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Today is Clark’s Birthday.  Hurray!!  He’s my fabulous Hubs!  Happy Birthday, Clark!!

It’s easy to remember his birthday because, well, I’ve known him for about 35 years.  I’m also pretty good at remembering birthdays.  Sending out cards is another story.  I tend to either send them out late or not at all.  I’ve had an ongoing deal with myself for longer than I can remember to work on that personal flaw.  Each year when the New Year rolls around I challenge myself to not only send every single person I know and love a birthday card but to also send it to them on time.  And, each year I break that vow.  Not on purpose, but because I tend to be a bit unorganized.  (A sign of creativity I’ve been told – *probably by my mother*)

When I woke up this morning, I put on my robe, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed towards our basement.  I walked down the stairs into the messy, cluttered, musty space under the first floor of our home.   I needed a picture of Clark.  I needed a picture ~ or two ~ of him to post on Facebook.  It’s been a longtime tradition of mine – along with everyone in the universe – to start our loved ones birthdays off on the right foot by publicly posting old, forgotten pictures of them and attaching some sort of sentimental blurb under it.  We plaster these Jpgs (pronounced Jaaayyy-pegs) out onto the World Wide Web and into cyberspace for the whole world to see. Well, I exaggerate.  But if you’ve Googled your name recently you’ll find I’m not too far off on my statement

At the bottom of my basement stairs, I walked back through a slim, cluttered hallway and towards what was once a working darkroom that Clark and I had built in a cut off, private section down there.  I passed up stacks of stored once treasured objects laying everywhere that had once held coveted spots in the rooms upstairs.   I got to the door of the old photo room, opened it and carefully stepped into what now looked like a cluttered room where most of our accumulated treasures from 30 years of marriage had landed. I looked around and thought to myself, good grief, we’ve become hoarders…

There were boxes and boxes of photos in that room which were saved in their original envelopes and stuffed into drawers.  Jammed drawers that you could barely open up because there were heavy stacks of boxes upon boxes filled with junk and memorabilia crammed all over the place.  The walls were also filled with cabinets that held a bonanza of old photo albums.  Eventually, I got down to work and started searching for a few pictures that were Facebook worthy.

Not too far into my task I became unfocused as I sifted through what seemed like a million unorganized photos.  It’s easy to get sidetracked when you’re looking at a photogenic history of your life.  The sentimentality of the task pulled at my heartstrings.  I started to examine the content of the piles of photos I was sifting through rather than finding photos of my hubs.  Photography sure had changed…..

  • The Selfie – Those popular self photo’s taken with smart phones and hand-held digital camera’s, which are usually flattering and an attempt to *appear casual*  had definitely not made it onto the scene yet.  It seems that back before the digital age and social media, people took more pictures of the world around them than they did of themselves. Clark, being the nature lover that he is, seemed to be fascinated with landscape photos.  I wasn’t even sure what I was looking at.  He also shot tons of photos of birds…..and animals at Zoos. But, no selfies.

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  • Photo Bombing – When I did come across the occasional photo of Clark from the olden days, I noticed that a few had some pioneer photo bombers in the background!  They were different though than the photo bombs of today where the pranksters purposely put themselves into the view of the photograph with a goofy smile or waving as to tell you that they’re back there and they GOTCHYA!!  These photo bombers were mostly elderly Aunts, Uncles or family members simply misplaced in the backdrop of the photo.  Often funnier than the bombers of today.

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  • Hairstyles – They will always give away what decade you are looking at.

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  • Labeling Photo’s – I was always told to label the back of my photos with names and dates because one day I’d forget that information.  I scoffed at that bit of advice knowing I’d never forget people or names or places.  So, I didn’t label anything.  And, for the life of me I could not place who half the people in the photo’s with me were.  We must have been close pals though because mostly we were hugging and laughing together.  Huh??

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After a few hours of walking down memory lane, I had finally found a handful of pictures that would work as a tribute to my Hubs.  They were awesome photos and during a time when we first met and started dating.  His hair was long and he sported a thick, full mustache.  He wore t-shirts with pictures of rock bands on them and cut off, frayed jean shorts.  He drove a convertible and had a wild streak in him that caught my eye right away.  These days he’s traded in that youthful attire and look for work slacks, ties and weekend golf shirts.

