Kiss Me. I’m Irish

I actually am. 50/50 people. Irish/Italian, baby.

Momma Be Thy Name noted, “There is No Such Thing as Half-Italian.” 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. (You’ve seen some of the comments posted by GrampaStavo – that’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 – oh my god – 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, I’ve been diligent about making sure the muppets celebrate their Gaelic roots – 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. It’s one of my favorites – as that is one of only two photos featuring the muppets in my tummy.

St. Patrick's Day 2010: 4 Months Pregnant

Last year, I shared the detailed info behind my childhood button, “I’ve got Irish roots.” (Factoid: “Button” is presently one of Destroy’s favorite words.)

St. Patrick's Day 2011: Search

St. Patrick's Day 2011: Destroy

So kiss me. I’m Irish.

2012: Little Leprechauns and their Lucky Charms

And because everyone could use some luck of the Irish – MUAH!

A kiss from Search and a St. Paddy's Day drink with Destroy.