Monday, March 17, 2014

Why Irish I was Irish...

I love me some Irish!
Here's why.

Them fightin’ Irish ...

·       throw parties for no reason.

·       will celebrate anything and always in excess.

·       there is never too much of a good thing.

·       hold grudges with the best of them.

·       like a good fight and some name callin’!

·       spend money like they have it.

·       throw caution to the wind

·       ask forgiveness not permission

I ask you, what’s not to love??

irish wisdom never ends-

1. If you want praise, die. If you want blame, marry.

2. It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose.

3. You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your father was.

4. May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.

5. May you live to be 100 years, with one extra year to repent.

6. There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

7. If one could only teach the English how to speak, and the Irish how to listen, society would be quite civilized.

8. Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the Bible says love thy enemy.

9.   St. Patrick's Day is our big holiday. The night before we'd hang-up our stockings and in the morning they'd be full of beer.

10.  There are many good reasons for drinking, one has just entered my head. If a man doesn't drink when he's living, how in the hell can know when he's dead?

11.  God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.

12.  The Irish ignore anything they can't drink or punch.

13.  The secret of our long marriage? We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.

14.   I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame it on you.

15. Irish Alzheimer's: you forget everything except the grudges.

irish treats & gifts-

Bless their Irish hearts...

Say those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

But the greatest love –
the love above all loves,
Even greater than that of a mother...
Is the tender, passionate, undying love,
Of one beer drunken slob for another.

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