Happy St. Patrick’s Day

For the record, I don’t really embrace my Irish roots because I embrace my Slovak heritage. That said, Mrs. Earp’s family has strong Irish roots, so I might as well post about the holiday.

While I am usually working on St. Patrick’s Day, this year I am daywork, so the family will be having traditional Irish food. The good news is Mrs. Earp will hook me up with something different for dinner.

So, if you’re into the Irish thing, I hope you have a great day. And while I don’t really celebrate the holiday, I do very much love a pint of Guinness now and then.


Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day, one of the foremost holidays in the Republic of Ireland, as well as many countries across the globe.

Saint Patrick was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. Much of what is known about Saint Patrick comes from the Declaration, which was allegedly written by Patrick himself. According to the Declaration, at the age of sixteen, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Gaelic Ireland. It says that he spent six years there working as a shepherd and that during this time he “found God”. After making his way home, Patrick went on to become a priest.

According to tradition, Patrick returned to Ireland to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity. The Declaration says that he spent many years evangelizing in the northern half of Ireland and converted “thousands”. Patrick’s efforts against the druids were eventually turned into an allegory in which he drove “snakes” out of Ireland, despite the fact that snakes were not known to inhabit the region.

Tradition holds that he died on 17 March and was buried at Downpatrick. Over the following centuries, many legends grew up around Patrick and he became Ireland’s foremost saint.

Here’s wishing all you Irish descendants have a terrific day. Sláinte!

Erin Go Braghless

Today is St. Patrick’s Day, arguably my least favorite holiday of the year. It’s chock full of Irish people and Irish wannabes, lousy drunks, and awful food. That said, there are ways you can celebrate without peeing your pants – or someone else’s.

Learn the History. I’m not going to avoid the fact that there are an increasing number of people who feel that non-Irish people celebrating St. Patrick’s Day is tantamount to cultural appropriation. I haven’t truly made up my mind on this and I have children whose 23andMe results indicate they are 74% Irish. For our family, comprised of last names like Milligan, Keating and Keane, this is a celebration of a real heritage and history.

As I mentioned, though, I do think it’s important (and respectful) to learn who St. Patrick actually was along with the history of why this day exists. I believe that learning the history and avoiding these mistakes and faux pas is important but I also think that, just like any other holiday, North America has adopted its own way of celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.

Yeah, by drinking too much, singing too poorly, and vomiting on your neighbor’s dog.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day; an opportunity for those of Irish descent – and those faking Irish descent – to attend parades, eat nasty meals, and drink until they literally urinate themselves.

In case you have not picked up on the hints, I am not very fond of my Irish roots.

However, I am fond of redheads, Irish accents, Guinness beer, and redheads. Did I mention redheads?

If today is your holiday of choice, have a terrific time. That said, remember this is St. Patrick’s Day… on a Friday. The drunkards will be out in droves, so if you’re drinking, pick a designated driver.

If you are the designated driver, watch out for other drunken idiots on the highways and byways.


Erin Go Braghless!

Redhead Irish GirlToday is Saint Patrick’s Day; the one day of the year where everyone is Irish, and everyone is a lousy stinkin’ drunk. It’s the day my liver used to dread, but now sadly sits around bored all evening looking for something to do.

While I have some Irish roots – I’m one of a very select few (billion) Irish-Americans – I do my best to ignore them. I don’t have anything against people with Irish roots, but I just choose to divorce myself from mine. I’d party down on Our Mother of Sorrows Day, but Slovaks don’t really have a feast day in America. We’re deprived, but at least we don’t have to chow down on ham and cabbage.

Any hoo, enjoy your day, cheer of Notre Dame, and sign Danny Boy to your heart’s content. If you’re out and about tonight, and you have a few – dozen – adult beverages, please make sure someone is the designated driver.

There are other important events and milestones today – at least for me. They’re below the fold.

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