Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I couldn't seem to get this little punk [Reilly] away from me. Catherine says whenever he sees me he gets rowdy and wild. I saw it first hand, especially earlier in the day at my favorite Mexican restaurant. He calmed down a bit after two Sheriff's Deputy's who were having lunch came up to our booth and gave Reilly a little lecture. But once they left the little mongrel came out. After lunch we went back home to prepare for some St. Patty's day fun.




He kept insisting that I take pictures of his toys.





He wouldn't sit still.





More farm animals.




This picture cracks me up.




And more farm animals.




Cheese!




ANIMALS!




Today it snowed. Heavy. It made travel a little icky but we managed to hit up [holler Chrissy] three of my favorite restaurants. Four if you count eating at Catherine's moms house. You gotta love cornbeef and cabbage made by a pure Irish woman. I had Mexican, seafood, and Southern bbq today. I can't imagine how my stomach is going to react to all of it. I won't be craving this food for another six months.

Today was very relaxing. Alot of people told me today that I look happy. I do feel content. I feel like I'm slowly breaking out of the shell I've been in for the past few years. When we went to pick up my southern bbq, one of the guys behind the counter says, 'Your smile brightens up the room.' I blushed and looked away whilst Catherine, Ashley and Bing chuckled. I don't take compliments very well. In fact, not at all.

"No really, you should be glad you have that ability. Keep smilin'."

Okay, I will.

I spent most of my teenage years covering my mouth when I smiled. My teeth were jacked up. My parents didn't think I needed braces, even when I came home upset, slamming the door to my bedroom. People called me the bucktoothed beaver. My brother pretended he could use my teeth as a can opener [do you know how embarrassing it is to find a can of ravioli's next to your face whilst your brother says, 'Hurry up, I'm hungry"] and once, when I talked back to my dad and he tried to smack me, he winced when he didn't hit skin, but Mr. Hand met my bucky's. I'm telling you, my teeth were JACKED up. And when I did finally get braces, I still had to cover my mouth when I smiled. I personally feel they used this tactic to try and keep guys away from me.

I smile a lot now. I have a few things to be happy about. I'm embracing my wackiness™, I look forward to a certain someone, I have great family and friends, and I look forward to turning 30.

Oh, and is it me or does no one in this friggen state use their signals anymore?!?!?

Chripes almighty.