Blarney DELIGHT!

Hey there. Welp. Yet another long absence... This one considerably more lengthy. But you listen up. I have had some pretty awesome, time sucking, but life-changing things going on. We'll talk later, when/if I actually make it through this senior year. I'll do a reflection post. But for now, full speed ahead! :/ Now, you listen to me. I gave a talk last week on Family History and Geneology and... turns out all this weird crap I write online can TOTALLY count for that. So, give or take a few posts... Ticket to heaven! And then I realized that I had not blogged for at least 500-8,000 years. Therefore, I am making a goal. Yes. Make a note of it. You can solidly beat me if I don't hold to it, but. I am going to blog at least once a week, so my posterity (who'll probably live in a space station) don't have to just sit and nom on moonburgers after school with their alien friends and WONDER about good ole Grandma Shelbs.

I'm a wee bit pressed for time, but I thought it was worth a St. Patty's day post. (You'll probably enjoy the rest of this post muuuuch more if you consent to reading it in a whistly, Irish voice. Come on. Do it. Don't be shy! Imagine yourself with a red beard... there you go! You're doing it!)
I have to be honest. I have always loved St. Patrick's Day. It reminds me of my dad. Every year, at his insistence, we watch Darby O'Gill. ... Oh, really? Come on. You know Darby! No?
First thing you should know about Darby: It hash a young Shean Connery. What a shtudmuffin. (I like trying to speak like him. I don't know why. I just really do.) He can try to woo me around the hills of Ireland sometime! (I was about to say anytime, and then I thought.... not that true. Not. That. True.)

The next key piece of information about this sheer piece of 1959 techno-wonder you should know is that the main girl, Katie (Sean Connery chooses to pronounce in Kyyyyehhhteeehhhiiiie.) is inexcuseably cock-eyed. I mean. It's a wonder she can even SEE him whilst he tries to woo her. I wish I could've found a better picture than this... but she must have a stellar publicist. HOWever. If you're a dedicated creep - and I know some people are, you can google Darby O Gill (no apostrophe on purpose) and a terrrrribly nice picture of Kyyyyyeehhhteeehhhiiiieee will come up, in all her coquettish, cock-eyed glory, leaning against a tree. :) Also, there are some real good special effects. Include a stage coach TO DEATH where the guy for some reason has no head but he's holding a hanger. I don't know why... he just does. There's also a horse possessed by the devil. I guess the crowning jewel is really the shrieking banshee. Maybe I couldn't hold still watching her as a child. Maybe my dad STILL can't. She just. She just stands there and screams and brushes her hair. OVER. And OVER. And OVER AGAIN. For the love of all that is holy, someone break that hellish comb!
All right, the real joy is that I've saved the best for last. The real name of the film Darby O'Gill, is Darby O'Gill and the Little People. :/ I know. Why couldn't they just say Darby O'Gill and the Leprauchans! For heaven sakes. It makes me so nervous.
See King Brian there? My whole childhoood I went through phases where I had a crush on him and also where he terrified me beyond belief. Guess we'll have to see which way the wind's blowing this year. He's. So feisty. And small... Eh.

Also, every year my mom makes this really good cabbage salad. We call it Chinese Chicken Salad, but as we were eating it earlier, I asked why. I mean, if it's really Chinese - why eat it on St. Patty's day? And if it's not, why call it that? Well, if you knew my family at all, you'd know that that instantly sparked a rousing discussion on how both were immigrants not well-liked, and it's probably just because of the Ramen that it's called Chinese anyway. I guess you had to be there, but man. I like them.

Later, as we watch Darby, we'll have Blarney Delights. A Blarney Delight is lime sherbert in some 7-Up. First of all, the foam it creates when combined is PHENOMENAL, but overall, it's just really good. Somehow kind of light, so I feel like. Oh hey. This probably isn't going STRAIGHT to my thighs. Not yet, anyway.

As a side note on my day overall, here are some things I loved:

-Talking to my sister Tori while I got ready for school. I LOVE when she's home from California.

-Going to internship and walking down through the halls of the elementary school and not seeing ONE kid not wearing green. Glancing in classrooms and seeing pots of gold, rainbows, leprauchan footprints on the ceiling. :)

-Getting permission from my daddy to sluff seminary for lunch at Paradise Bakery and a shopping date with my sisters at TJ Maxx. Feels good to have the gang all back together again.

Alllso. As a further side note. I KNOW Heavenly Father knows who I am and knows all my silly insecurities. Today He reminded me of the miracle that me even BEING is. He loves me. I was listening to Regina Spektor and heard this line:

"I've got a perfect body,
But sometimes I forget
I've got a perfect body
'Cuz my eyelashes catch my sweat."

Um. Yeah. I am so grateful to just even exist. I need to not be so silly sometimes about little things, when just being is a miracle. I breathe in and out, and my heart beats and my brain works. That's a miracle and THAT is beautiful. That's all. :) You have a fabulous day! Go kiss someone. :)))) IRISH.