In honor of "my people", I need to give a shout out to this most irrelevant of days.

I'm not sure when it started... a year or so ago, I think... Nunzio and I were in Boston visiting my family and while we were out walking, we passed a statue (one of many) in tribute to the Irish immigrants of Boston. As it so happens, I am half Irish (also half Scottish, with a few other random heritages mixed in). I decided from that moment on to speak frequently (and sometimes embarrassingly loudly) of "my people."

Now whenever we're in Boston, we always go to Kinsale's, a great local Irish pub, for a meal. Though somehow, we always end up ordering the "traditional" nachos. And I sing great praises of the potato, a wonderful invention, really.

I'm not a trained psychologist (though I did major in Psychology as an undergrad), but I think this strange behavior is a direct result of who my husband is. Nunzio is the son of an Italian immigrant and a Dominican immigrant. Family gatherings include a lot of great ethnic foods and hints of fabulous cultural traditions. And I'm left being Whitey McFreckles who sits at their table watching in great fascination and with much envy.

So, I've embraced my roots, donned a green shirt and plan to buy some Guinness before the day is done. And, oh yes, I'm a definite supporter of Carly Smithson on American Idol.

Now... on a more relevant note, Nunzio and I are doing a podcast tonight for Word Balloon. Not 100% sure when it will be available for download, but we'll keep you posted.

Anyway, I wish you all a hearty St. Patrick's Day!