Happy St. Paddy's Day everybody. Rather than give you a couple of generic pictures from Google images and a random leprechaun graphic I thought I'd post a couple of pictures from our family trip to Ireland three years ago. It's an amazingly beautiful place and I was ready to go back the day we left.
The Cliffs of Moher (taken fresh off the plane in Shannon after a trans-Atlantic flight with no sleep and jumping into a car with the controls on the wrong side)
Real Irish shamrocks growing outside the County Cork cottage (how's that for alliteration?) where we stayed for a week.
Mizen Head, the Southern-most point in Ireland
Cemetery where I found my Great-great-great-great grandfather. Very cool and very eerie.
Me kissing the Blarney Stone (yeah, imagine that).
And of course, St. Patrick's day wouldn't be complete without an Irish joke or two.
Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady's after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears.
He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?"
She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night."
The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, did he have any last requests?"
She says, "That he did, Father..."
The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary?" She says, "He said, 'Please Mary, put down that damn gun!'
One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints, and were stuck in the thick head.
The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust.
The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer, and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened.
The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer, and started yelling, "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!!"
Sláinte!
