameo appearances by 5 of the 7 dwarves.<br /><br />The first collage shows Oisin and me swapping rides. I like his car pretty well and he loves my skateboard. Hey, Mum. Do you see me in your thread? I thought you were here. In fact, I insisted you were. Oisin's mum finally figured out that I was detecting your presence from your thread. She let me play in it for a while. I miss you Mum!<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhviPwxN9I/AAAAAAAAFic/BWJN1P4QiWM/s1600/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac.jpg'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhviPwxN9I/AAAAAAAAFic/BWJN1P4QiWM/s400/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />This one is when we first met Isaac after his nap. He is a very busy little boy! Oisin's mom made sure he was ever so kind to us and no damage was done. He likes to help Oisin with the skateboard. He tried to help me, but I don't need any help! He loves Miss Scarlett. I think in the picture he is saying, "My Miss Scarlett." Oisin's mum promises she will be continuing to travel with me even though she likes her very much too.<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhvivpvn9I/AAAAAAAAFik/sqMytSCrvxg/s1600/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac1.jpg'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhvivpvn9I/AAAAAAAAFik/sqMytSCrvxg/s400/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />These are some of my new "peeps." There are two more but they are camera shy. Isaac likes to stand them up and knock them down. They don't seem to mind at all. NOT ME. We Leps didn't take part in that!<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhvjV-Ph1I/AAAAAAAAFis/maiSxXAuX0I/s1600/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac2.jpg'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV0lazJ5ZpQ/TEhvjV-Ph1I/AAAAAAAAFis/maiSxXAuX0I/s400/Oisin+Feargal+and+Isaac2.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />I hope you enjoyed these pictures. There will be more, I am sure.Tattycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238301423279573743noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-55158472065690738822010-07-18T09:57:00.001-05:002010-07-18T09:59:20.280-05:00TWAS THE DAY BEFORE FEARGAL!One day this week I walked down the drive to see if the post had per chance arrived.<br />I was checking the traffic with not a little fear when two wee voices reached my ear.<br />I looked in the mailbox and what should appear but an envelope screaming, “We’re in here, we’re in here!<br />We can hardly breathe and it’s terribly hot. Wherever we were headed, this can’t be the spot.”<br />I’d heard a rumor of a Leprechaun traveling ‘round so I suspected the source of this indignant sound.<br />I tore open the envelope with excitement and trepidation. Would it bring happiness or cause a sensation? <br />Inside was a box that said “open here” on the end. I did so and out popped dear Feargal and his friend!<br />Gasping for breath and bent at the knees he said, “This is Miss Scarlett. She is traveling with me.<br />My name is Feargal, my mum sent me on tour. She said I’d find Oisin, my cousin, behind your door.”<br />“We are most glad to see you”, he said wiping his brow, “but I just can’t talk anymore right now. <br />Could you bring us a cold one and let us sit a spell? We have lots and lots of stories to tell.”<br />I brought them inside with their traveling gear and whispered, “Be quiet”, in Feargal’s ear.<br />“Our Isaac is asleep and you’ll have no cooling down if he finds another Lep has come to town.<br />He’ll be up soon, as will Oisin. Let’s get you both cooled off and you’ll be ready for them.”<br />I didn’t give him a cold one which might seem mean, but a Lep drinking alcohol isn’t a good thing.<br />We had some ice tea with lemon and a sprig. I thought Miss Scarlett was going to dance a jig.<br />We got them settled and went through their treasures. So many things of beauty it was hard to give measure. <br />Treasures from his mum and souvenirs to take back, the box is getting heavy. It is packed, packed, packed!<br />By this time my boys were coming awake and I wondered how long the discovery would take.<br />Not long at all, as luck would have it. The Leps danced with glee and Isaac had a fit!<br />Oisin introduced Isaac to his visitors with glee. They were all so intrigued no one even noticed me.<br />Isaac is having some trouble with Feargal’s name but he’ll get it just the same.<br />“Miss Scarlett” rolls off his tongue and sends me to giggles. (I don’t think he learned that accent from watching “The Wiggles.”<br />I settled them down with some cookies and cold milk. Miss Scarlett said it tasted like silk.<br />Then up from the table for fun and games. My living room will never be the same.<br />I’m not sure who is busier, 2 Leps or a boy, but they rode every car and played with each toy.<br />They told stories and laughed until Isaac’s mum arrived and then the trouble started like a working beehive. <br />You see, Isaac was “reluctant” to leave the celebration but knew his mum would hear no protestation.<br />He tried with his granddaddy and he tried with me, but we never interfere with mum, no indeed!<br />Isaac went home and Miss Scarlett said “goodnight.” The Leps stayed up talking until first light.<br />They had lots to catch up on and questions to ask. Granddaddy finally had to take them to task.<br />“Now you have stayed up all night and a new day is here. Isaac will be back and you are not ready – it is clear.<br />You’d better nap quickly and catch a few winks. Our boy will be ready to work out the kinks.”<br />They had barely dropped off when what did appear, but Isaac and his mum. “I’m here, I’m here. Where are my Lep friends and where is Miss Scarlett? I want to play. Let’s get started!”