No, I don't mean granola. I'm talking about Irish.
(I didn't draw this. It's clipart from Microsoft Word.)
I've never decorated for this holiday before. Even though my birthday is the very next day. And even though my Dad is 99% Irish.
A few weeks ago I decided that I really need to celebrate my heritage. Which means I should drink a lot, right? And maybe make a violent statement about English oppression?
I ran that idea by Kurt, and he just rolled his eyes and went back to studying. Probably because he's jealous of my red hair and freckles.
Alright, that was a lie. I don't have red hair. But both of my brothers had bright red hair when they were little, and they are covered in freckles. So there's a good chance I'll be passing the ginger gene on to my children, despite their daddy's Finnish influence.
I do have freckles on my nose and cheeks and shoulders, though. That part was true.
(This is an actual photograph of my brothers, taken back in 1996. Jimmy was 12, and David was almost 1. Obviously, they are in a snowstorm. And David is floating.)
Up until now, my St. Patrick's Day traditions have been to watch Boondock Saints (I love that movie), and eat green ice cream. And announcing to everyone I've ever met that my birthday is tomorrow, and there is still time for them to buy me a present. I will still be doing that, but I am looking for more.
I wonder if they have an Irish music station on Pandora? Because I have some Ghillies in my closet, gathering dust...
So here is today's Discussion Question: What is your heritage? And do you celebrate it?
My Favorite Comment:.
"I've never seen that picture before! But I do fondly remember that day. There was so much snow! And David was crazy! Just floating there. Good times." -Chantel