Is it March 17th again? That must be why I’m wearing a green sweater and celebrating my Irish heritage by, uh, doing nothing special. I’m not eating corned beef and cabbage or drinking green beer or searching for leprechauns. No, I think we’ll order pizza tonight and let someone else find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
This St. Patrick’s Day, I’m aware that there are lots of people having lots of fun in their silly green hats and shamrock-shaped glasses. Good for them. Here’s my weak St. Patrick’s Day rant. More of a whine than a rant.
It’s spring break, I’m stuck at home, and the weather sucks. (For the sake of this rant, I’ll pretend the sun didn’t come out this afternoon. I didn’t go on a nice walk with my kids, and the sunshine on my face didn’t feel wonderful-not one little bit.)
I’m not used to Daylight Savings Time. I wasn’t used to the standard, non-Daylight-Savings time either. Whenever it’s time to get up, it’s always too early for me, every single day of the year. It’s nice to have the Daylight Savings excuse, though.
Why can’t we all be on a Disney cruise ship right now, like all the cool, rich families on spring break? I could be floating in a pool shaped like Mickey Mouse’s head! Instead, I’m sitting in my cluttered living room, surrounded by Star Wars figures and wooden train track pieces and SpongeBob books, waiting to watch the American Idol results show. Whoopdeedoo!
My laptop’s battery is almost dead, and I don’t feel like getting up to plug it in.
My daughter had a clinic appointment this morning. I can’t really complain about that because her chemo was ready when we arrived, so we didn’t have to stay very long. One of her medicines was bright red. You’d think they could have dyed the other clear one green for St. Patrick’s Day, but they didn’t. Boring!
This sentence makes me want to throw up every time I read it (at least two or three times a week): “Your health insurance company has informed us that they are conducting a pre-existing condition investigation.” Isn’t it terrible when a health insurance company has to actually pay for a child’s cancer treatment? Sheesh. I think I might have a pre-existing condition in my ass that they need to investigate.
I’m only publishing this because my daily page-view average is in the pits. At least it’s not a cruddy haiku, right?
I still have two full hours of St. Patrick’s Day left to enjoy. Where’s my silly green hat? I hope your St. Patrick’s Day is/was cooler than mine!
In case you missed it when I published it way back in August, here’s a hot St. Patrick’s Day love story: “A Little Forbidden Love.”