Hello, and good day! Welcome to my tea party! Much like the weekend coffee sharing event from Part-Time Monster, my monthly tea party is where I want to catch up with friends, old and new! This is also a way for me to introduce you to some great new blogs and people that I have virtually met along the way! In addition, I want to share my great love of tea, and all things TEA!
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day I am holding our tea party today to celebrate this March holiday. Come on in and have a seat! I have green tea and Irish tea today with Irish tea cake!
Image credit: Allrecipes.com (Click the link to find the Irish Tea Cake recipe)
You see, I was lucky enough to be named “Colleen,” which means “girl” in Ireland. I have only known two other “Colleen’s” in my life. It is a name that is truly unusual in America but seems to be gaining popularity. I have been told that if you are named Colleen, your parents did it to connect to their Irish roots. I don’t know about that. I was born from parents who were German/Russian immigrants. Nevertheless, each year I celebrate the Irish roots of my first name!
Each year on March 17th across the world, we join together as the Irish and the Irish at heart to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Today is no exception. The holiday began with the humble beginnings of a religious feast day to honor the patron saint of Ireland.
Now, St. Patrick’s Day has become an international celebration of Irish culture featuring parades, green rivers, green beer, and GREEN! Did I mention shamrocks and green?
Did you know that the early Christians in Ireland chose the shamrock to signify the Holy Trinity and their Christain pride? Here is a short video to explain some other unknown facts about the holiday and the patron saint of Ireland:
Since we last got together in February (click HERE to see what we did last month) I have busy! We have finally completed some of the last items on our list with our house contractor. We only have two things left to go! Woo HOO!
We created some inexpensive wall art at our house this month by framing album covers from our old LP collection. The albums look fabulous! I love the colors!
Boy George, James Taylor, ZZ Topp, Journey, Asia, and Stevie Nicks – Album Art
I have continued writing like a woman possessed anxious to finish the first draft of my book, The Swamp Fairy. Between my blog, my family, and my writing I find little time for anything else. House cleaning? Ohhh… erm, well that might have to be tackled this month! Sugar and Spice met the dust bunny under our bed! It wasn’t pretty.
How about you? What have you been up to in the month of March?
Did you know that I belong to an active writing community here on WordPress? It is simply amazing all the creativity that goes on around here.
I had several more friends publish their books this month, some for the very first time. Judy Martin, from Edwina’s Episodes, published her first book of poetry called, Rhymes of the Times. Way to go, Judy!
Image credit: Ronovan Writes
Annette says: “Traditional Japanese Haiku is based in nature. The photographs in this book were taken during my visits to parks, lakes and of the flora and fauna in my neighborhood, here in Michigan. To honor the peace, serenity and joy I find in communing with nature using my PhoKu, brings a smile to my heart. May this book inspire you to take the time to enjoy the beauty of the world around you.”
Erika used all her own photos and quotes to compile this book. Erika is a constant source of inspiration to all who read her blog.
Another wonderful friend, Lance Greenfield also published a book this month called, Knitting Can Walk! Contrary to the title, Lance says this book is about, “The adventures and misadventures of a teenage boy, Calum McDougal, as he grows up in Hong Kong in the early nineteen-seventies.”
Lance is quite the world traveler. You never know which country he will be in next. He is a prolific writer and a book reviewer!
I have a special surprise for everyone! Have you met my friends Danny the dog, and Andrew Joyce? No? Well, get ready, cause here they are! I promised Andrew a green beer, so I will be right back. Enjoy getting to know Andrew. Be careful, though, Danny likes to STEAL the show!
Author, Andrew Joyce
Danny the dog who has his own Facebook page! (You might want to follow him… he gets cranky if he doesn’t get a lot of attention…)
Happy Saint Paddy’s Day, everyone. I would like to thank Colleen for inviting me over. I can’t tell you the last time I was invited to a tea party. Probably never. But it is my extreme pleasure to be here today. My name is Andrew Joyce and I write books for a living.
When I say I write books, I mean that I mainly come up with the story idea. I’m good at that, but for the rest of the process, I must depend on my collaborator. He does the editing, checks out my sentence structure, and tells me ways that I can better say what I want to say. In short, he cleans up my mess for me. He also doesn’t think I’m much of a writer, at least, compared with him. He has legions of fans around the world—most of them female—because of the stuff he writes. He’s more of a short-story type of guy. I need 100,000 words to get my stories across; he can do it in 500. That’s why he thinks he’s so much better than I am when it comes to writing.
I brought him along today because I get tongue-tied around pretty girls and I thought he could tell you one of his stories and I could sit back and relax and have a beer . . . I mean some tea.
So without further ado, allow me to introduce to you, Danny the Dog.
Image credit: Danny and the Viking Funeral
Hello, it is I, Danny the Dog! Andrew begged me to come along with him today and I resisted his entreaties for a long time. Then I decided to help the old guy out . . . again. However, I am now glad that I’m here. I like pretty girls, too, and they like me. I’m always getting scratched behind the ear by some adorable female while Andrew never gets scratched behind his ear. Or anywhere else for that matter.
