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Mele Kilikimaka Lords and Ladies!

You simply would not believe the past two weeks of my life. First I had the stomach flu, which was ever so delightful…no wait I mean terrible. Then I tried my level best to get caught up at the office, only to realize the office doesn’t actually have a status of “caught up” merely “barely holding onto a scrap of sanity.” Of course I also had a lovely and dear friend come visit, Baron Fluffernutter. He’s such a sweetheart!

Now the house is empty of both friends, family and well-lit trees and I’ve managed to pull together a few photo albums for you. First up here’s a collage of all the projects I managed to take pictures of in 2012. It’s quite astounding how much I made. All year it felt like nothing, but now look there’s quite a few things to show for my efforts.

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Next up, here’s a lovely album of Dino-Irish-Mite! from my recent travels abroad. I decided I simply couldn’t depart without a few wee plastic friends. Each day I took pictures of things that tickled me or were of significance to the trip. Before looking through these, it’s best that you fix yourself some strong black tea. You’ll need it to fully experience my Irish travels, because to be honest I was so caffeinated while in Ireland I can hardly remember a thing!

Lastly, all of the photos of humans and monuments were placed in this album. It’s a bit of an image dump right now, but I will soon find time to weed out the duplicates and add captions.

Well loveys, I must make my way to Slumbertown, I hear there’s a phenomenal band playing tonight. Jem and the Holograms? Yes I think that’s what they were called. Supposedly they are really excellent keytar players. Have a lovely night everyone and remember, if you find that your armchair is sticky there’s probably a child hiding near by waiting to smother you in jam. Either that or something has gone terribly awry in the life of your armchair and it may need an upholstery medic stat!

Tally ho!

Henny Penny

Irish You a Merry Winterfest!*

Hallooooo Hungry Hippos and Sneaky Petes,

Where on Earth have you been? Well I can tell you where I’ve been, Ireland. It’s true. I’ve been traipsing about the Emerald Isle without you. Don’t fret, the customs officers revoked my rights to the internet upon entry into the country, so it wasn’t your fault I wasn’t able to speak with you every minute of my trip.

So what’s a holiday in Ireland like? Oh-so-wonderful! It was like walking on cotton candy while having sexy fireman feed you ice cream from a trumpet. Or to be more exact, it’s like wandering through a kaleidoscope of green and blue. Everyone we met was friendly and delightful. Oh yes, did I neglect to mention, Mr. McCluckin’ accompanied me, because as we all know a well-refined hen doesn’t leave the country without a proper gentleman escort. Also, he was paying.

First off, the booze, there was much! Thanks to the help of two high-spirited Irish lads we discovered a new whiskey called Greenore. It’s yummy! Though I doubt they’ll be putting that on the bottle any time soon. It’s very fancy and refined. Also, we toured the Guinness Storehouse and the Tullamore Dew Heritage Centre. Both of which were delightful in their own exceptional ways.

Secondly, the food was almost 100% fabulous! The best of the best was either Cornucopia in Dublin (really, you must try it) or Ard Bia in Galway (again, a do not miss). Followed closely by The Gourmet Tart Co. in Salthill and Wagamama in Dublin. So divine! Anyone that’s told you Irish food isn’t delicious is lying. They are trying to trick you from visiting this fantastic country and making new friends and singing many songs.

Oh and there was singing! So much singing! At Mr. McCluckin’s request we attended a traditional Irish music pub crawl in Dublin. After learning the culture of traditional music playing, the instruments involved and how to identify real, jigs and slip-jigs; everyone joined in on a bit of singing. Oh it was divine! mr. McCluckin’ sang a Billy Joel song and I piped up with a folk song my father used to sing. We were lucky to be on the tour with a group of Swedish tourists with excellent singing voices. All in all, it was a night of excellence and it wrapped up in time for us to hop out to a pub and drink ourselves silly.

We celebrated my hatching day abroad with fine drink and shopping. In fact there may have been a bit too much shopping. I’m not sure we left much of anything in Ireland of other tourists. I haven’t even peeked at our credit card bills just yet. Maybe in a week or so when I feel well-rested again.

I’m working on putting together a Flickr of my photos, until then, enjoy this shot of all the treasures I brought home from the land of Ire.* In fact I best be hopping into bed if I hope to make it to work tomorrow.

From left to right, top to bottom: Row 1: McCluckin’s new murse, Tulamore Dew Warehouse special whiskey, Ireland travel poster, VERY VERY FANCY PILLOW, Row 2: Historical Ireland tea towel, a Claddagh ring, a Guinness soccer ball, clover growing cans, apple syrup, Guinness truffles, a smattering of books, a Guinness cap with a bottle opener on the brim, a jar of strawberry marshmallow fluff, a tin of toffee marked “thanks for watching our pets,” a hand-knitted lady sweater, a cashmere scarf of many colors, Row 3: Artisan Irish chocolate bars, a scarf from Rebecca (so lovely), a tote bag with a unicorn on it, a tin of whiskey fudge, an artsy photo of a monastery, a colouring book, bright orange cashmere gloves. Row 4: More candy!!!, a tiny sheep, Guinness playing cards, a magnet, a claddagh necklace, pub bookmarks, a silver key, Tulamore Dew whiskey truffles, a gaggle of old postcards, Guinness socks, fancy ass chocolate, silly sewing notions, a white manly sweater.

Expect more about Ireland in upcoming posts, including:

How I danced with the ghosts of Clontarf Castle and lived to tell about it! the best way to drink your 7th cup of tea! Where the wild sheep roam! Cheddar and onion crisps, the true enemy at the door!

Smooches for now loves,

XOXO,

Henny Penny

* Phrases marked with this fine and upstanding asterisk may have derived their cleverness from outside, young librarian shaped witsicle.