In a shameless attempt to garner foot traffic --and land a lucrative book deal, I've moved the blog here to Disgruntled Diva. I figure the chances of someone typing "Fargo" or "Eferdito" in to a search engine are fairly slim. But will I be competing with a gaggle of disgruntleds or divas?
I've also come out of the shadows of anonymity, though it's given me heart palpitations and I may retract it later.
I do hope my eight followers will find me here. If not, I'll be forced to move back.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A wee dram for a wee lad?
I took our son to an Irish Rovers concert last week. Great music, lots of self-deprecating humor. I had to explain to him about confession, and that not all Irish people are drunks.
We bought their latest CD, Drunken Sailor, which we had autographed. As they were signing, one Rover said that the songs might not be appropriate for the young lad. I shrugged and smiled. They're all about drinking and women. Indoctrination?
We bought their latest CD, Drunken Sailor, which we had autographed. As they were signing, one Rover said that the songs might not be appropriate for the young lad. I shrugged and smiled. They're all about drinking and women. Indoctrination?
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
File under "stellar role model"
The following story has been confirmed by two independent sources: The mother of a girl in our son's third grade class allowed her daughter to invite all but three* girls (out of 22) to her birthday party. Now that' a classy broad.
*I'm assuming one of the three is the girl who's Jehovah Witness, and her family doesn't participate in celebrations. That means only two girls were excluded. Unbelievable!
*I'm assuming one of the three is the girl who's Jehovah Witness, and her family doesn't participate in celebrations. That means only two girls were excluded. Unbelievable!
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