Going Green

I just stumbled across this picture in my files, and given that it's still St. Patty's week, I needed to post it.


This is St. Patricks' Day circa 1988. Pictured in this photo (from L-R) are my mom, my arm (my mom's fro blocked my face), my grandpa Andy, my grandma Lorraine and Kalin. My dad must be the one taking the photo, which is really too bad; I'm almost positive this was the era of his molester moustache.

St. Patty's Day was a big tradition in this house. Notice and enjoy the "shamrocks" on each place setting and atop the toothpicks in the cabbage and corned beef. (Funny story about me: corned beef and cabbage used to be one of my favorite meals - second only to chicken fried steak. I enjoyed it so much in fact that when we were on a cruise in 1990 over St. Patty's Day, that's what I ordered for my lunch one day. I will tell you from firsthand experience corned beef and cabbage + rough seas do not mix.) Anywho, those lovely three-leafed clovers were made by moi. I also loved pouring the food coloring into the adults' beers and Kalin's and my water.

Not only does this picture bring back from terrific memories, I also made a few observations:

1. Mom - good call on your new 'do.
2. Mom - good call on ditching the country decor and moving on to Elan. Goo! I mean I know rust was probably in style and that wallpaper was the cream of the crop, but let's never go back there again, mmkay?
3. Mom - pinch. The sweatsuit, yup, that's right - sweatsuit - you are wearing is red, not green.
4. Mom - I don't think 3/4-length shirts were in at the time (but sweatsuits clearly were). So my question for you is why the heck my sleeve hits be at about my elbow?
5. Kalin - was that water glass so heavy your scrawny little four-year-old arms needed two hands to hold it? The funny thing is now your arms could bench press me, mom, grandpa Andy and grandma at once.