<br />Thus the first day of Feargal and Scarlett’s visit, but it’s not over yet, now is it?<br /><br />Laura Blanton<br />July 17, 2010<br /><br />(Pictures to follow)Tattycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238301423279573743noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-9083666199622446702010-06-11T15:48:00.000-05:002010-06-11T15:48:03.283-05:00Feargal and Scarlett's Memory Board New Mexico/Arizona!<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">Feargal and Scarlett landed in Silver City New Mexico around about April 23rd.....they had so much to do...including going to Tucson, Arizona on a mercy mission that they only just left on May 28th...bound for who knows where.....all I can tell you is that it's north!!</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">Oh my the pair of them had such a good time...from the very first hug with Donnacha.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feargal and Donnacha had set off south down Broadway in Silver City. They admired the old-fashioned Victorian Era street lamps, and laughed about the very uneven sidewalks and the very high curbs. They were glad for the ramps that someone had made just for their visit!</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Miss Scarlet, however, had a surprise spa day as a treat (and a retreat from playful Leps) and Feargal and Donnacha headed downtown. . . .South on Broadway at a brisk pace towards Silver City's Authentic 1800's Buffalo Bar! Which of course, is no place for a lady; even one in a red dress.</span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
The boys had intended to check out the Buffalo Bar, a place of renown (some good, some not as good) and local hangout for Bikers, Hippies and Cowboys. But they were just a few steps away from <b><i>Curl Up and Dye</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> when they began to be intrigued by the art in the windows of the galleries. </span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> Oh my, there was so much to be seen as they darted in and out of each Gallery on Broadway and they ended up on Texas Street. Their feet were beginning to be a bit weary, so they stopped in at the next Gallery.</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Oh boy the stuff they saw in ANIMAS was an eye opener for Feargal...I am surprised that he didn't have nightmares.</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJY6EDQb5I/AAAAAAAAERo/4yqM2LfkpNk/s1600/NewMexcioMemBoardBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJY6EDQb5I/AAAAAAAAERo/4yqM2LfkpNk/s400/NewMexcioMemBoardBl.jpg" width="397" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All too soon they headed off to Tucson Arizona, where they were much needed when Donnacha's 'Dad' had an 'op'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They made themselves useful looking after Mom between hospital visits and making her laugh!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJBX2NfNXI/AAAAAAAAERg/rD5CTwWVVg8/s1600/MemoryBoardArizonaBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJBX2NfNXI/AAAAAAAAERg/rD5CTwWVVg8/s400/MemoryBoardArizonaBl.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal was gobsmacked when Donnacha got a present of a skateboard. Both boys had been green with envy when they had seen Blathnaid on her snowboard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJdVETRytI/AAAAAAAAERw/6GvztWXzCeE/s1600/leprailslide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/TAJdVETRytI/AAAAAAAAERw/6GvztWXzCeE/s400/leprailslide.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal was insistent that he might have some sort of a board and could do as well as his Idaho cousin's snowboard! Leprechaun's apparently are rather jealous and want to 'keep up' with one another.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The good news is that Donnacha decided to give him the skateboard....aren't Leps wonderful!</div><div style="text-align: center;">When 'Dad' was well enough to go home, they all went back to Silver City and life on the ridge.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder where they are headed, and wish them a safe landing.</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-58322927857173248112010-05-24T20:48:00.002-05:002010-05-24T20:55:40.042-05:00Danny's Vacation, Part 2Danny has turned out to be a real lover of the outdoors. <br /> <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stKFN8U6I/AAAAAAAAAys/Kn-wE2JI8tI/s1600/DSC01547+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stKFN8U6I/AAAAAAAAAys/Kn-wE2JI8tI/s320/DSC01547+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475019423221568418" /></a><br />At Magnolia Plantation, he enjoyed the Nature Boat ride...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJ2ImS0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/dzjkdF4TP8A/s1600/DSC01554+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJ2ImS0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/dzjkdF4TP8A/s320/DSC01554+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475019419172621122" /></a><br />....where he saw birds....<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJV2GYVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/a2QsZtSy_GI/s1600/DSC01553+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJV2GYVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/a2QsZtSy_GI/s320/DSC01553+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475019410505097554" /></a><br />....and alligators.