I'm an Irish Girl, it must be known

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

Top of the morning to ya lads & lassies!

Alright, I'm a bit guilty regarding full disclosure of my ethnicity. You see, I often talk about how my Mom is Italian (like here, here and here) and her side of the family is rooted deeply in that culture. Everyone on my Mom's side talks loudly with their hands, lives on the East Coast, drinks wine and never cuts their pasta with their fork- it's this amazing, cultural existence rooted in family and food. Things like this coupled with illustrious images of my Nana and her beautiful, dark-haired Italian sisters in the latest fashions in the 1940's has always had me deeply in love with my Italian roots (long before Jersey Shore).

However, there's a whole other half of me - that man called "Dad". Well, my Dad isn't Italian at all and his reddish hair and freckles are quick to give that away. His Grandparents came here from Ireland and worked in the Mines in Butte, Montana - which has a very strong history of Irish roots (My Grandma was friends with Evel Knievel). My Dad was raised on meat and potatoes, the importance of having a proper Irish wake when you lose a family member (meaning the family gathers to celebrate the life of the departed person after the funeral by drinking and telling stories long into the night) AND saving your money-yes, yes- I am... half Irish.

 {My Italian Mom, My Irish Dad and my Crybaby older Sister}

So though I often just say "I'm Italian!" and leave it at that, I must divulge that yes indeedy: I am an Irish girl (Kiss Me!).

Irish Blessing:
May there always be work for your hands to do.
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine on your windowpane.
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Happy St. Patty's Day all you Seamus O'Tooles, if you start to see any Leprechauns- it's time to call it a night. Oh! And Happy Birthday to my Stepmom- can't wait for the corned beef feast tonight!

Three cheers for Green Beer!