<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:54:04.902-06:00</updated><category term='St. Ptrick&apos;s Day Gathering'/><title type='text'>Irish Gramma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-7910329864182605163</id><published>2010-02-18T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:42:24.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug to Colleen on her 66th birthday</title><content type='html'>No you're not getting older, just more beautifuller in all your ravishing, curvaceous wifeyness and grandmahood, a tribute to your wild Irish smileification that radiates from all your well hidden grays and ample fingernails, as you rule and reign over your humble henshed as queen of the roost trying to keep your many chicklings under your wings with love and laughter while protecting them from whatever lurks behind every stray street sign and humongeous boulder, and all with a song in your heart! What a dame! So get all your kicks en route to "66", where we met in '69, remember yellow rose? Hope you enjoyed the Prairie Home Companion, the TGI Friday's and the peaceful drive through snowy Provo canyon to Heber Valley for some "Breadstix!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Douglasness com felicidades e amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-7910329864182605163?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7910329864182605163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=7910329864182605163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7910329864182605163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7910329864182605163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/doug-to-colleen-on-her-66th-birthday.html' title='Doug to Colleen on her 66th birthday'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-7798536096848338081</id><published>2010-02-17T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:08:59.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>Strange, this aging thing, when I was 15 I could barely  wait until I was 16.  When I was 20, 21 couldn't come fast enough.  It  sort of stopped there - the excitement, I mean.  Now, as of Tuesday, Feb. 16, 2010, I have hit 66.  While that is and always will be 10 months younger than my older cousin Susan, it still stings.  What great things happen to 66 year olds?  Mother died at 66 and that didn't seem so great.  I miss her still today.  I will be getting my  first Social Security check next month, that is good, but what it really represents to me is aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when I was a young thing did the days and years, especially school years, drag by so very  slowly?  I married my very loving husband, gave birth to 8 outstanding children and now I sit back and see them going through their lives.  I ache for those who ache.  I rejoice for those who have had occasion to rejoice, but the common, deep feeling is one of love for each of my family members and overwhelming concern for their happiness and peace.  Grandchildren bless me.  In-law spouses bless me, and even my brothers and sisters bless me with their kind thoughts and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, though I was coughing and experiencing lingering laryngitis, I got to talk to each of my children.  Doug made me a most delicious breakfast-in-bed (actually I was more comfortably sitting in a big leather chair), Erin and Sharon deep-cleaned the kitchen, grandchildren sang and expressed birthday wishes,  the Curran-Tucker group brought flowers and a funny singing balloon, Quinn called from Arizona, Shane from Pleasant Grove, Caitilin and family from Huntersville, N.C., Conn and Sean gave me unbelievably wonderful hugs and expressions of love, Shannon called from Lehi and Doug gave me a perfect drive in the canyon followed by a fantastic late lunch.  The day was perfect except that I still wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan sent a crazy card, fantastic hot chocolate, a funny mug and note pad; Eileen and Kathleen called.  I love my sisters and my dear cousin Susan.  I am one lucky lady to turn 66 and be the recipient of so much love.  At least Susan will always be older...those ten months really add up when you get to our age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-7798536096848338081?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7798536096848338081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=7798536096848338081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7798536096848338081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7798536096848338081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-214320173870260107</id><published>2008-11-15T09:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:50:16.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving is approaching!</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving and everything it represents; family, love, security, safety and the prosperity represented by the bounty we enjoy.  Daily I am thankful.  I am thankful for Doug who loves me though I am not all that love able.  I am thankful for our children: Quinn, Megan, Shane, Erin, Shannon, Caitilin, Sean and Conn.  I am thankful for Kurt, Sharon and Ryan, our precious in-law children.  I am thankful for Darlene and her Kiwi heritage.  I am thankful for grandchildren: Kalin, Kai, Gavin, Ryan, Owen and Aidan.  I am thankful for siblings: Jack, Tom, Kathleen and Eileen.  I am thankful for in-laws: Dave, Catherine, Dick, Carol, Jerry and Peggy, Mike and Osa.  I am thankful for my dearest friend, Susan who is just 10 months older than I am.  I am thankful for frequent phone calls to and from each of my family.  I am thankful for the "nosey, nosey,  kiss"  I receive in person or on the phone from my grandsons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day as I leave our home to drive the 27 miles to Riverton to teach at Riverton High School, I close the front door, and as I do it, I say a prayer of thanks for the comfort of our home and the blessing of even having a home.  As I drive the freeway to school in the very early dawn, I give thanks for each of my students, for my job, my health, the opportunity to teach and be influenced by the humble qualities of  of my students, each of whom has a severe intellectual disability.  I am blessed because I associate with these students.  I am blessed to enjoy a life of freedom where I can pray and attend church and the temple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incredible pumpkin pie that Sharon makes (and no she won't share the recipe ), the sweet potato casserole that Shannon makes, the side dishes that Megan creates, the Kiwi dessert Darlene makes, the pecan pie Erin makes and the gathering with family to share in a feast of love...this is Thanksgiving.  