I was glad to see that the blog topic was something Irish because that's a topic that is pretty close to me. My dad was adopted from Ireland when he was two years old. My family's true last name is "Leonard". That doesn't sound very Irish, I know, but it's one of the oldest Irish family names. It means "lion-bold" which I thought was pretty neat. "Brost" is my dad's adopted last name. It's German, but I'm not German at all. I am 100% Irish and as you maybe can tell, I'm more proud of that than anything. St. Patrick's Day is my favorite holiday because I grew up as part of the Peoria Irish community and I just love the amazing people. They have such fascinating stories about their families. I've walked in the parade since I was a toddler and I always enjoyed it because all the older Irish generation would see me and call me things like "Wild Irish Rose" which made me feel special. It's a really close "family" there. I love Irish music and have many of the old traditonal songs on my ipod, but also newer music like "Flogging Molly". The food is amazing as well. My best friend, Caroline Toner, is also like 100% Irish. She's the stereotypical Irish with the red hair and the blue eyes, while I'm "dark Irish" like my dad. Carrie and I joke that we're racist against anyone who's not Irish...we're joking, of course, but we are both incredibly proud of our heritage. I met my dad's family two years ago in a little town of Tullamore in County Tipperary, I believe. It was amazing to learn about them and get to know them. My dad's real mom and dad have since died, but there was a sister still. It was all very interesting because apparently, my dad was born of a "scandal" between his dad and mom, which was the talk of the little town for years. It was like a soap opera. For this reason, the older generation of the town was resentful of us at first and standoffish. Finally, they came around when they realized that all me and my family wanted was to meet them and learn about our history, not to bring up bad memories or demand some sort of inheiritance. It was an amazing trip and I learned many things, like that one of my ancestors was the King of Connaught, a rugged and wild and to the west of Ireland. I was amazed by my family history. I am more proud of being Irish than I am of ANYTHING and I am excited for St. Patrick's Day to come.