#1. Growing up I was always told that I was 100% Irish. I hate to admit it, but I am not 100% positive that that is 100% true. However, I still continue to tell people that I am 100% Irish and not just in March.
#2. I also have to admit that St. Patrick's Day is not my favorite holiday. I am not very good at it. I am not a drunkard. I get annoyed with the concept that non- (or minutely) Irish people call themselves Irish just because it's cool. Not to mention that I am no longer allowed to even mutter the words "corned beef and cabbage" in my home because I food poisened my husband with it one year. Apparently if you cook the corned beef with the cabbage you should NOT serve the cabbage for leftovers... especially if you deny the leftovers yourself and only feed them to your said spouse.
#3. I had an art project set up for today to do with Parker and then post about. We were going to make clover stamps out of potatoes (ok, apples - we were having our own potato famine) and print them on things. Instead I took a phone call from the hospital and whilst I was chatting, Parker made his easel into a car wash and "washed" his radio flyer with paint. So that did not happen. But we did have a good conversation about what is okay to paint and what is not.
#4. I do love Ireland. I love that there is a day dedicated to celebrating the world's love for a country and its people. I love that I have relatives that were born and raised there. I admire my sister Meghan (pronounced MEE-guhn) for living and working there. And I love to learn about the culture, places, and people that is my heritage.
#5. Here is a list of some of my favorite Irish-y books to read in honor of St. Patty's Day.