Caitilin, Kurt, Gavin and Ryan create and share Thanksgiving with friends and missionaries in Charlotte, N.C.  We are thankful for the goodness of the Summerhays family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-214320173870260107?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/214320173870260107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=214320173870260107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/214320173870260107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/214320173870260107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-is-approaching.html' title='Thanksgiving is approaching!'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-4436689740408220057</id><published>2008-11-15T09:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:28:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Halloween has come and gone and along with it, all of our leaves have dropped to cover not only our yard, but the side yard of our neighbor's as well.  We are certain our leaves cause stress to our neighbor.  As soon as the leaves begin to drop into his yard, he starts up his leaf blower and send those unwanted, crispy, colorful beautiful leaves back to our property.  As the days of falling leaves pass, the pile of leaves blown from his side yard becomes increasingly deep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grandchildren love falling into the leaves just as I did when I was a child.  I clearly remember raking the leaves into a floor plan of a home.  The outer walls of the rooms would be about a foot wide and about five inches deep.  My friends and I would take blankets and pillows to our newly created bedrooms.  We would neatly place the blankets and pillows into a position to resemble a freshly made bed.  In the "kitchen" we would arrange a little table and chairs.  Imagination was fun; leaves are fun...so why are we in such a rush to clear them from our yards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-4436689740408220057?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4436689740408220057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=4436689740408220057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/4436689740408220057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/4436689740408220057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-4070557221730243699</id><published>2008-08-29T15:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:00:23.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in School</title><content type='html'>Summer is officially over for me; school has begun.  This year I have a new teaching assignment. I am teaching students with a variety of syndromes from Autism to Prader Willey, William Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy (with Intellectual Handicaps), Down Syndrome, Traumatic Brain Injury and a variety of other conditions that caused Intellectual Handicaps.  I am responsible for 15 students who are at Riverton High School.  I am able to use a lot of music therapy in my classroom.  I feel fortunate and blessed to associate with these very special young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school started I took a quick trip to see Caitilin, Kurt, Gavin and Ryan Summerhays.  Gavin and Ryan are beyond darling as are each of my grandchildren.  Caitilin and Kurt amaze me.  They are fantastic parents.  It is hard having them so far from the rest of the family, but they are making valuable contributions in their community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-4070557221730243699?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4070557221730243699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=4070557221730243699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/4070557221730243699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/4070557221730243699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-school.html' title='Back in School'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-9218128616903857324</id><published>2008-05-31T11:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:58:33.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of another year of school</title><content type='html'>My 18th year of teaching will be completed on June 4.  How well I remember my first teaching assignment which was at St. Thomas Moore in Omaha, Nebraska.  I would hate the measurement of my teaching skills to be described by that first novice year.  I was teaching by day and singing at the Swinging Door Saloon by night with my partner Dave Webber.  We were Dave and Colleen.  We had a good deal of success in that adventure and  continued singing for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marrying Doug, my sweetheart, ended the Dave and Colleen era, but opened a new and wonderful phase of my life.  After bearing 8 incredible children, teaching voice at BYU Hawaii and then in Orem, Utah, I entered the public education system as a teacher as a Special Education teacher working with students with very mild learning disabilities in math, reading and/or writing.  I taught at Canyon View JHS in Orem for 2 years and Oak Canyon JHS in Lindon, Ut. for 15  years.  Now, for the past two years, I've been teaching Sp. Ed.(Resource) at Riverton High School in Riverton, Ut..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'll embark on another phase of my teaching career.  I will be teaching the Intellectually Handicapped students at Riverton HS.  I look forward to this new adventure.  I am so thankful for the preparation, through education, that led to this new opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am working on a teaching endorsement (through BYU) in reading, which is still another adventure.  I'll finish this preparation in another year and a half. Education is very important to me. It is good to know that we take with us into the eternities those things we have learned here in mortality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-9218128616903857324?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/9218128616903857324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=9218128616903857324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/9218128616903857324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/9218128616903857324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-another-year-of-school.html' title='End of another year of school'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-6215760363594229719</id><published>2008-05-12T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:03:28.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Time</title><content type='html'>Doug and I will have been married 39 years on May 24th.  