Somebody's in Trouble...

Originally uploaded by momroper

Above is a Mountain Lassie from Ireland, and some lowlife has left her at the alter- said cur is going to find himself full of Buckshot soon.

The Moral of this story is- Leave the Irish Lassies alone. *wink*

the actual story: Mom looked over at me yesterday and said- Hey Triss, I need your Combat boots.

My reply was that they were currently on my feet, and then she said-
"Good- Go put on my Wedding Gown."

My reply: WHAT?!!?

before I knew it, I was walking across the back yard in mom's wedding gown and my Combat boots, holding dad's shotgun (Not loaded of course- we don't have anything to load it with.)

It was actually quite fun, because the neighbors now have absolutely NO DOUBT that everyone here is crazy.


on other notes- I have been thinking about my Second Language (that i am supposed to be learning with Rosetta stone)
it sound's like it is going to be German- and with that out of the way i can learn Gaelic with what ever curriculum i can find.

Irish Gaelic would be my preference, but Scott Gaelic would do.
I have been Learning song's in irich Gaelic resently- I can't sing ANY all the way through without the Lyric's infront of her, but i can sing "Harry's Game" and "Dulaman" enough to pass, and "The Wealthy Widow" just enough to sing the chorus four or five times before anyone realizes that i am singing the same thing over and over.

I want to learn "Mo Ghile Mear" but it is proving daunting.

also, I have deiced that Mairead Nesbitt (the Violin/fiddle player for Celtic Woman) would fall under the Category "Fairy". Where as i would be- a Mischievous elf. I LOVE the way Mairead seems to Glide while she's playing.... Sorry!! I'm back!