Happy St. Patrick’s Day from this Irish lass!
I’ve been watching that clock all afternoon…
I take my Irish heritage seriously, people. My mom’s family is Irish, my dad’s family is Irish… The Mister’s family is Scottish, so close enough… My kids are in trouble… But, seriously, I’m proud of my heritage. (And it gives me a great excuse for my alcoholism… “Eh, she’s just Irish…”) The Mister and I even had Irish elements incorporated into our wedding… And the ceremony was ended on the bestowing of an Irish blessing upon all the guests. So, we love this holiday! And it’s a serious kitchen pass to drink beer and eat my ass off. (No anorexia for me today!)
We always have shepherd’s pie, corned beef and cabbage, Irish cheeses and breads and, of course, tons of beer. The corned beef is cooking now and my mouth is freaking watering. I love corned beef, but with this damned anorexia and all keeping me from eating shit, I’m seriously salivating… And am looking even more forward to my Irish meal than I normally am. I fully intend to be sick from gluttony by the end of this night…
Look at my cutie patootie little Leprechauns this morning:
And just because he’s so stinkin’ cute:
Can I start drinking heavily now? Yes, yes I can. I waited til 4:00. It’s St. Patrick’s Day… And I’m IRISH. It’d almost be blasphemy not to… No, it would be blasphemy not to. No vodka water for me today!
(That would be “cheers!” in Irish Gaelic… Pronounced slaan-cheh… Although, this picture of me is in Germany at Epcot last month… So, if you happen to be German, Prost!)
And I’ll end it with a couple of great Irish sayings and expressions… Now you can go wow your friends and family with some St. Paddy’s Day jargon! Be sure to put a good slurrrrrrrr on it, though, k?
May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead!
May the cat eat you and the devil eat the cat!
Lá Fhéile Pádraig (That’s “St. Patrick’s Day”… Pronounced law ae-leh paw-rig. Wouldn’t want you mispronouncing… Doesn’t that just roll right off the tongue???)
Pionta Guinness, le do thoil. (“A pint of Guiness, please.” pyunta Guinness leh duh hull)
Tabhair póg dom, táim Éireannach. (“Kiss me, I’m Irish!” Which on this night around the world should probably just be “kiss me because I’m drunk as hell and horny..” Pronounced TOO-irr pogue dum, toyme AY-ron-ock)
An bhfuil tú ar meisce fós? (“Are you drunk yet?” Very important on St. Paddy’s Day. on will too air mesh-ka fowss?)
Póg mo thóin! (That would be “kiss my ass”… Always handy to know… Pronounced pogue muh ho-in, because that’s one important to know how to pronounce.)
And last but not least…
Tá mo bhríste trí thine! (“My trousers are on fire!” Because who doesn’t need to know that one?!?! I mean, seriously. thaw muh vreesh-tah tree hin-ah)
I’ll leave you with the Irish blessing said at our wedding:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine
Warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And, until we meet again,
May god hold you in the palm of his hand.
And just one that I love:
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
Luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, my friends. Now go get drunk!