Erin Go Bragh!

In my opinion, St. Patty's day is seriously under-celebrated. You'd think with all of the latest trends in "going green" there would be nothing to stop this holiday from becoming more popular.
Now that I'm off my soap box, I'd like to point out that, in essence, I married an Irishman (and it's not because my father likes to fondly call Don, "the Irishman").
Here are a few reasons why:

#1:As Don was explaining to me the other day, Brady comes from O'Grady. It was changed when his ancestors immigrated to the U.S. Apparently the transition was from O'Grady to just Grady and finally to Brady. Why they couldn't just keep it O'Grady, beats me. We have all kinds of crazy names in the states like Zollinger, why do they have to go messing with something as simple to say as O'Grady?? Not that I'm complaining I like Erin Brady a lot better than Erin O'Grady.

#2: the thing that makes me the most certain that Don is an Irishman...is that he has the gift of gab, my friends. (All the Bradys do. This isn't a bad thing, since they can talk with anyone they meet off the street like they're old friends, and have the ability to fill in those awkward silences at get togethers.) There are some days I suspect that Don's kissed the blarney stone more than once in his life.

#3: Adelei, my ever-growing little leprechaun, likes to dance jigs on my bladder. She thinks it's funny, and so does Don; until I start shrieking like a banshee for them to stop.

The first St. Patrick's Day I spent with Don, we went to his mother's house and she made a wonderfully traditional Irish meal consisting of corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes. I'm planning on making the same meal in honor of the holiday, but this time I'll add some Irish Soda Bread. And since I have my camera back, I'll most likely post it on my cooking blog...aren't you excited?? You should be, dang it.
And if that's not enough celebration for you: try throwing on something green (I always figured my eyes worked for this, until one time in 4th grade I got in a fight with a girl because I pinched her because she wasn't wearing anything green, and when she asked me what I was wearing that was green, I tartly replied, "my eyes," and she got reeeeeeally ticked). You could also paint a shamrock on your cheek, and watch the following clip:



Someday, I will buy Darby O'Gill and the little people, and watch it in honor of St. Patricks Day, because I can't drink (it's bad for the baby;).