Tomorrow we leave for Ireland, homeland to my mother's side of the family (O'riordan). Though, we fly into Belfast and will be staying in the north at Downings Bay - the fam is from the southwest in County Kerry. I have been preparing my rain-gear, and my liver. It is going to be a long drinking weekend with our friends up there.
It makes me think about heritage and all. I feel like I look so different from the women here, I am not what you would call an "English Rose" with the blonde hair and practically transparent skin. There are a lot of those walking around London.
I guess I never realized how many muts there are in the U.S. When you ask someone where their family is from in the U.S., generally you'll get a mishmash of German/Irish/Polish/Indian/Japanese/Armenian - whatever. Over here, you get a weird look because they are all from where ever their accent happens to be from (England, Ireland, Germany). I find it quite interesting.
I know my fathers side of the family is mostly norther German, hence the hard to say/spell "Glaser" (so you'd think with the Irish and German - I could drink like a fish, but no). Dave is Welsh/English/Norwegian/French - super mut. We will have to make some pilgrimages to those areas too, in the summer of course......
In other news, I just booked a trip on the chunnel to Paris in October. Hells yeah! I know, we have been there before - but come on, it's Paris.
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You guys are our second favorite mutts. Right behind Jada the rodent hunter.
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