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJKBbmlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pjxfihhzdhI/s1600/DSC01568+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stJKBbmlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pjxfihhzdhI/s320/DSC01568+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475019407331400274" /></a><br />The next day we stopped at Edisto Memorial Gardens...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stIp8PRQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pWiE0hrBGKY/s1600/DSC01565+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_stIp8PRQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pWiE0hrBGKY/s320/DSC01565+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475019398719685890" /></a><br />...and the adjoining wetlands park.Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-20467859932086109742010-05-22T23:46:00.004-05:002010-05-23T00:09:05.328-05:00Danny's Vacation-Part 1Danny really enjoyed our recent vacation in South Carolina, even though being from Ireland, he was a bit less interested in the historic parts than the rest of us.<br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2etNuPsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G0Xuy10a17w/s1600/DSC01460+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325985718320834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2etNuPsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G0Xuy10a17w/s320/DSC01460+copy.jpg" /></a><br />His favorite part was lunch at an Irish pub.</p><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2LOjZs_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/rG--5AltYRY/s1600/DSC01444+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325651070235634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2LOjZs_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/rG--5AltYRY/s320/DSC01444+copy.jpg" /></a> Being a little shorter that the rest of us, he was the first to notice this beautiful little drinking fountain in White Point Gardens....<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KvYpFMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/JZNeTU-KzQo/s1600/DSC01469+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325642703606978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KvYpFMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/JZNeTU-KzQo/s320/DSC01469+copy.jpg" /></a> ...and this lovely lady in front of an antique shop.<br /></p><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2JoJrWvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hgpK77q1hbc/s1600/DSC01517+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325623581924082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2JoJrWvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hgpK77q1hbc/s320/DSC01517+copy.jpg" /></a><br />Here he is on the Fort Sumter ferry, with another ferry boat in the background.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KSQBwjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pHFJp3eOVWM/s1600/DSC01519+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325634882847282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KSQBwjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pHFJp3eOVWM/s320/DSC01519+copy.jpg" /></a> Like many native Charlestonians, he enjoyed walking on the Ravenal bridge over the Cooper river.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KJrp-HI/AAAAAAAAAww/KD00ydbHyeg/s1600/DSC01527+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474325632582809714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klE8Jgk7PpM/S_i2KJrp-HI/AAAAAAAAAww/KD00ydbHyeg/s320/DSC01527+copy.jpg" /></a> Here he is on the bridge with downtown Charleston behind him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902036588224843966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-91439843484874704912010-05-21T08:44:00.003-05:002010-05-21T16:19:43.090-05:00Feargal sends more stuff home!<div style="text-align: center;">Recap:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal's first stop was in Zurich,Switzerland to visit Finnbarr, they both moved on to Toronto where they left Maebh behind and were joined by Scarlett.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal and Scarlett traveled on to visit Donnacha in Silver City, New Mexico, also going for a stay in Tucson, Arizona and are now back in New Mexico. That's Ok with me, he can stay as long as he is needed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Postie recently brought a parcel of Feargal's <b>'stuff'</b> from his time with Finnbarr PLUS some other lovely goodies obtained for me....unobtainable in my neck of the woods.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You already saw the Myra Piper book in my last post.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_ZovmIbaXI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/IbI6CqBE54U/s1600/P1060413Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_ZovmIbaXI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/IbI6CqBE54U/s400/P1060413Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here we have .....Feargal's Swiss suitcase, and his cowbell.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous new Teal colour SewMate shuttles...my all time favourite shuttles, lots of floss threaders for loading beads onto my thread...now why don't we have them here???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wonderful samples of Turkish metallic threads, Altin Basak Nakis Simi....I am using them in my current project! and they work really well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't the shamrock that Finnbarr's mom tatted pretty? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tadgh wanted to show off Feargal's stuff. