What’s green and white and lives outdoors? Patty O’Furniture!

So the time change has thrown off the schedules of 58 certain children that I know. It’s been CrankFest 2010 for the last two days. Fighting, wailing, puking and more crying. ALL DAY LONG.

It’s like hanging out an Irish bar, really. Speaking of, today’s the day for the wearin’ o’ the green! Happy St. Patrick’s day to all of you and for those of you whom aren’t Irish, you can be for today. We’ll let ya.
St. Patty’s was big in my family growing up. My Father was a very proud Irishman. I’ve posted this picture once before, but it pretty much sums it up.
This was St. Patrick’s day, 1979. Notice the green ribbons in my hair and my Father’s green turtleneck. He’s letting me pour the first green beer out of the keg while my Mother proudly looks on. Now that’s quality family time, folks! My Dad was extremely proud of our Irish heritage and now that I’m grown, I feel the same. I love Ireland and was lucky enough to visit the country itself a few years back. I love the rich heritage, and learning where my name came from. I love the jovial hard drinking stereotype and the very real hard working middle class.
My husband found me because of a online letter I had written with the closing reading, “if you believe this was with malice or intent, you can kiss my pink Irish ass”. He knew immediately he’d found his girl all those years later with that kind of saucy retort.
My Father and I often had our “ire” worked up, as he’d say.
Regrettably, Mr. Cooper is suffering from terrible ennui. The holiday escapes him. Let’s see if some green beer won’t cheer him up. No? Mr. Cooper totally lacks enthusiasm. Now that’s proof that there’s no Irish Setter in this mutt. *sigh*

Too much green beer, dude?
An old Irish blessing (my father’s favorite, as well as mine)

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Erin go Braugh, ya’ll.

3 thoughts on “What’s green and white and lives outdoors? Patty O’Furniture!

  1. Tyge says:

    What do you call a bouncing Irishman?Rick O'Shea! That's an Uncle Bob joke, circa 1983.(ricochet)

  2. Anonymous says:

    And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead

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