It was odd-looking back at those old photos.  It’s odd how you don’t realize how much you age and mature from year to year until you look back.  It hit’s you then and you think solemnly to yourself, wow, I’ve aged….  You wonder where the time went.  How did thirty years fly by so fast.  And, were the memories recorded in those old, treasured photo’s really as glorious as our minds would love to convince us they were?  Or, is it true what they say; that it’s fun to remember the way things used to be, but the way things used to be probably could never live up to how we recall them.  We tend to glorify the past with fabulous stories and timeless photo’s that make you think ‘all the world’s a sunny day…’


The Wand of Narcissism

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This afternoon while skimming through Facebook, I ran across a link that directed me to a blog post which was written by a talented young lady, Kristin.  She just happens to be the younger sister of my beautiful Daughter-in-Law.  Kristin is traveling and studying overseas in Spain. She’s enrolled in one of those student/class exchange programs from the college she attends.  You know, those amazing programs where you get to travel the world while taking classes at an institution that is affiliated with the college that you are attending.  And, she takes full advantage of traveling the world on her weekends while living temporarily abroad.

When I was her age and in college, these programs were not as popular nor taken advantage of nearly as much as they are today.  Things have changed.  The world seems to have become smaller.  Or, perhaps it’s just that the young adults of today’s world have more opportunities laid at their feet and are far more likely to follow through will well thought out plans because of their fierce independence and higher education.

I like this.  I have adapted to the way the world has changed since I was a twenty-something.  I encourage my kids (all twenty-somethings) to travel.  It not only opens your eyes to new experiences and different cultures, but it also opens your world to new possibilities.

After reading through some of Kristin’s posts, especially the one that I am introducing to you here, I am more convinced than ever that through the experience of travel & education, young adults grow and mature in ways that benefit not only themselves but also society.  The beauty of all of this is that you don’t have to travel across the ocean to experience the blessings of travel.   Your world could be opened up simply going ten miles from where you live,  crossing a state line – or traveling to the village closest to you.

 


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I am writing this after 20 minutes checking myself out on social media. See this past weekend I went to Morocco and got amazing pictures so I naturallyyyy posted one to Instagram right away (go give me a like if you get the chance;)).   BUT WAIT- that was just an addition to the ones I was tagged in on Facebook. There was also the new profile pic I updated of my bestie and myself last week- that’s when this continuous clicking happened and the self-stalking binge started. These twenty minutes consisted of checking who liked what, guessing how people perceived the pics, and even assessing myself for many reasons but mostly to see how I came across and what people might think of me.

…………………LIKE WHAT??? I reread this sadly true paragraph and can’t help but feel shame for how narcissistic and self-centered the last 20 minutes of my life were. Twenty minutes of my life I will never get back. Twenty minutes of my life that could have been spent doing something way more productive or meaningful or touching. From conversations with friends and observations around me I can bet that MANY other people have been in this same situation.

We take selfies, have personal agendas, and feel an overwhelming need not only to talk about ourselves but also somehow bring us into any aspect of conversation. The selfie stick, deemed “the wand of narcissism,” has become so popular that museums across the country (for example the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and the MFA in Houston) have banned its presence.

While listening to a sermon about spiritual maturity, a point that was made really stood out to me- “We are all born narcissists and learning to grow out of that is at the heart of our spirituality.” What exactly does this mean? Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that everyone needs their own personal time and space- it’s vital to one’s sanity and something I am a strong advocate for. But when 20 minutes of my day consists of looking at myself on social media, something’s wrong.

Confidence is cool and self-love is a must. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with loving yourself- everyone should! When we love ourselves we can notice the God given gifts we have. However when we use this realization for self-promotion, narcissism and self-centeredness take over.

