Good 46ยบ gonna be a pretty day morning!
HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY TO Y'ALL!
May the road rise
to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon
your face. May the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, May
the Lord hold you in the palm of His
hand
Here's to
your health!
My family name of Laney...
Being half Irish.... and half
Scottish.... I love celebrating St. Patrick's Day, even though I am of
Protestant Irish heritage and St. Pat is the Catholic holiday.... still, corned
beef and all things Irish are GREAT! Here is the Laney family Irish coat of
arms... As you can see it's not green... Green is Catholic
Irish...
My father's
family, Irish, Laney ......
The name
Laney in its original Gaelic form was O'Dubhshlaine and first appears in
recorded history
around A.D. 950. The O' means "grandson of" or later, "descendant of." Dubh means "black." Shlaine is a territorial name referring to the district from which the river Slaney takes its name--a section of Slieve Bloom mountains in the County of Laois in southeast Ireland.
around A.D. 950. The O' means "grandson of" or later, "descendant of." Dubh means "black." Shlaine is a territorial name referring to the district from which the river Slaney takes its name--a section of Slieve Bloom mountains in the County of Laois in southeast Ireland.
Dubhshlaine
is best
translated, "the dark-haired ones of Slaney." (funny my name being Susan and Laney! Slaney!)
translated, "the dark-haired ones of Slaney." (funny my name being Susan and Laney! Slaney!)
Daddy had
black hair (so thick he could hardly get a comb through
it)...
but he
married a pretty Scottish Lass with light red hair... ergo mine was
blonde.
Chief
Dubhshlaine, whose ancestral home was at the foot of the Slieve Bloom Mountain
(1,733 ft.),
is the patriarch of all the families whose names are Laney, DeLaney, and DuLaney, with numerous
variations in the spellings of each. According to some genealogists in Ireland, the Laney name was
once spelled "Leighneigh." It is in the district of the Slieve Bloom Mountain and the section east of it
in KilKenney County where the greatest number of DeLaneys are found today.
So there... now you know more about me than you wanted to!
is the patriarch of all the families whose names are Laney, DeLaney, and DuLaney, with numerous
variations in the spellings of each. According to some genealogists in Ireland, the Laney name was
once spelled "Leighneigh." It is in the district of the Slieve Bloom Mountain and the section east of it
in KilKenney County where the greatest number of DeLaneys are found today.
So there... now you know more about me than you wanted to!
My name now of Maxwell!
My Brian's pub!
My Maggie Girl! (She may have been a Scottish McNab, but Irish
enough for me!)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McNab_dog
How fun it would be to go to this pub in Dublin
today!
I received the following link from friends Ginny and Merrill Feiker (he's
ret. LASD SR). This song by Roma Downey and the beautiful pictures of Ireland
that accompany it is wonderful. Enjoy!
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Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Washington D.C.
parish.
He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep
breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was . . . a donkey lying dead in
the middle of his front lawn.
He promptly called the White House .
The conversation went like this:
"Good morning. This is Barrack Obama . How might I
help you?"
"And the best of the day te yerself .
This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church.
There's a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to
take care of the matter?"
Barrack , considering himself to be quite a wit and
recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good
father, replied,
"Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
"Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . .
.
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."
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And Happy St.
Pat's Day to all the Pats I know:
PJ (Pat
Sandifur), PattyK (Pat Kuehl), PatT (Pat Tracy), PatC (Pat Cruz), PatR (Patrick
Reardon), Patsy (Pat Goslin), PR (Patty Rodriguez), PattyHOM (Patty Hickey
Oshiyama McNaughton), PattyB (Patty Braga), PatM (Patrick Mallon), My Pats
(Patriots), PatK (Patrick Kraut). Whew! Did I miss anyone? Oh wait, yes I did.. Trish (Patricia Bowler).
The following
shared by George Bachmeier (LASD ret)
Kristen posted this sunrise on her FB page yesterday.
Pretty So. California!!!
Historically this date..
1963 – Mount Agung erupted on Bali killing 11,000.
1969 – Golda Meir becomes the first female Prime Minister of
Israel.
1985 – Serial killer Richard Ramirez, aka the "Night Stalker", commits the
first twomurders in his Los Angeles, California murder spree.
2008 – Governor of New York Eliot Spitzer resigns after a scandal involving a high-end prostitute. Lieutenant Governor David Paterson becomes New York State
governor
And births this date
include...
1919 – Nat King Cole, American singer (d.
1965)
1930 – James Irwin, American astronaut (d.
1991)
1936 – Ken Mattingly, American astronaut
1938 – Rudolf Nureyev, Russian-born dancer and choreographer
(d. 1993)
1951 – Kurt Russell, American actor
1955 – Gary Sinise, American actor
One of my favs!
1964 – Rob Lowe, American actor
Now, if you are going to cook a corned beef go back to
my blog for Saturday March 14th for a PERFECT Corned Beef recipe! Mine will go
in the Crock*Pot soon! Just some brown sugar and Guinness and 8 hours in the
Crock*Pot!
And on a final note... Here's your St. Paddy's Day
card:
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
My sweatshirt for today:
xo Sue Mom Bobo
March 17th
Corned Beef & Cabbage
Day
