Momma Be Thy Name noted, â€œThere is No Such Thing as Half-Italian.â€ And she certainly has a point. Growing up, I always associated far more with my Italian heritage. Mostly because I am first generation American on that side. (Youâ€™ve seen some of the comments posted by GrampaStavo â€“ thatâ€™s seriously how he sounds folks.)
Then, in the summer of 2000, I had the opportunity to jet over to Ireland for the weekend (I love saying that). I realized something as I walked the streets of Dublin. With my lily-white pasty skin, brown-almost-black hair, and green eyes â€“ oh my god â€“ I look like all these people!
I make a point to wear green every year. (I do not drink warm green beer because, um, yuck.) And thus far, Iâ€™ve been diligent about making sure the muppets celebrate their Gaelic roots â€“ besides just their names of course.
Two years ago, I posted a simple blog post. I was four months pregnant and happily sporting a green maternity top. Itâ€™s one of my favorites â€“ as that is one of only two photos featuring the muppets in my tummy.
Last year, I shared the detailed info behind my childhood button, â€œIâ€™ve got Irish roots.â€ (Factoid: â€œButtonâ€ is presently one of Destroyâ€™s favorite words.)
So kiss me. Iâ€™m Irish.
And because everyone could use some luck of the Irish â€“ MUAH!