Good years, good love, not much money, but a lot of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-6215760363594229719?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6215760363594229719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=6215760363594229719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/6215760363594229719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/6215760363594229719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary-time.html' title='Anniversary Time'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-6198758992583654658</id><published>2008-05-12T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:02:19.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday News</title><content type='html'>Quinn Curran will be turning 38 on May 14, 2008.  It is hard to imagine this guy has gone ahead and aged while I sit by.  I can take being a mother of a teenager, a 20 year old and even a 30 year old, but this nearly 40 year old stuff is wayyyyyyyyyyyy too much.  I've told Quinn that when he turns 40 I am dis-owning him.  All the Fitzsimmons Family can remember the floppy-haired first grand child, Quinn.  Can we too be aging?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-6198758992583654658?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6198758992583654658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=6198758992583654658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/6198758992583654658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/6198758992583654658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-news.html' title='Birthday News'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-2359155762725912777</id><published>2008-05-12T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:57:21.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day May 2008</title><content type='html'>I was overwhelmed by the love I felt from my family yesterday.  Uncle Dick Curran was in town and so he joined in the fun of the Curran Clan overwhelming me with their musical abilities.  Conn, Erin, Shane and also Owen and Aidan, recorded for me (they did the singing) my favorite song, "Christopher Robin."  I collapsed into an emotional, joyful puddle of tears as I listened. Conn recorded several other songs and Erin gave me a CD of her singing several Spanish favorites. Sean did all the recording and mixing in his studio. Shane presented me with a cd full of Super Flow recordings.  I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave out Sean, I play his CD daily in my classroom.  My math kids work harder when they listen to "Definit."  Quinn gave me a gift certificate for Dad and me to go to dinner at La Cai (sp).  We'll really have to dress up for that one.  Shannon, the darling girl, was out taking photos (earning some bucks) and couldn't be in on the recording session.  Our Sharon and her sweet boys completed the day.  Have I mentioned that I love this daughter-in-law of mine.  Shannon's Ryan was missed; he was home sick.  Ryan is incredible!  Caitilin, Kurt, Gavin and Ryan were in Hawaii.  Caitilin spent Mother's Day suffering with a horrible sun burn. What a nice guy Kurt is; he took Caitilin and the boys to Hawaii to have a real family vacation.  Love that guy.  Megan, Kalin and Kai were in Houston and they too were missed.  My sweetheart, Doug, gave me a wonderful book by Gordon B. Hinckley. Darlene learned three guitar chords and spent part of the evening singing her Maori songs and playing the guitar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more wonderful thing.  Doug and I were out on Saturday for our regular late Saturday breakfast at noon.  While we were out, Shannon and Erin came over and cleaned the upstairs so things would be spotless for our Sunday gathering.  Such a thoughtful gift!  It is such a joy to be a mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-2359155762725912777?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2359155762725912777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=2359155762725912777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/2359155762725912777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/2359155762725912777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-may-2008.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day May 2008'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-2809300831065500377</id><published>2008-04-13T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:19:45.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's Birthday</title><content type='html'>What a dolly-boy; Aidan had his 2nd birthday on the 11th of April.  Note the video of  Aidan on his birthday; the reluctant 2-year old.  Go to the youtube post below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=egcLX56Ofjc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-2809300831065500377?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2809300831065500377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=2809300831065500377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/2809300831065500377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/2809300831065500377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/04/aidans-birthday.html' title='Aidan&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-841304099327956882</id><published>2008-03-18T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:43:39.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Ptrick&apos;s Day Gathering'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Gathering</title><content type='html'>The traditional gathering of the Curran Clan on St. Patrick's Day was casual and fun.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruebens&lt;/span&gt;, made with dark rye bread, filled with, sour kraut, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; cheese then grilled, created our version of the corned beef and cabbage traditional dinner.  We did have potato salad and potato chips which completed the ingredients of a fine feast.  A yummy chocolate cake topped with green mint-flavored whipped topping and chocolate mint candies,  satisfied at least my sweet tooth.  Sharon Curran was observed eating more than her share of the mint candies; I was watching and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kalin&lt;/span&gt; and Kai were in town for the celebration since they are on Spring Break from their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomball&lt;/span&gt;, TX home (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tomball&lt;/span&gt; is a suburb of Houston).  Owen and Aidan loved wrestling with Kai while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kalin&lt;/span&gt; continued to "school" his Uncles Sean and  Conn at basketball.  