While I spend a fair amount of time celebrating my French heritage, the truth of the matter is that I'm more Irish than I am French, despite my name. No, I don't mean just on St. Paddy's Day. ;)
My father was half French (his father) and half Irish (his mother).
My mother was a British Isles mongrel...part English, Scottish, and Irish.
So there ya have it...more Irish than French, but if ya didn't read it here you'd a never known.
May you have the luck of the Irish and find your own personal pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The Mouse on the Barroom Floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the goddamn cat!'
An Irishman's Philosophy In life, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,
But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,
But if you die, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.
And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends
You won’t have time to worry!