Today the BF and I started off the morning a little slower than usual. It was nice to lay around for a little and take in the sweet Sunday air :)
We decided a little hot oatmeal bar was just what we needed to start the day with our coffee.
I have my long runs scheduled for Sundays in preparation for Philadelphia's Broad Street run in May. Today 6 miles was on my calendar.
After my late afternoon run, I was ready for dinner. Since I worked late Thursday, I had to delay my Irish family celebration for St. Patty's Day. If you could not already tell, I am very Irish. I may or may not have been referred to as "the girl that looks like an Irish step dancer" on more than one occasion.
Tonight I cooked Smoked Butt with Boiled Cabbage to enjoy with my Mom. MmMm. Now in (late) homage to my roots, here's a little funny email I received from my sister. (I've only included my Fav 6 since its long) Happy belated St.Patty's Day
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE IN AN IRISH FAMILY
1) You swear very well.
2) At least one of your cousins is a firefighter, cop, bar owner, funeral home
owner or holds political office. And you have at least one aunt who is a
nun or uncle who's a priest. 3) Many of your childhood meals were boiled. Instant potatoes were a
4) You're not nearly as funny as you think you are ... but what you lack
in talent, you make up for in frequency. 5) Your skin's ability to tan.... not so much.
6) There's no leaving a family party without saying goodbye for at least