Good morning! It has been quite some time since I’ve been round these parts. Last week was the last week of the quarter – I am 2 work days away from a week and a half off, hallelujah – and I’m still recovering from that stuff I talked about last Monday. Then, I started having Internet problems Saturday night. Moral of the story, everything is a mess.
I owe approximately 20-30 emails, if not more than that. I have plans for blog posts for this week, including starting something new and exciting that I teased on The Florkens and Twitter. I also have a VERY special surprise coming up later this month.
I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about 1 very important thing today: St. Patrick’s Day.
Today, as you know, is St. Patrick’s Day. This is the day where millions across the country celebrate alcohol, corned beef, cabbage, and color green. We say, “Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!” But to those of us Americans who are actually Irish, it’s a day to celebrate where we come from.
I have a lot of different nationalities that make up my background, but Irish is the largest one at almost a half. St. Patrick’s Day is the day that we celebrate where we come from – County Cork – and our heritage. Growing up, my mother would make corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick’s Day. This year, I’m not celebrating a whole lot with everything going on in my life, unless singing “Irish Eyes” over and over again counts.
You see, I come from the Healy Clan, and my full name – Kathleen Brenda – means “pure little princess” in Gaelic. I was raised Catholic, and my grandmother has Irish sayings embroidered on pillows around her house. We’re a family of Patricia, Kathleen (more than one), Maureen, Daniel, Brandon, and more. Many of the names are family names.
I know that I’m not really Irish. I’m sure that born-and-raised Irish think us Irish-Americans are crazy. But we love our heritage. It’s a part of us, and always will be.
Erin go bragh!