When we learn to grow out of our narcissism, our spirituality can flourish. When we lose that blinding interest in ourselves, we start make room for an interest in others.This also happens when we liberate ourselves from our selfishness sometimes even just by becoming aware of it. There’s a quote I love that says, “Love is to reveal the beauty of someone to himself or herself.” When we stop obsessing over our own beauty and vanity, we have room to love and appreciate others. This promotes change and in comes Buddha:

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Realizing these self-obsessing habits is the first step for a narcissist. It’s something I struggle with and am trying to work on day by day. So next time I find myself beginning a self stalking binge on social media I’ll click my home page and go give some likes or a genuine comment. It’s all about baby steps…

In the meantime, here are some pictures of Morocco, including a selfie with a camel:

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The man in the van

 

New-Year-Resolutions

There are two things you can count on as a New Year rolls around.   Resolutions will be made.  Resolutions will be broken.  As humans, we tend to set time lines and dead lines and unrealistic goals for ourselves.  It’s human nature to set the bar super-humanly high, go in swinging and end up with deflated outcomes within weeks.  Or in some cases, within days or even hours.  Let’s face it, you can’t go from being a couch potato to being an instant gym rat.  Start slow people!

Perhaps it’s more realistic to craft your goals so that they fit into your lifestyle rather than trying to change your lifestyle by going resolution-crazy.  Oh resolutions can be accomplished, but baby steps people, baby steps!

This year, I’m starting sloowwwwww.   Over the weekend, my besties and I decided to start an ongoing mass txt thread with the intent of lifting each other up with positive little messages filled with enthusiasm and motivational comments to each other!!  Hurray for group support!!  The encouragement started coming Sunday night already!!

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JB:  I’ll start the ball rolling, just walked 3 miles at the gym.

JH: you are awesome, JB!

ME: Yes!!  You are amazing!!

JH: My positive for the day….I’m hitting the gym this week and packed a healthy lunch for tomorrow!

 

Oh geeeze, I was feeling pressure already.  Two of my besties had actually made an attempt to start off on a good foot.  Me?  Nothing yet.  I could hardly post a txt about how I was looking forward to sitting in front of the boob tube for the much anticipated return of “The Good Wife” and “Revenge.”  I had to think of something quick.  Aha!  I would send a positive txt about what I was going to do tomorrow!!  Remembering that I was going to start slow, I decided to start off with hydration.  I liked drinking fluids!!!  This would be a no brainer!  I could even drink the water in front of my tv shows.  Win/WIn!

 

ME:  Girls, my positive moment for the day – my attitude!! I’m ready to get started living healthy again.  I’m going to concentrate on drinking  a lot of water all week!

I felt good!  I felt empowered and motivated!  Not only was I going to treat my body as a temple while hydrating it, my skin would also look better.  My hair might even get shiny!  New year, new me!  Hurray!

And so it went.  The motivational txt’s were working already!  Reading just the first round wasssss motivational.  So motivational in fact, that I decided on Monday morning to dig out my athletic clothes, dust off my sneakers and hit the gym.

Monday morning rolled around and I felt like Wonder-woman…..

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JB: Starting the day with a healthy egg white omelet!

JH: Good start. You are inspiring me!

 

She was inspiring me, too!!!  I could not wait to hit the gym!  I could not wait to get back on that elliptical and burn off the Holiday pounds+ that I had allotted myself to gain.

ME: I’m hitting the gym, Girls!  Feeling good!

 

I walked into the gym, head held high, smug confident grin on my face and made a beeline straight for the machine I had used endlessly before the holidays rolled around and I decided to take an extended hiatus.  I climbed onto the elliptical.  It felt like getting back up on a bicycle.  I looked down at the dials in front of me automatically set them at the same level that I was used to setting them at 3 months ago.  I put my earbuds in, tuned my device to the corresponding station of the tv in front of me which was airing Kelly and Michael, hit the start button and off I went!!  Hurray!  I felt like Lance Armstrong!!  I had my rhythm going.  I had good timing.  I was laughing at the monologue jokes that I was hearing through my earbuds.  That Kelly was a funny girl!!

My heartbeat started to rise slowly and I could feel the beginnings of sweat start to form on my forehead.  No problem!  I had a towel draped over the handle bars of my machine.  *dab dab dab.*  I looked back up at the tv, my breathing started to get a bit deeper.  More sweat.  *dab dab*  I looked around and noticed nobody else was sweating.  Well, obviously I was working harder and longer than they were.  I looked down at the clock on the bike.  Geeeze!  I was only 4 minutes into it.  How could that be?  It felt like at least 15 minutes.  I decided to toss the towel over the clock.  Who needed to see those debbie downer numbers staring you in the face.  Who needed the guilt and sense of defeat?  Not me!!  I was motivated!!  I was thinking positive thoughts only!!

