As I chop and measure and mix and bake (and try to decide if finger-batter counts against Lenten disciplines) in preparation for our big annual Hooley at the Tierneys.'
Irish slang for party or celebration; by extension, some substance with which you party or celebrate.
We throw lots of parties around here, but the biggest one of the year is our St. Patrick's Day party, in honor of the husband's South Side (of Chicago) Irish heritage. And in honor of St. Patrick, of course! I thought I'd bring back this post from last year for you new kids.
MY APOSTOLATE OF PARTIES, AND PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE OF THE HOOLEY
Happy regular ol' day between two feasts!
Today I want to share some photos from the Hooley and also share why we have parties (aside from the obvious reason of us being pretty cool).
The husband and I got married, went on our honeymoon, and then immediately moved from San Diego to Northern California so that he could start business school. Almost immediately after that, we were expecting our first baby. The summer that Jack was born, a lot of things changed. I went from working gal to stay-at-home mom (and no one was more surprised than I was), and we moved from married student housing to family housing.
Today I want to share some photos from the Hooley and also share why we have parties (aside from the obvious reason of us being pretty cool).
The husband and I got married, went on our honeymoon, and then immediately moved from San Diego to Northern California so that he could start business school. Almost immediately after that, we were expecting our first baby. The summer that Jack was born, a lot of things changed. I went from working gal to stay-at-home mom (and no one was more surprised than I was), and we moved from married student housing to family housing.
read the rest here (and come back Sunday for a recap of this year's Hooley!)