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He thinks that the suitcase is perfect for sitting on at the airport waiting to check in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_Zt0-PCY0I/AAAAAAAAEPw/lNNyb9Jzq4g/s1600/P1060420Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="321" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_Zt0-PCY0I/AAAAAAAAEPw/lNNyb9Jzq4g/s400/P1060420Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> He reckons that if a chap didn't mind getting his hat squished...he could travel in it....and not need a seat!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tadgh was horrified when I asked him to sit on a pile of moose droppings, a bit slippery but taste delicious was his verdict.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_ZsmAWqUZI/AAAAAAAAEPg/5hl0sWQIzjQ/s1600/P1060431Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S_ZsmAWqUZI/AAAAAAAAEPg/5hl0sWQIzjQ/s400/P1060431Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tadgh is enjoying Feargal's time away!!</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-4901723081462538732010-05-05T16:11:00.006-05:002010-05-06T23:41:36.601-05:00Feargal's Surprise<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Feargal and Donnacha flipped a coin to see who would get to ride the skate board first and surprise Loyal during their visit. They entertained him by riding up and down the nice counter by the window. Feargal was insistent that he might have some sort of a board and could do as well as his Idaho cousin's snowboard! Leprechaun's apparently are rather jealous and want to 'keep up' with one another. Arizona is a little short on snow but long on sidewalks!<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hhg7ad_kI/AAAAAAAABaU/cPL-fr9uTO4/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hhg7ad_kI/AAAAAAAABaU/cPL-fr9uTO4/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467899378425265730" /></a>Feargal was the first to go and Donnacha followed. Scarlett says she may give the skate board a try when no one is looking. She also wants to try out the BMX Bike that was added to Donnacha's toys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-HhgdMmFvI/AAAAAAAABaM/o19JMhof5fs/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-HhgdMmFvI/AAAAAAAABaM/o19JMhof5fs/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467899370314012402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hg0Ak7QrI/AAAAAAAABaE/b30_tcmCVnk/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hg0Ak7QrI/AAAAAAAABaE/b30_tcmCVnk/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898606717190834" /></a><b>Of course</b>, if there is food to be chosen, the boys are bound to become involved. They both voted for the Chocolate cake for dessert. They helped DH choose his menu for the next meal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hgzpns4aI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Fh9sUnAWdPY/s1600/IMG_1152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hgzpns4aI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Fh9sUnAWdPY/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898600554815906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hgy1R90kI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Wb2UoBVQPZM/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-Hgy1R90kI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Wb2UoBVQPZM/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898586505007682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>EATS! The Day </b>before the trip to the hospital, everyone enjoyed a healthy, breakfast at "The Good Egg". This is BJ's favorite place to have breakfast! The food is good and the service is terrific.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-HgyWdp04I/AAAAAAAABZs/HWteGVmtLUU/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S-HgyWdp04I/AAAAAAAABZs/HWteGVmtLUU/s320/IMG_1147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898578232529794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Although</b> everyone was tired on Sunday, when we arrived, the kids wanted to go to Applebee's to eat dinner. Of course, it wasn't Wed. night and Feargal was insistent that he and his "peeps" were definitely not children! But they enjoyed their rack of ribs with spicy, chipolte bar b cue sauce. Feargal decided in New Mexico that he was a big fan of RED Chlies; but, Donnacha fancies GREEN…Ms Scarlett declined the hot offerings but enjoyed a mild, carnitas enchilada without chilies of any color!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">Although the visitors are having a really good time, they are making plans where to travel next. However, Tucson will be their home for a bit longer and then on to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">----------------------oops! They won't TELL but all cousins should be alert because they might arrive at your doorstep in a week or so…BJ doesn't want to slow up their progress and they are so FULL of energy! </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div>Ridgewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13268684588250261751noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-26227110267258533782010-05-01T15:37:00.002-05:002010-05-01T15:41:49.651-05:00Note to Maebh ~ Feargal says, "Please, do not worry"<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Maebh <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">is a 'bit concerned' about Feargal's checking out nail polishes~</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9yRPLHMDUI/AAAAAAAABZc/QPMHKhjxcb8/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9yRPLHMDUI/AAAAAAAABZc/QPMHKhjxcb8/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466403737587944770" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>NOT TO WORRY<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">says Fergal...I was merely helping BJ choose THIS BRIGHT RED, called "It's Raining Men" ~ she says that it is also a song! The beautiful pendant on BJ's hand was done by Judith Conners of Australia...