Happy St. Paddy's Day!

I like St. Patrick's Day for a couple of reasons. First, I get a lot of attention because I'm fair-skinned and have red hair. But I'm not Irish. And since I'm just plain ornery (as my grandma used to say), I like to be able to argue with people about it.** You'd be amazed at how many people don't believe me when I tell them I'm not Irish. The Irish do not have a corner on the world's population of redheads--in fact, a lot of Irish are dark haired. Anyways, I'm part German, and we have our own drinking day!

I also like St. Patrick's Day because I look good in green. That's all there is to it. It's probably my best color because of my hair and skin, so I always think I look really good at least one day a year.

Finally, I like the day because it reminds me of my trip to Ireland. Heather and I spent some time there, and in a small town near the Cliffs of Mohr (I think it was Doolin, but I can't remember), Paddy the Farmer proposed to me. It was so romantic. We had met him the day before (with his friend, Paddy), and we all went to one of the two pubs in town. We listened to an older local we had also met play the spoons over some Guinness. Paddy the Farmer started telling us about his farm and how he needed a wife to take care of him and bear his children. Then he suggested that I might be a good fit. Ahhhh...love! Whenever I think about this story, I laugh first, then appreciate that Ian's not a farmer!

**The only time I didn't argue about my heritage was when I used to get free drinks at the Irish pub we used to go to in San Diego (What was the name of that place???!!!). The bartender was Irish and since he thought I was too, he gave me free drinks sometimes. I can't argue with a free pint of cider!


I like this guy because he looks like a German leprechaun!