My boy band, Will Ferrell in the ladies room dream

I’m at a big fundraiser, and need to use the restroom.  I find the ladies room, only to discover the doors to the stalls are cut off at the top and the main door doesn’t lock.  My first thought is, “What kind of place is this?” As I enter the stall…..a man comes in with his daughter.  He is quickly chastised by all the ladies in the restroom, since the stall doors are cut off at the top…who wants a man in there?  He is instructed to perhaps utilize the “family” restroom, or the men’s room, as both have changing tables.

He leaves, and we are like “Whew, what a relief.”  But…..suddenly the door swings open and under the stall door comes a “leprechaun”.  Only, it’s not a leprechaun, it’s Will Ferrell dressed as one.  I look at him and say “Really?  You come barging in to my stall dressed as a leprechaun?  Do you think you are that funny?  Well, I got news for you….it’s not funny to barge into a lady’s stall when she’s in the can!  And I can’t stand your movies!”

Then I go back to the bleachers where we were sitting, only now there is a boy band playing in front of the bleachers.  I find myself stuck behind them, with all their wires strewn around, equipment everywhere.  So, I had to go all the way around the back of the bleachers (we were sitting in the 2nd row) and come in from the other side.  Luckily, it was NSYNC, so it was worth the trouble, because I got to see Joey Fatone.

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Dear Mother

As I remember you today

I reflect on tales of the motherland

From folklore of headless dog spirits

To the meaning of the shamrock and the Trinity

A cottage in which 11 children grew

In a land the beauty of which I have never seen

I remember the music, the dancing of the jig

The tales of the leprechaun and his pot of gold

I think of the courage it took to leave your family

To come to a strange land and start anew

The strength it took to have 10 children of your own, yet bury 3

The stern hand with which you raised us

Was also the gentle hand that guided us with love

The firm voice that called our names down the line

Could be soft and comforting at any moment

In our big house filled with love, and lots of children

I think how you truly came to this country with nothing

And really did achieve everything

And you carried yourself with grace and dignity while doing so

All these things and more I remember

As I remember you today

Dear Mother

Dear Mother

As I remember you today

I reflect on tales of the motherland

From folklore of the headless dog spirits

To the meaning of the shamrock and the Trinity

A cottage in which 11 children grew

In a land the beauty of which I have never seen

I remember the music, the dancing of the jig

The tales of the leprechaun and his pot o gold

I think of the courage it took to leave your family

To come to a strange land and start anew

The strength it took to have 10 children of your own, yet bury 3

The stern hand with which you raised us

Was also the gentle hand that guided us with love

The firm voice that called our names down the line

Could be soft and comforting at any moment

In our big house filled with love and lots of children

I think how you truly came to this country with nothing

And really did achieve everything

And you carried yourself with grace and dignity while doing so

All these things and more I remember

As I remember you today Dear Mother

Written in honor of Josephine Patricia O’Kelly 1934-2001

Taffy OKelly