</span></span></b></span></span>Ridgewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13268684588250261751noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-34294729787345785472010-04-30T18:14:00.003-05:002010-04-30T18:36:06.322-05:00Continued: Feargal and Donnacha find the Day of the Dead<div>Feargal and Donnacha had set off south down Broadway in Silver City. They admired the old-fashioned Victorian Era street lamps, and laughed about the very uneven sidewalks and the very high curbs. They were glad for the ramps that someone had made just for their visit!</div><div>The boys had intended to check out the Buffalo Bar, a place of renown (some good, some not as good) and local hangout for Bikers, Hippies and Cowboys. But they were just a few steps away from <b><i>Curl Up and Dye</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> when they began to be intrigued by the art in the windows of the galleries. Oh my, there was so much to be seen as they darted in and out of each Gallery on Broadway and they ended up on Texas Street. Their feet were beginning to be a bit weary, so they stopped in at the next Gallery.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk79OnFfI/AAAAAAAABZM/lZqlut4Txlw/s1600/IMG_1143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk79OnFfI/AAAAAAAABZM/lZqlut4Txlw/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073553955132914" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>ANIMAS!!!!! </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The boys discovered a plethora of Mexican Art, most of which honored the holiday, </span> The Day of the Dead</b>. But they rested by familiar figures of Saints. It was carved wood and gilded. Some was made with tin, all were brightly colored.</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk7f3ktqI/AAAAAAAABZE/ClgKZvz8Ia4/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk7f3ktqI/AAAAAAAABZE/ClgKZvz8Ia4/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073546073880226" /></a>Donnacha always has an eye for the girls, but Feargal was still thinking of the Lady Lep in Toronto. They did think the ladies could have eaten a bit more food for they seemed to be quite thin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk6-kAOUI/AAAAAAAABY8/J83HoLJqFpk/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tk6-kAOUI/AAAAAAAABY8/J83HoLJqFpk/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073537133427010" /></a>Donnacha and Feargal sat down with one of the 'older' dead ladies and she told them the significance of the celebration of the Day of the Dead in Mexico; and indeed, in most of New Mexico. Donnach bought a little treat for Feargal's Mom; he tried to choose one that wasn't so 'spooky' and well...bony! </div><div><br /></div><div>This is where Bj, Miss Scarlett and Rebekah found the Leprechauns... spread out and being told the history of the area and about the Day of the Dead....</div><div><br /></div>Ridgewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13268684588250261751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-62868165152584909982010-04-30T17:04:00.012-05:002010-04-30T18:05:27.166-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9teH5u8m_I/AAAAAAAABY0/inTx3EOyDvY/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9teH5u8m_I/AAAAAAAABY0/inTx3EOyDvY/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466066062594055154" /></a>
<br /><div>Donnacha, hid behind Feargal as they perched on Kelly's shoulder, while Miss Scarlett rested below. Kelly is the proud owner of<b> Curl up and Dye</b>..THE place to be pampered in Silver City, New Mexico! Kelly's ear rings aren't bad either! She LOVES ear rings...the longer the better! She is Donnacha's Mum's stylist and good pal. </div><div>
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<br /><div>Miss Scarlett gave some thought to hair color; but, decided just to have a good wash and her hair pinned up in it's accustomed style.</div><div>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><i> AT CURL UP AND DYE</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Kris greeted Feargal and Ms Scarlett with a big smile. Feargal was very interested in seeing what was to be had; but, discovered he didn't need a haircut! Miss Scarlett chose a massage, a rest in the sauna and a pedicure; but, before the boys left, Fergal had to check out the many colors of nail polish available. Donnacha was happily looking magazines.</span></span></b></span></span><div>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYqlAI3HI/AAAAAAAABYc/loSvsxxKvuU/s1600/IMG_1123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYqlAI3HI/AAAAAAAABYc/loSvsxxKvuU/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466060061254671474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Miss Scarlet, however, had a surprise spa day as a treat (and a retreat from playful Leps) and Fergal and Donnacha headed downtown. . . .South on Broadway at a brisk pace towards Silver City's Authentic 1800's Buffalo Bar! Which of course, is no place for a lady; even one in a red dress.</span></span></b></span></div><div>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYFeeW5TI/AAAAAAAABYU/3DUxRmOy4Ls/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYFeeW5TI/AAAAAAAABYU/3DUxRmOy4Ls/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466059423847212338" /></a>First a pore-cleansing, relaxing dry heat Sauna...
