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Full of Blarney, Yo.
My Miss Shamrock dreams may have already shattered. When I did a Google search for Miss Shamrock, it returned the form I linked to earlier and which I submitted tonight. But then, when I went to the St. Patrick's Association website and clicked on the Miss Shamrock link, I got this message: "Sorry...We are no longer accepting applications at this time for Miss Shamrock as we have already met our quota for this year." Harrumph!
Ah well, at least someone may possibly get a kick out of some of my application answers:
What connection do you and your family have to Ireland?
My father's side of the family is from County Clare. I am darn near 100% Irish, except for a wee bit from Luxembourg on my mother's side which my father likes to tease her about. My brother lived in Galway for a year in 1999, and I spent two weeks there with my parents visiting him and driving around the country. And last year I kissed a boy from Belfast. That must count for something. I am the oldest of 26 grandchildren on my mother's side alone, which proves that we are Irish Catholic. If all that's not enough, I spend an awful lot of time at Kieran's Irish Pub.
So, we'll see what happens. Maybe they'll be so blinded by my wit that they'll let me in. Har.
In other news, speak of the devil: I was at Kieran's this very night. Stu and Shannon (fellow SASE board members) asked me to join their pub quiz team. Seems they need someone under 40 to help them with questions such as "What song is this lyric from: 'I like 'em round and big.'" NO LIE. Turns out at the last quiz they got stumped by a Baby Got Back question. What is it with me and that song? We're inextricably entwined.
I pulled my weight tonight, helping my team score 9 out of 10 on the music round. But in the end, we ended up being middle-of-the-road, and I think I might have offended my new team by suggesting that I might start my own team for the next pub quiz. I just know that if I got the tribe down there we'd kick some major ass. And we already have a team name. The Tribe. whee.
Lastly, the pub quiz is run by what must be the most adorable Irishman ever. Married, of course, but I did enjoy his gobshite-and-bollocks sprinkled banter. Ah, the Irish accent. Can't be beat.
Posted January 30, 2003 12:17 AM | On This Day: 2005
Damn straight Meggie. I'd get all the quesitons on electro ejaculation and the corresponding hazardous waste.
Posted by: Bec on Thu Jan 30, 2003 | ReplyTher's always next year and Miss Dairy Queen.
Posted by: Swivel Jaw on Thu Jan 30, 2003 | ReplyMy great-grandmother was from County Clare though most of her family was from County Roscommon to the north. But she married a Norweeeeegian so she only had two children. She used to give herself bloody noses when she thought she was carrying around too much blood in her body and she would visit Sault St. Marie (or something like that) every spring because her name was Marie and she thought that it was just the proper thing to do. Those wacky immigrants!
Posted by: Natalie on Thu Jan 30, 2003 | Replyso... let me get this straight... you DID fill out the form and submit it before it went away? Because if so, I think you're definitely in the running... I mean, I hope you remembered to mention you have a website called IRISH-girl.com. That ought to put you above half the contestants right there.
Does anyone else feel a little frightened of that animated shamrock-with-a-face on the St. Patrick's Association homepage?
Posted by: grid on Thu Jan 30, 2003 | ReplyI filled out the form, but I went to the form straight from Google. And it had already been unlinked from their site when I filled it out.
Try to keep up, dude.
;)
Posted by: irish-girl on Thu Jan 30, 2003 | ReplyLimmericks I tell you ..Pepper them with Limmericks..They will HAVE to let you in...
There once was a young Irish lass,
who's blarny-filled blog was a gas.
Her writing's a showin,
There's Beckett blood flowin,
From her head to her wee bonnie ass.