The blessings of the Irish...

*Two days late!* Though I only have a wee bit of Irish blood in me, I looked up some Irish blessings and sayings for ye this day in remembrance of a man named Patrick.....*I can't speak with an Irish brogue, but I can pretend pretty well*

As an aside: we went camping with my friend, Anna's family once for a week and we spoke with different Celtic accents the whole time. Anna can do each accent, including Scottish, Irish, British and even Cockney very convincingly...I got an A for effort. It was one of those very sloshy, soggy, downpouringish camping trips we've made to Colorado....just to give you the big picture of why we found this so entertaining. =) The whole camping trip is memories of trying to stay dry *impossible when camping in tents*, trying to start fires with wet logs, and chipmunks invading everything! We took a lot of drives that trip too. It is a good thing we found something entertaining to do, because all the cold and wet was coupled with having a 2 year old I was trying to entertain and keep dry and warm. For some reason, the celtic accents kept our spirits up and our husbands in less hot water. ;) So here's to the Irish! *cheers*


~May the road rise to meet you;
May the wind be at your back;
The sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your field.
And until we meet some day, 'til we meet some day,
May God hold you in the palm of God's hand.~


~May those that love us, love us.
And they that don't love us, may God turn their hearts.
And they that won't turn their hearts,
May God turn their ankles, so we'll know them by their limping.~

~May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.~

~May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.~

~May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight!~


~~And some Irish proverbs~~

The work praises the man.

The world would not make a racehorse of a donkey.

There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave.

There is no fireside like your own fireside

There is no luck except where there is discipline.

There is no need like the lack of a friend.

Three diseases without shame: Love, itch and thirst. *?* lol

You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was. *for my Irish grandad who was only a smidge taller than me*