More sweat.  *dab dab*  Good Grief, I was starting to think that maybe I did not do myself any favors by treating myself to a holiday hiatus.  I was huffing and puffing.  Sweat was starting to seep through my workout gear.  My towel was starting to feel soggy.  In the course of 25 minutes I went from feeling like Wonder woman, to this…..

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So, I psyched myself up as best I could, finished my workout and could not get out of there fast enough.  I was exhausted.  And sweaty.  And thirsty.  I needed to hydrate.

On the way home, I was driving in one of those halfway trances you get into when driving along great spanses of desolate highways.  I was trying not to think about how thirsty I was.   What had I just put my body through??  Even tho it was a sub-zero January day, I was driving with the car heat off and my jacket open.  I was boiling.  The sweat was still dripping down my neck.  My hair was matted to my scalp.  You could see the sweat mark around the neck of my fancy athletic shirt.  I was hoping I would make it home without seeing anyone I knew.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a car riding parallel to me.  How annoying!  Well, I would ignore it and it would soon pass me up.  A few minutes passed.  Nope.  Still there.  I chanced a peek and saw some weirdo in a huge, creepy, suspicious looking van.  He was looking at me.  His eyebrows were raised freakishly high, as tho he was trying to tell me something through his eyeballs.  He kept pointing to me and smiling.   Geeeze!  Could he not that I was dripping in sweat and on my way home from a vigorous, successful, healthy workout.  I was thirsty and crabby.  I was in no mood for socializing. What nerve.

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I decided to speed up.  Then he sped up.  So I decided to slow down.  And, he slowed down.  I chanced another peek at him to try to figure out what his creepy story was.  And, I was sneaky about it.  I moved my eyes as far as I could to the right while keeping my head pointing straight ahead towards the road.  *ouch, eye strain*  Yep, he was still sidling me.  And now, his window was part way down.  What in the world?!?!?!  I had a stalker!  What a freak!  I slowed wayyyy down so he could get several cars ahead of me.   Finally, I saw his blinker go on and at the next traffic light, which thankfully was green, he turned right and off he went.  He was gone!  Thank God!  He was out of sight and out of my comfort zone and world.  Good Ridance!

As I pulled into my driveway, I started to think about the entire bizarre morning.  The gym workout.  The van freak.  I think Van-Man was hitting on me.  He was!  He was hitting on me and I was not even in my best form!   Or, maybe I was.  Perhaps I was not giving myself enough credit.  Maybe I looked athletic…and young….and healthy already!  One 1/2 hour session on the elliptical and I was already turning heads!  I wasssss wonder-woman!!

And, just like that I was motivated again and ready for the next day at the gym!  The man in the van had actually motivated me!!  It did not really matter where my motivation came from,  It just mattered that I stayed motivated!!  Hurray for living a healthy lifestyle!!  Hurray for New Year Resolutions!!  I walked in the house and pulled out my phone and sent a txt to my besties.

 Me:   One half hour/ 3 miles on the elliptical. Felt good to be back at the gym. I think I’m going to start a gratitude journal. Maybe use the journal that my sweet daughter-in-law gave me for Christmas to use at my desk for writing. I think that it would make a perfect gratitude journal. I’m so glad that we are doing this all together. I’m going to start off really slow and make realistic goals for myself. Good luck this week girls!  Love you two!  Have a great week……!

 


 

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Nobody knows what a New Year will bring.  Nobody knows what life holds for each of us from one year to the next.

As I walk away from 2014, I reflect back on a year full of ups and downs.  A year full of joy and heartbreak.  A year that I would hear the word remission.  And, A year that I would end up expectantly saying goodbye to my Sweet Mom.  Amazing joy and bitter sorrow.  Hand in hand throughout the year.

I turned to my friends and family for support.  I turned to my WordPress community as a means of purging my painful feelings through blog posts.  And, with camera constantly in hand, I turned to my photography as a way of relaying through photos what I was not able to and could not verbalize into words.

