Today, my friends, we are all Irish. Drink up, eat, and be merry. :mrgreen:
I have been sitting and torturing my coworkers with several of my celtic traditions CDs, along with my collection of Irish punk drinking songs. *g*
I’d like to take a sec and wish a very Happy Birthday to Ransim. Hope it’s a good one sweetie! :D
I was sitting here looking up some funnies for today and ran across KidsDomain.com which had a lot of fun facts about today.
So why do we all wear green?
Probably because you’ll be pinched if you don’t! School children started this tradition. Green is also the color of spring, the shamrock and is connected with hope and nature.
Neat. I didn’t know that. :)
And the History Channel website had a lot of cool factoids as well:
Did You Know?
There are 34 million U.S. residents who claim Irish ancestry. This number is almost nine times the population of Ireland itself (3.9 million). Irish is the nationâ€™s second most frequently reported ancestry, trailing only German.
We’re like cockroaches, LOL. My grandmother winces whenever I say that, LOL. But honestly, I’m proud of my heritage. :)
And now … for a bit of humor!
Paddy was found dead in his back yard, and as the weather was a bit on the warm side, the wake was held down to only two days, so his mortal remains wouldn’t take a bad turn. At last his friends laid him in the box, nailed it shut & started down the hill into the churchyard.
As it was a long, sloping path and the mourners were appropriately tipsy, one fellow lurched into the gatepost as they entered the graveyard. Suddenly a loud knocking came from in the box. Paddy was alive!
They opened the box up and he sat up, wide eyed, and they all said, Sure, it’s a miracle of God! All rejoiced & they went back and had a few more drinks but later that day, the poor lad died. Really died. Stone cold dead.
They bundled him back into his box, and as they huffed and puffed down the hill the next morning, the priest said, “Careful now, boys; mind ye don’t bump the gatepost again.”
A young Irishman sat at a pub in the New World drinking beer and conversin’ with the barkeep. Another comes in and sits besides him. He says “How you do” and hears the lilt and says “you be Irish?”
“Yes I am.”
The first man yells “Barkeep, give us another round and one for my friend here he’s from the mother country as well.”
The second man asks “so where in the old country ye from?”
“Dublin” responds the first.
“Dublin you say – so am I!” and the second man hollers “Barkeep, bring us another round and a shot of your best Irish Whiskey for me and my friend here.”
Afterwards the first man asks “From where in Dublin?” and the second man responds with the street and the first man says “Well I’ll be – so am I!” and yells “Barkeep, another pair of beers and Irish Whiskey for the pair of us.”
The phone behind the bar rings and the barkeep answers it. The owner of the pub asks “How is business?”
The barkeep responds “Not too bad. The O’Malley twins are here getting drunk again.”
Concerning bagpipes: The Irish invented them and gave them to the Scots as a joke, and the Scots haven’t seen the joke yet.
As soon as she had finished parochial school, a bright young girl named Lena shook the dust of Ireland off her shoes and made her way to New York where before long, she became a successful performer in show business. Eventually she returned to her home town for a visit and on a Saturday night went to confession in the church which she had always attended as a child. In the confessional Father Sullivan recognized her and began asking her about her work. She explained that she was an acrobatic dancer, and he wanted to know what that meant. She said she would be happy to show him the kind of thing she did on stage.
She stepped out of the confessional and within sight of Father Sullivan, she went into a series of cartwheels, leaping splits, handsprings and backflips. Kneeling near the confessional, waiting their turn, were two middle-aged ladies. They witnessed Lena’s acrobatics with wide eyes, and one said to the other: “Will you just look at the penance Father Sullivan is givin’ out this night, and me without me bloomers on!”
Q: What’s Irish and sits outside in the summertime?
A: Paddy O’Furniture!
(hehehe, Jessie loves that one)
An Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, “what’ll you have?”
The man says, “Give me three pints of Guinness please.”
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they’re gone. He then orders three more.
The bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold. You don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we’re drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition. Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, “I know what your tradition is, and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry about the loss of one of your brothers.”
The man said, “Oh, me brothers are fine – I just quit drinking.”