Top o' the Evenin' to ye!
Mar. 17th, 2005 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeI wore my "Irish Princess" baseball cap to work today: at least three pepple commented on it, not including K. the supervisor. Her response was, "I've seen a bunch of people wearing 'Irish Princess' stuff; I think I'm gonna make a shirt that says 'Irish Queen'." I added that my wearing the "Irish Princess" hat was partly the truth, and I went on to tell her about the geneology my mom had done. Come to find out the Mulhares are descended from a family of the nobility that had its own castle in County Clare. At Christmas, Mom gave me a scarf made in the tartan of Co. Clare (green, blue, gold and maroon), which I've been wearing with pride all this week. We've found out that the name was originally O Maolchairill, which means "servant of the horse lord", and we've also got a family crest, a field vert with three argent herons dexter (translation: a green shield with three silver herons facing stage right). Motto: "Per ardua surgo" ("I rise through adversity" -- that fits us!).
For dinner, Mom cooked "praties in their jackets" (baked potatoes -- yum!) and she *tried* baking an Irish pound cake last night (for some reason it has to chill overnight), but she ran out of sugar in the middle of it, so she had to finish prepping it tonight... which means we'll be having our cake and eating it too, tomorrow night. Spread the Irish cheer!
I leave you with a quote from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods", where the hero, Shadow, meets Mad Sweeny the leprchaun:
"What do you do?" [said Shadow]
The bearded man lit his cigarette. "I'm a leprechaun," he said with a grin.
Shadow did not smile. "Really?" he said. "Shouldn't you be drinking Guinness?"
"Stereotypes. You have to learn to think outside the box," said the bearded man. "There's a lot more to Ireland than Guiness."
"You don't have an Irish accent."
"I've been over here too f[*]cken long."
"So you *are* originally from Ireland?"
"I told you. I'm a leprechaun. We don't come from f[*]cken Moscow."
For dinner, Mom cooked "praties in their jackets" (baked potatoes -- yum!) and she *tried* baking an Irish pound cake last night (for some reason it has to chill overnight), but she ran out of sugar in the middle of it, so she had to finish prepping it tonight... which means we'll be having our cake and eating it too, tomorrow night. Spread the Irish cheer!
I leave you with a quote from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods", where the hero, Shadow, meets Mad Sweeny the leprchaun:
"What do you do?" [said Shadow]
The bearded man lit his cigarette. "I'm a leprechaun," he said with a grin.
Shadow did not smile. "Really?" he said. "Shouldn't you be drinking Guinness?"
"Stereotypes. You have to learn to think outside the box," said the bearded man. "There's a lot more to Ireland than Guiness."
"You don't have an Irish accent."
"I've been over here too f[*]cken long."
"So you *are* originally from Ireland?"
"I told you. I'm a leprechaun. We don't come from f[*]cken Moscow."