They taught him so much while he was growing up that now they can't keep up with him.  Oh the humility of these two lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, in her beautiful emerald green shirt and Shannon, with her crazy Leprechaun earrings dangling,  giggled as they  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about the many antics they pulled-off when they were young - all without Doug or me ever knowing, of course.  Ryan the ever-patient son-in-law, completes these gatherings.  His dry wit catches us off guard frequently.  We are so lucky to have Sharon, Ryan and Kurt for in-law children.  When talking about Sharon, Ryan and Kurt (I like to call him Kurtella), the expression "in-law" seems cold.  We love these kids as our own.  We are blessed by the choices our children have made for mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening would have been complete, but Megan, Quinn, Caitilin, Kurt (Gavin and Ryan) were not with us.  Megan couldn't get on a Continental fight as a standby, Quinn was in New Zealand and Caitilin and Family are living in Charlotte, NC.  We know the Summerhays' love their home and friends in Charlotte, but they are greatly missed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-841304099327956882?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/841304099327956882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=841304099327956882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/841304099327956882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/841304099327956882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day-gathering.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Gathering'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-1932850629289932473</id><published>2008-02-21T15:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:47:51.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>It is February 21, 2008 which makes me think about all of the Fitzsimmons birthdays that are on the 21st of different months.  Dad's birthday was March 21, Mother's birthday was June 21 and Jack's birthday is July 21.  I miss Mother and Dad and think of them often.  I miss the phone calls from Dad and the newsy letters from Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who would like to know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan Kirwan McGuire's birthday &lt;/span&gt;is approaching.  April 6th is the exciting day when Susan will turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65!&lt;/span&gt;  It sounds old, doesn't it?  I'll always be glad that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born 10 months later&lt;/span&gt; than dear Susan.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eileen Fitzsimmons Heitman's 53rd &lt;/span&gt;birthday will be on April 12.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathleen Fitzsimmons 59th &lt;/span&gt;birthday will be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a bouquet of beautiful flowers that were sent to me on my birthday which was the 16th of February.  Susan called, Kathleen called and Tom e-mailed wishes for a happy birthday.  Thanks to all.  Sharon and Shane Curran (Owen and Aidan also) hosted a fun Karaoke birthday gathering at their home.  Erin and I were to celebrate our birthdays together, but Erin got sick and so spent the day with stomach problems that I won't mention.  Erin Curran's birthday was on February 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-1932850629289932473?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1932850629289932473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=1932850629289932473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/1932850629289932473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/1932850629289932473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal_21.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-7278017267389006354</id><published>2008-02-08T09:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:50:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What a great way to begin a day; create a blog!  I have no idea what I am doing, but my family insists it is possible for me to construct a blog.  What is a blog?  I have no idea.  Since I am Gramma Colleen, Irish Gramma, I guess in the future I'll be talking a lot about my darling grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I see I have made mistakes.  Somehow the first journal I wrote was  posted twice.  Where the heck do I go to download some photos or to add shamrocks or other stuff?  Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the video bar.  I've downloaded Conn Curran's singing of, SAVE THE LAST DANCE.  Conn is a fantastic singer.  I also want to try to download Shane and Sean performing. When you click on the video that is supposed to be Shane and Sean, you'll see that I wasn't able to delete the videos that somehow attached to the one of Sean and Shane.  Sean and Shane's video is the one of them doing a show in Provo, Utah.  Shane is on base and Sean is the tall guy in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-7278017267389006354?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7278017267389006354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=7278017267389006354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7278017267389006354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7278017267389006354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal_08.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419700604524230584.post-7760513848895689558</id><published>2008-02-08T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:57:29.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What a great way to begin a day; create a blog!  I have no idea what I am doing, but my family insists it is possible for me to construct a blog.  What is a blog?  I have no idea.  Since I am Gramma Colleen, Irish Gramma, I guess in the future I'll be talking a lot about my darling grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419700604524230584-7760513848895689558?l=irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7760513848895689558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419700604524230584&amp;postID=7760513848895689558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7760513848895689558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419700604524230584/posts/default/7760513848895689558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishgramma-grammacolleen.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>GrammaColleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00512522372487247057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
