I forgot to wear green this glorious St. Patrick’s Day.
I need to go kiss a blarney stone and drink some green beer or something to make up for the fact that I’m an EMBARRASSMENT to my heritage, for cryin’ out loud.
Well, ok, that might be a slight exaggeration, but I’m normally SO into holidays. I pretty much love them all — Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween, 4th of July, Arbor Day, Easter, Valentine’s Day, Disneyland’s anniversary…wait, I meant… well yea, that’s what I meant. Any chance to celebrate with cute decorations and good food and I am THERE.
I blame my mom, though not in a bad way. We have 25 boxes of Christmas decorations in the attic at my parents home, no lie. We also had those little holiday flags out in our front lawn for all the seasons and major holidays. When I was in elementary school, my mom used holiday cookie cutters to make my peanut butter sandwiches. Who doesn’t love a pumpkin, heart or shamrock shaped sandwich to show your festiveness?
Plus, St. Patrick’s Day is one of those holidays you can shamelessly theme dress to, even as an adult, as not to get pinched. At lease some green accessories or something if you don’t want to be THAT guy (you know THAT guy -the one who still holiday theme-dresses as an adult. ahem.)
We worked on entirely too many heritage/family tree projects during our k-12 years (well, mostly my sister’s). I feel like every other month there was some 50 page paper/handmade scrapbook/ginormous billboard to construct about our family. We have some pretty great fun facts under our belts now about both sides of the family tree — like the fact that my great-grandparents on the Cullen side came through Ellis Island from Ireland, and that they had anywhere from FIFTEEN to TWENTY-TWO KIDS (records weren’t all that great back then.)
That’s a whole lot of Irish running around the states.
No relation to the famous vampire clan though…that I’m aware of anyway.