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYFCq3XsI/AAAAAAAABYM/8-38HEo4kQc/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYFCq3XsI/AAAAAAAABYM/8-38HEo4kQc/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466059416383479490" /></a>One quick look, and the door was closed! Of course, privacy is required for the undressing.</div><div>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYEgyD34I/AAAAAAAABYE/yyT8UjRZTCM/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYEgyD34I/AAAAAAAABYE/yyT8UjRZTCM/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466059407286853506" /></a>Next a trip to the massage room, where Miss Scarlet was rather plaintive about having to strip down; .after, learning she could not just cover up with the towel.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYEDY-vuI/AAAAAAAABX8/8aGlQdNwCjU/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYEDY-vuI/AAAAAAAABX8/8aGlQdNwCjU/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466059399397031650" /></a>Feeling quite refreshed and back into her proper clothing...she settled down to have a pedicure. Her feet were so sore from chasing around after the busy, busy leps. Ahhhh...the foot bath
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYDkMyvOI/AAAAAAAABX0/NF4-QkHzzXg/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrUOdbXRfDE/S9tYDkMyvOI/AAAAAAAABX0/NF4-QkHzzXg/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466059391024413922" /></a>Oh my, how good the warm bubbles felt on her feet and toes. And a nice creamy massage followed...Miss Scarlet has found heaven! No polish please, I'm a very natural person.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The time had passed so quickly and Miss Scarlett and BJ had begun to worry about what sort of mischief the two Leps from Ireland may have found! Rebekah, Bj and Miss Scarlett hopped into the car and headed downtown. Much to their dismay the boy's were not at the Buffalo bar, nor had the been seen there. Oh my! Where could they be???? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Rebekah reasoned that since Silver is a town of Art Galleries of all sorts, that they'd better start checking out each one. Since Rebekah is the person who mats and frames at Las Animas, she suggested they start there...and so they did!</div>Ridgewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13268684588250261751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-36524766386836225292010-04-29T12:46:00.002-05:002010-04-29T12:46:58.335-05:00Another day, another postcard!<div style="text-align: center;">You just can't imagine the excitement at Lep HQ when the postman brings another postcard from Feargal or his cronies. This was meant to bring a little light enjoyment into some lives, but we didn't realise how much enjoyment it would bring to Lep HQ's life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This time it was a postcard from Feargal while he was in Toronto, massively delayed by volcanic ash!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9cfPwW4yEI/AAAAAAAAEMg/4NPdq-qu4QE/s1600/FeargalTorontoCardBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9cfPwW4yEI/AAAAAAAAEMg/4NPdq-qu4QE/s400/FeargalTorontoCardBl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is what he wrote.....can still see Maebh's input here..especially with the little tatted flowers again...what a joy that Lep is!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9cfu8AwZkI/AAAAAAAAEMo/kDtGUHFvY0s/s1600/Feargal%27sCardTorontoBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9cfu8AwZkI/AAAAAAAAEMo/kDtGUHFvY0s/s400/Feargal%27sCardTorontoBl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
I wonder what is happening now that he is away from her <strike>clutches</strike> influence.</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-46532705777650661702010-04-26T17:02:00.000-05:002010-04-26T17:02:31.037-05:00Maebh sends a card, Feargal sends his souvenir home!<div style="text-align: center;">Great excitement here at Lep HQ....as the vocanic ash crisis settles down (fingers crossed)....we got post!! Yup that's right real snail mail post!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maebh sent a postcard from her time in New York with Mini Boss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RhdV2EmwI/AAAAAAAAELI/xEw_RXRllXE/s1600/Maebh%27s+PostcardBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RhdV2EmwI/AAAAAAAAELI/xEw_RXRllXE/s320/Maebh%27s+PostcardBl.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is what she wrote.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RhsCPCafI/AAAAAAAAELQ/vO2ujkpqIYM/s1600/Maebh%27sPostcardBackBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RhsCPCafI/AAAAAAAAELQ/vO2ujkpqIYM/s400/Maebh%27sPostcardBackBl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She is a good lass is Maebh. She may look ferocious at times,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RizbgsDrI/AAAAAAAAELY/5h1CNBp4bJI/s1600/cookieBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RizbgsDrI/AAAAAAAAELY/5h1CNBp4bJI/s400/cookieBl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but underneath that attitude beats a heart of gold.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sure that <strike>stealing</strike> wanting that Spiderman Cookie held by an innocent child was hugely exaggerated!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For instance when she saw the picture of my best ever Cherry Blossom...she says that she sang to the tree to make it do it's best!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You may well be wondering why Maebh seems so <strike>fierce</strike> gifted..she turned the cats paw into a radish, threatened me with warts on my nose and an evil troll in my roof!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well this is what I have been told .....</div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium;"><span class="il">"Maebh</span> says that although she attended the <span class="il">Lep</span> <span class="il">Academy</span> she befriended a wizard when visiting a magic shop to find some blown glass shamrocks..... She apparently learned a bit of the other stuff...."