And Polish, but we're not discussing that today.
I love my heritage. The good and the bad. Yes, it's frustrating trying to get my name spelled properly with the apostrophe; I can't tell you how many times I seriously need to explain that the O stands for O'Regan, not Olivia or Odessa or Ophelia or Oprah or OhmygodIwillkickyouinthetibia.
And I will MAKE IT HURT!
I spent a good deal of my time volunteering at the Irish American Heritage Center when I was still in Chicago. For any of you readers/followers who live in Chicago or the surrounding area, you must visit this wonderful place! It's right off the Blue Line and I-94 right where it splits at the Kennedy and Edens, so you have no excuse as it's convenient as hell. There's events every day, every weekend, and coming up is the annual Irish Fest that's in July. So go there. Now. Like, right now. Chances are the bar's open. And the food is flippin' awesome. Because potatoes.
Awesome side note having nothing to do with the letter I:
The day that I wrote this blog post, April 1st, Adam and I officially are engaged! Just a glorious life event I felt should be shared. Nope, not an April Fool's.