Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

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May the light always find you on a dreary day

When you need to be home, may you find your way

May you always have courage to take a chance

As you take each step in life's joyful dance

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A happy St. Paddy's Day to all of ye!! This is, for obvious reasons, the major holiday in our home!

My morning started in my classroom with 27 second graders peeking under traps they set yesterday, to catch Larry the Leprechaun (a long term resident in the room). Squeals of delight bounced off the walls when they found green foot prints meandering from trap to trap and seeing that the traps had fallen as intended. There was little disappointment when they found, under each trap, not Larry, but candy, necklaces, green plastic coins and confetti. What fun we have had all day!

My week began and will end with dance, dance, dance! The mini goddess daughter is a competitive and performing Irish dancer. She competed in Washington State all weekend and has dance every night this week, either in performance or practice. She will dance five performance tonight in two different towns and tomorrow up I-5. Sounds tough? Only on the Irish dance moms who get to do hair and make up, feed the crew and shuttle their cute little Irish bums all over the state! Stay tuned for a dance blog next week to include lots of fun pictures!

Wednesday evening, the dancers were at a hospital performing in a dining room for a cardiac care recovery group. The little dancers did their cute, lovely little soft shoe dances and then the daughter and her champion friends came on to poound out the "Riverdance" type hardshoe pieces. During the large group number, a security gaurd comes in, looking rather sheepish and says to the coordinator, "Uh....there is a lady downstairs....uh....delivering her baby....and, uh...this is really pissing her off....could you STOP!?" BAHAHAHAHA! Well, the dance moms, some of who have done that duty four or five times, just kid of looked at each other, like, jeeez, doesn't she have enough to worry about. The coordinator just kind of looked at the guy. He left, we finished the show and we assume the baby was born and probably wasn't named Patrick! I have f0r sometime wanted to get a shirt that says, "DEATH TO ALL ACCORDIAN PLAYERS" but have been told that the daughter may not medal at fiesanna (competitions) with her mother in that shirt....testy bunch, those Irish dance judges. But, I do not recall caring what happened around me during labor...hell, they could have had a bagpipe convention march through and I would not have noticed!

By the way, the last line of the blessing above, before I rewrote it was "and never find frogs in your underpants"....HONEST! ;-)