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maebh told Feargal that he should send his souvenir home......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RjV-Eu80I/AAAAAAAAELg/KafS1uYvtNQ/s1600/Feargal%27sNoteBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RjV-Eu80I/AAAAAAAAELg/KafS1uYvtNQ/s400/Feargal%27sNoteBl.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">....so like a good and obedient Lep (did he have any choice!!) he did.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think that this was bit of an excuse so that she could send <i>'stuff</i>' to me!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seem that she had been <strike>rifling</strike> sorting through her mom's thread stash to see what was new and interesting.....<b>with her mom's permission of course</b>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loaded up some cards with Lizbeth 20 (she knew that I only have one ball of it) in 4 great toning colours of solids and varigs. Thanks a million Maebh...you are doing great work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She crammed as much thread on as she could get away with! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9Rw9JDwZ-I/AAAAAAAAELo/H-U3IL3XCAU/s1600/P1060354Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9Rw9JDwZ-I/AAAAAAAAELo/H-U3IL3XCAU/s320/P1060354Bl.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey! did you see the little tatted flowers on the postcard she sent..more on the envelope with the goodies in....her tatting is improving.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh! you want to see Feargal's Canadian souvenir???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RySeug_1I/AAAAAAAAELw/IWhM_eYWj4Q/s1600/TballBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9RySeug_1I/AAAAAAAAELw/IWhM_eYWj4Q/s320/TballBl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cute isn't it??</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tadgh and Nollaig went ballistic...get it <span style="color: red;">ball-istic</span>! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I told them they should leave it alone as it's Feargal's......would they listen.....nope .....they ran off to play with it in the garden.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday the weather was wicked, fog, sheeting rain and wind....and now the petals are falling down off the Cherry Tree like snow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tadgh decided to play in this snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R0ERSypgI/AAAAAAAAEL4/OAYj2YHbzVQ/s1600/P1060335Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R0ERSypgI/AAAAAAAAEL4/OAYj2YHbzVQ/s400/P1060335Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He wasn't really too sure what to do with it.....Nolláig didn't have a clue either!</div><div style="text-align: center;">He tried to kick it but he kept falling over....... he tried to stand on it........</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R99pDVGLI/AAAAAAAAEMI/YdayHF9cJvg/s1600/P1060340Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R99pDVGLI/AAAAAAAAEMI/YdayHF9cJvg/s400/P1060340Bl.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">.......sit on it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R9AwhTXGI/AAAAAAAAEMA/yPZZ5Um5-Mk/s1600/P1060341Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R9AwhTXGI/AAAAAAAAEMA/yPZZ5Um5-Mk/s400/P1060341Bl.jpg" width="363" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Exhausted he fell off and it flattened him.......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R-2SR-I1I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/v2hih7X10Sc/s1600/P1060347Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9R-2SR-I1I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/v2hih7X10Sc/s400/P1060347Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">........he decided to sit on the wall and hold it while he thought...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...this was a fraction of a second before he fell off in a puff of wind!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally in desperation he climbed a tree to show it off.......a Maple tree!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">very funny Tadgh!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He says to tell Feargal that he will keep it safe and BTW, what IS IT FOR???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-80215587057900245542010-04-25T16:43:00.000-05:002010-04-25T16:43:09.313-05:00Feargal's 3rd stop!<div style="text-align: center;">I was out last evening and came home to an absolute plethora of good news in my in box........my lips have to remain zipped on some of it.....but I can reveal that Feargal and Scarlett landed safely in</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;">NEW MEXICO!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my goodness</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been watching the relevant blogs since he set off 9 days ago...wondering where he was heading.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart skipped a beat when I saw where he was/is! He couldn't be staying with a nicer Lep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9AlaipbQvI/AAAAAAAAEJU/dA53Rw303PU/s1600/IMG_1115Bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9AlaipbQvI/AAAAAAAAEJU/dA53Rw303PU/s400/IMG_1115Bl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal looks so happy to see his bro' again.......and is up for the adventures to be had in Silver City...even the name sounds exciting.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can read all about his arrival <a href="http://ridgewoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/excitement-on-ridge.html">here</a> and follow his further adventures as they unfold on <a href="http://ridgewoman.blogspot.com/">this blog</a> and also on <a href="http://itsaleprechaunslife.blogspot.com/">this blog</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are still a few leprechauns out there who may be going to miss out on a visit.....your names and addresses ARE in Scarlett's little green bag but they wont be activated unless you leave a comment with a request....no pressure!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile while Feargal was in the air, not worried in the slightest by volcanic ash, Maebh had other fish to fry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
