Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Wearing of green (Wiki)

Wearing of green

St. Patrick's Blue, not green, was the colour long-associated with St. Patrick. Green, the colour most widely associated with Ireland, with Irish people, and with St. Patrick's Day in modern times, may have gained its prominence through the phrase "the wearing of the green" meaning to wear a shamrock on one's clothing. At many times in Irish history, to do so was seen as a sign of Irish nationalism or loyalty to the Roman Catholic faith. St. Patrick used the shamrock, a three-leaved plant, to explain the Holy Trinity to the pre-Christian Irish. The wearing of and display of shamrocks and shamrock-inspired designs have become a ubiquitous feature of the saint's holiday. The change to Ireland's association with green rather than blue probably began around the 1750's.

Some Protestants have begun wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day as a mark of defiance. This relatively new tradition has its roots in William of Orange (William III), the King of England, Scotland, and Ireland, who defeated King James II, a Roman Catholic, in the Battle of the Boyne near Dublin. William's victory would ensure Protestant military dominance on the island and has been a source of tension ever since. Although the "Orange" in William's name actually referred to a province in southern France, the colour reference of orange for Protestants stuck. This is why orange now appears in the Irish flag - to symbolize the Protestant minority in Ireland. The first group to take part in the tradition of wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day appears to have been the Orange Institution, a Protestant fraternal organization more commonly known as the Orange Order. Some members of the order wore orange in various parades on St. Patrick's Day as a mark of defiance.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

New Title, Same Sass and Humor

I've updated my title, though the sass and humor are the same. I've used my old blog name for quite some time. It served it's purpose, but didn't make a statement about my writing. This title reflects the sexy, sassy, adventurous elements I like to write about. It makes me smile. It also makes me want to go shoe shopping. Yay!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Holy Writer's Cramp, Batman!


In the past couple of days I have written, rewritten, edited, revised, deleted, added, and wrote some more. My little 50K book has turned into 85K and going! I can't be more pleased with the hero in this one. He's definitely more alpha than my last.


With all of this typing I have incurred serious writer's cramp! My lefty isn't use to working a double shift. I'm working on my second synopsis and third query letter. I tell you, having a broken wrist has given me more time to write. I mentioned quite often that I needed a break...careful what I wish for!


Off to write!


Thursday, March 5, 2009

Murphy's gonna get it!

I'm so over Murphy sneaking up on me and playing his little tricks! I had every last detail of my work on our chapter newsletter complete and what happens? Murphy stuck his foot out and tripped me...again! I didn't break any bones this time, but I lost some important data that I needed to post. It is retrievable online amongst a mass of other posts, and I'm one-handed trying to type it. Fun. Copy and Paste has new meaning in my life. I've become lazy by doing it because it's just easier now that I'm down an arm. Ha! If only I could copy and paste a skinnier body on mine! Working out hasn't been, well, working out!

I never realized how much I use my right hand, even while running or talking. Seriously, try talking without using your hands. Go ahead, I'll wait...now talk with them and have someone judge the difference. It's hard!! I'm not a hand talker, or at least I didn't think so until I was in a meeting trying to get my point across and almost knocked the person next to me out with my cast.

Murphy needs to find a new friend.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A Bottle Of Wine

**Permission to forward**
A BOTTLE OF WINE

This is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. 'What in bag?' asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's a bottle of wine I got for my husband. The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.

Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: 'Good trade...'