For those of you who are not familiar with my writings, I just want you to know that all my stories are true. Andrew gives me so much grist for my mill, I don’t need to think up fiction stories. Anyway, I reckon I better get down to it and tell you about my latest adventure with Andrew. The only thing that you need to know about the set-up is that Andrew and I live on a boat.
Last week, I was helping Andrew look after three Labrador retrievers. What a nightmare! There was Chloe, who is fourteen months old, and then there’s Beau and Hank. They are both four months old and they are holy terrors. They live on a boat down at the end of the dock. Their human was going out of town and he asked my human to look after them and Andrew, being the idiot that he is, said yes.
Before he left, I told Jeff, the monsters’ human, that I wouldn’t trust Andrew to look after a taco, much less three dogs.
The trouble started right away. Jeff had two crates—humans call them crates, I call them cages—for Beau and Hank because, as I’ve said, they are holy terrors. Andrew went over to take them for their first walk right after Jeff left, and of course, he had to take me along to help out. Andrew got them out of the crates and was getting them off the boat when clumsy Hank fell into the water.
Let me paint the picture for you. It was nighttime. It was dark. The water was dark and Hank is black. Andrew and I could see nothing of the wayward dog. We could only hear him splashing around. The dock is about five feet above the water so Andrew couldn’t get him out by standing up there. Being the genius that he is (just kidding), Andrew got on the swim platform, which—for you landlubbers—is attached to the back of a boat and is only a foot above the water.
Now this was where Andrew’s ‘genius’ came into play. He took off his glasses and placed them on the transom so they wouldn’t slip off while he was bending over to pull Hank out of the water. He called to Hank. Hank swam over and Andrew got him onto the boat. Then Andrew went to get his glasses and they were not there or anywhere else on the boat. It looked as though Beau had knocked them into the water because he had his paws up in that general vicinity while he was watching Andrew rescue his twin brother. All this was in the first five minutes of Andrew looking after the monsters. And it only got better, and by better, I mean worse. I had a ball watching Andrew trying to cope for four days.
On to the next disaster, but first a side note. For some reason, Beau is enthralled with me. The damn dog won’t leave me alone. He puts his snoot in my face, runs around me, bounces around me; he is a royal pain in my rear end. I usually have to growl at him and give him a little nip on his snoot to get a little peace.
Now back to Andrew’s genius. We got the dogs back on the boat without further mishaps. Andrew fed them and all was well. But then Andrew decided not to put Hank and Beau in their crates. He felt sorry for them being cooped up like that. Big mistake!
The next morning when we went to get them, there was poop everywhere. The whole floor was covered in it. The babies had gotten into the dog food bag, ripped it open and ate every morsel. That night, they pooped everywhere and then walked in it. They got it on the couch, on the sliding glass doors, on everything. I think even on the ceiling! Needless to say, after spending two hours cleaning it all up, Andrew changed his mind about the crates.
A few nights later, we were hanging out. Andrew was staring into space because he did not have his glasses and could not read a book or even see the computer screen. I was on the computer answering my fan mail when Chloe came onto our boat. She’s always coming here and stealing my water bowl! To date, she has taken five. But she should have been locked up on her own boat! Andrew got up, looked out, saw Jeff, and said, “Thank God! Thank God!” I barked the same thing. Our days of taking care of the monsters were over.
In conclusion, Jeff had Andrew’s glasses. Beau had taken them and hidden them in his stash place.
So that is what my life with Andrew is like—one disaster after another.
It’s been nice meeting you all. Now I’ll turn the floor back to his nibs.”
Danny, I wish you would not be so flippant and disparaging when speaking of me, but thank you for coming along and thank you for the story.
My pleasure. Now can we go to that biker bar that I like? You can get a green beer and I can sit there and be adored by all those biker chicks. You know how they like to make a fuss over me.
Say goodnight, Danny.
I love when Danny and Andrew stop in for a visit. Thanks so much for being here to make our St. Patrick’s Day Tea an unforgettable event!
In fact, Andrew has a new book coming out soon… Danny shared the cover on Facebook!
Here are some of Andrew’s posts about his exciting new novel!
You can find Danny and Andrew lurking around and here at the following links:
Thanks so much for dropping by to have some Irish tea and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with us. I hoped you liked your tea and cake. I know I enjoyed our tea immensely and hope you come back next month!
By the way, if you are interested, thekitchn.com shares the difference between British, Scottish, and Irish tea (it’s a great blog too):
“In a nutshell –
- English breakfast: Full-bodied and rich. Originally a China black tea but now frequently includes a strong Ceylon tea component. May also include teas from Assam, Africa, and/or Indonesia.
- Irish breakfast: More robust than English breakfast. Generally has a strong Assam component, giving it a malty flavor.
Scottish breakfast: Typically the strongest of the three. May include teas from China, Assam, Ceylon, Africa, and/or Indonesia.”
Image credit: thekitchn.com
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See you in April!