Before we can look ahead, let’s take a reflective look back at what was 2014.


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Before we move ahead, a chance to look back….

 


“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice, And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

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Meet The Hawks

Wednesday Feature

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Whether you’re a seasoned, hardcore hockey fan or you’ve jumped on the playoff’s bandwagon, how could you not get caught up in the excitement of Playoff Hockey?  It’s one of my favorite times of the year.  Ranking right up there with Christmas.  And, summer vacations.  I Love this team!!

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Mama told me, there’ll be days like this….

Some days are just like that.

As a matter of fact, some weeks are like that.   Stressful.  And nightmarish.  Where you just want to say “forget it!!”…and sit and drink coffee all day.  Or Wine.  And scream at the person who is causing your blood pressure to rise.

In this case, it was an old blog service I used when I first started writing.  I will refrain from mentioning their #%$%#$ing name because they are evil.  (BLog.com).

After about one week of using their site when I first joined the blogosphere, I knew immediately that it was not going to work between us.  That union was anything but healthy.  I wanted a divorce!   So I jumped ship and made my way over to WordPress.

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Ahhhhh.  WordPress.  They were like a breath of fresh air.  Reliable.  Professional.   And, most of all, they knew what they were doing.   They even had an amazing support network.  One that was actually available to me when I needed some help.  Afterall, I was new to this blogging bit and I had questions.  Lots of them.  Yes, switching to WordPress was joyous.  And smart.

I was sitting in my kitchen last week, lighthearted and happy, ready to log onto my blog to write about something witty that Clark had said or done,  and – BOOM –  Just like that, tragedy!

I was redirected to some foreign, evil-looking page that tells me my Margber domain is no longer available to me. Therefor, I had no access to my blog.  Huh????  What-the-%&$&$&%##*!!!!  What’s this nonsense??  That’s MY blog!  MY hard work went into it.  Someone was trying to take control.  It was like a mini-hijacking.  I was the captain of the ship and it was going down.

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My heart started to race and I did what I do best in those type of situations.  In a slightly high-pitched, louder than normal tone, I yelled at Clark for it.  Then, I took a deep breath, or two, and started to deal with the entire mess.

I had left the incompetent Blog.com after only one week of association with them, and they were still haunting me a year later.  I could not believe it.  Hadn’t I jumped the ship to avoid just this kind of disaster?  I thought I had done everything right.  I was diligent in following the rules and renewing fee’s.  But, one had slipped through the crack.

I had my WordPress upgrades set to auto-renew and was well aware that my renew date was approaching.  I had checked it a few weeks before the payment was due.  I decided to override the auto-renew and pay early because, well, that is just how I am. I worry.  I did not want anything to happen or come between myself and my uber awesome domain.   If it were to lapse, my readers would not know where to find me.  My email subscribers would be lost to me.

And, that is exactly what happened.pulling-hair-out-2

I was so focused on the WordPress end of it all, that I had neglected to even considered that the evil Blog.com side of it needed attention as well.  After all, My domain originated over there (evil place) and because of that, I was linked to them.  Forever.  And ever.  Until death do us part.  OYYYYY.  My divorce to the miserable Blog.com had never been official.  I was still at their mercy but didn’t even know it.  Ohhh, how disastrous!!!

So, after weeks of unsuccessfully trying to contact and get a reply from Blog.com (the trail went cold) I finally turned to the accessible and willingly available support team at WordPress, With a special shout-out to auxclass (Woot woot!!) and after hours of guidance, the entire mess has finally been resolved.  Sort of.  It did not come without casualties.  While I have finally and completely cut all ties with the vile Blog.com (they’re evil!!!) it came at a high price.  I had to temporarily give up my domain Margber.   (SOOO sad!!)  For the next few months, I will sit and wait and stress over its release.  And then I will grab it again!!  YaY!

Until then, I can be found at https://margber.wordpress.com/ and I gladly and proudly accept the WordPress name snuggled right in the middle of my shiny new URL.  Temporarily.  Until I can once again regain control my original domain.

So what does all of this mumbo jumbo mean?  It simply means that if you are looking for moi, I can be found at the URL

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It might also mean that you may possibly need to re-follow me by clicking the follow tab again. (it’s down there in the right hand corner.  Go ahead, click it!)

