The parade was so fun this year. Maybe it was the bottle of absinthe. I bought last month in anticipation of the green holiday.

At one point (e:libertad,57390) rode around on my shoulders for a bit.

In no particular order. What did (e:yesthatcasey) say to (e:heidi) in this first photo.



What's up with the big police tower this year in the gas station parking lot.


(e:dianne,57391) bought so many yummy breakfast treats. This was only a fraction of em, thanks.


(e:terry) looks so happy in this photo.


Maybe its whatever he is making the naughty face for here



(e:flacidness) and (e:robert) and me.



It was so packed dispite the cold temperature. At least it was sunny compared to today.



Iron workers - always my favorite.





This picture is not of (e:robert). From the back it kind of looks like him minus one hell of a lot of fur. This guy kept falling down until his pants pretty much fell off.

We just got him a new replacement phone and he accidentally humped this one down the chimney 40 ft to its death on St. Patrick's day. Of course it went in the one chimney hole that doesn't come out anywhere. We spent hours creating a contraption made of PVC pipes ducted taped together in order to retrieve it.

The weather was so torturous up on the roof today. Once that was all done there was a server hardware failure crisis at work. Nothing like this vacation I am supposed on.

Hump, hump, hump


Phone falls to its death, no one notices. Then spend a day looking for the phone, at the last minute tried on the roof and looked down the chimney after I saw the photo above.


Long day trying to save baby jessica from the well not knowing if she had survived or not.


She was dead anyways.


Even though we have insurance through AT&T, its $199 for a replacement. But strangely enough Discover card had a purchase protection plan that covers it, at least I think so - will know more tomorrow.

Well, we managed to survive another St. Patrick's day although (e:terry)'s phone might not have. (e:xandra) fell through the ceiling. I think its time I finish the part above there off with plywood. Everyone always thinks its okay to step there but there is nothing other than lathe and plaster.

Time to sober up and start drinking. As far as I can tell as a non-irish observer, St. Patrick was the patron saint of drinking beer and whisky for breakfast?

This dresser arrived ~30 years ago as a gift for my first communion when I was 7 years old. Its now returned back to my childhood room. My parents bought it for me at Calvin's Furniture in Kenmore, NY. The brand was Young Hinckley.

I loved the dresser as a kid because of the cubby hole in the front. It used to have a door that turned it into a sort of treasure chest in my eyes.

My first pet tortoise used to live under the dresser. I wonder if it will miss me.