She was watching over the safe delivery of<a href="http://www.tat-ology.com/2010/04/she-has-arrived.html"> Mini Boss</a> and causing quite a stir with her all important presence. Here she is guarding the baby carriage.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9AowM1qq5I/AAAAAAAAEJk/PtgSnP3PvwA/s1600/New+babyCarriageBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S9AowM1qq5I/AAAAAAAAEJk/PtgSnP3PvwA/s400/New+babyCarriageBl.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't begin to imagine how proud she is feeling.............<br />
she looks awfully smug! </div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-20816867069793015042010-04-23T07:08:00.001-05:002010-05-29T12:55:20.558-05:00Toronto memories!<div style="text-align: center;">It's all down to memories now!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal and Scarlett reluctantly left Toronto yesterday...bound for who knows where!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No sooner had she arrived when the fair Scarlett had to inform the two <strike>sweethearts</strike> leps that they</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">had to part....<strike>she is such a spoilsport</strike> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S8XxMhD05nI/AAAAAAAAEJE/0FeVOkIP2oU/s1600/ScarlettBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S8XxMhD05nI/AAAAAAAAEJE/0FeVOkIP2oU/s400/ScarlettBl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only ones who know his destination are Scarlett.....probably Maebh and Maebh's mom who had to put them on the plane.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal had such a fabulous time ...poor Scarlett the organiser didn't get to see much at all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can read ALL about their antics in Tat-ology <a href="http://www.tat-ology.com/2010/04/his-bag-is-packed.html">here</a>, <a href="http://www.tat-ology.com/2010/04/does-everyone-do-this-and-lep-update.html">here</a> and<a href="http://www.tat-ology.com/2010/04/touring-toronto-with-feargal-and-maebh.html"> here</a> and also in <a href="http://itsaleprechaunslife.blogspot.com/">It's a Leprechaun's Life.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will just recap a little and show you the photos that are going onto Feargal's Memory Boards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S8Xtu1NjxtI/AAAAAAAAEI8/_2943rG-CbY/s1600/TorontoMemBoardPeopleBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S8Xtu1NjxtI/AAAAAAAAEI8/_2943rG-CbY/s400/TorontoMemBoardPeopleBl.jpg" width="397" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">They met so many people, Meabh just seems to go up and talk to them ...like the man on the beach who she thought looked Irish.......... and he was.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The adventures that these two had ...they should write a book!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218963367380864869.post-64917712588550219412010-04-14T14:01:00.000-05:002010-04-14T14:01:07.626-05:00Feargal's Memory Board 1<div style="text-align: center;">Tadgh and Nollaig are following our intrepid adventurer's exploits with a mixture of envy and fear.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They decided to set up some Memory Boards for Feargal's return so that he will never forget his</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>World Tour</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S78IG_cvRaI/AAAAAAAAEI0/2afsdtZ5eZE/s1600/Arrival+In+TorontoBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zh5fXaGgOWI/S78IG_cvRaI/AAAAAAAAEI0/2afsdtZ5eZE/s640/Arrival+In+TorontoBl.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Finnbar had thrown the mother of a hooley to celebrate Maebh meeting Fox (a partnership to end all partnerships!!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feargal swears that Finnbarr tripped over that bottle as he has never touched a drop in his life...before.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Secretly I think he was still intoxicated with Maebh (<i>she who intoxicates</i>).</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finnbarr surely was.......he was <b>INSISTING</b> that Maebh stay with him!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">as if that would do any good...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maebh just sat and watched the two lads make fools of themselves!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finnbarr reckoned that he would win her heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">because</div><div style="text-align: center;">he is taller that Feargal,</div><div style="text-align: center;">has more hair,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and is younger!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream on Finnbarr... Maebh has other fish to fry!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eventually Maebh moved into her new home....which she shares with THE CAT.....apparently she refuses to use his name.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can read <b>ALL</b> about it on <b>Fox's blog</b> <a href="http://www.tat-ology.com/2010/04/guess-who-came-to-dinner-magical-news.html">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You really should.....she has a way with words.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">more anon...</div>Tatskoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282750261031558615noreply@blogger.com2