So sorry for the inconvenience, folks ~ Feeling a bit like a block head.  : )

At the time of press for this post, I had still not heard from the evil Blog.com to help straighten the domain mess out from their end.  I had tried, unsuccessfully, for-everrrrrrrrr to contact someone from their (non-existent) support network.  It has now been 3 weeks and counting.  Im not going to hold my breath….

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 MaMa was right.  There’ll be days like this…..

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Saint Paddy’s Day

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!!

stpaddySt. Patrick’s Day is an awesome holiday to celebrate your Irish heritage — especially if you don’t have any. Everyone’s Irish on St. Paddy’’s Day, or so they say. Tho we gather together to eat corned beef, wear shamrocks and look for suckers to pinch for good luck, St. Patrick’s real rise to fame stems from another source altogether.  According to tradition, Patrick returned to Ireland to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity.  He spent many years evangelizing in the northern half of Ireland and converted “thousands”. Tradition holds that he died on 17 March

As a saint, Patrick rated an official feast day from the Catholic Church.  Saint Patrick’s Day!!

Everyone seems to love this holiday.  Adults love it because of the association with carousing.  Children love it because of the thrill of setting traps with the very real hope of catching a leprechaun.  They also get to do what kids do best, practice their fine art of pinching (for good luck, of course).

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Chicago dye’s it’s river green and celebrates with a massive and festive parade which is widely attended by people from all walks of life.  And if it’s one thing Chicagoans know how to do, it’s party on St Paddy’s Day.

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But, should there be limits to our carousing and pinching and over the top celebrating?  From where I am sitting, there are some definite don’t s  associated with this holiday…Here are a few tips of what “not to do” on Saint Patrick’s day…

Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay said it best.  Her blog is amazing with it’s always humorous “lists”.  You can read more of her humor here.  But first, let’s celebrate the don’t s of St Paddy’s day.  Enjoy!

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10. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not dye any of your body hair green. If you do, at best, you will get strange looks and a possible reprimand from your boss. At worst, you will have to live with the color until the hair grows out or your divorce is final, whichever comes first.

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9. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not try to wish everyone a happy day with a made up Irish brogue. If you do, at best, you might offend a genuine Irish person. At worst, the genuine Irish person offended might just be the local police officer.

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8. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not believe you need to bring your homemade corned beef and cabbage to the office to share. If you do, at best, you might have coworkers avoiding your cube since the smell of cabbage might lead them to believe it is something else. At worst, the hazmat team from office services will have foamed down your work area before you have a chance to explain.

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7. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not think Guinness stout drinks just like any other beer when you go out to celebrate with your coworkers. If you do, at best, you might have to find a ride home. At worst, you might have to rehearse your apology for the coworkers and your boss in an effort to salvage your job.

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6. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not sing your favorite limericks no matter how innocent you believe them to be. If you do, at best, you will start a round of Limericks that aren’t so innocent. At worst, the local authorities will be called in to calm the disturbance reported by those within earshot of what can best be described as X-rated songs.

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5. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not follow the suggestion of a coworker to play a Leprechaun at the cake and coffee gathering. If you do, at best, you will be the laughing-stock till next year. At worst, you will be asked by your boss to play the leprechaun at the family St. Patrick’s Day picnic and there is still snow on the ground.

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4. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not wish everyone Erin Go Bragh unless you know what it means. If you don’t know what it means and you say it to the wrong person, at best, you may get some weird looks. At worst, you may find your self embroiled in a political battle with someone with a different view.

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3. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not think Bushnell’s in coffee is no more harmful than sugar. If you do, at best, you may find yourself slurring your words when you say Erin Go Bragh. At worst, you may find yourself totally wide awake and unable to find your way home.

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2. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not put any kind of green-colored hat on your head. If you do, at best, you will look ridiculous. At worst, there will be several photos snapped that you will pay large sums to have deleted.

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1. On St. Patrick’s Day, do not drink anything green. If you do, at best, you will have the lips of a lizard. At worst, you will need to schedule a dentist appointment to have your teeth restored to their original color.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!!

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