“A best friend is like a four leaf-clover: hard to find and lucky to have.”

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Photo compliments of Gail Lalonde

Whether you’re Irish, part Irish, or like me an F.B.I. (Full-Blooded Italian) or an I.B.M. (Italian by Marriage…acronym could also be used for Irish by Marriage), it doesn’t matter, St. Patrick’s Day is fun to celebrate and green is such a pretty color.

What’s not to love? Emeralds, green icing, rapini (don’t judge, I love this vegetable), emeralds…sorry I already mentioned emeralds, but I love jewelry. Cute leprechauns and “Kiss Me I’m Irish” T-shirts, aprons, buttons…well, the list is endless with all the fun you could have on this day.

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Photo compliments of Gail Lalonde

I don’t have a drop of Irish blood in me, but I do love their heritage and Ireland is definitely on our milestone list to visit one day.

When I was five-years-old, I hadn’t learned the English language as of yet (so, when I make a grammatical mistake or make-up words, English was not my first language, it’s a great excuse)….anyway, our Kindergarten class practiced an Irish dance for weeks before St. Patrick’s day so we could perform in front of the school and all our families.

I remember wearing a cute costume, plaid skirt, white blouse with a black velvet vest with gold buttons and shiny black shoes with a silver buckle on them. I still love pretty clothes and shiny shoes. Some things should never change. At the end of the dance, we were each asked a question. I had no idea what I was asked, I smiled and recited the little English I did know and said, “Yes, thank you.” After I said this, everyone stood up and clapped, so I did what any five-year-old with a cute costume and shiny buckles on her shoes, knowing somehow this was a real good thing to have people cheering you on (especially since her siblings were in the audience and rivalry is at its all time high at that age) I kept repeating it and bobbing my curly head up and down and then doing a jig of my own—had to make good use of those black shiny shoes with the cool buckles.

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Photo compliments of Gail Lalonde

I think I’ve finally figured out why I like to give my hero’s some Irish heritage and Italian of course. I hadn’t realized I’d even done this until a reader pointed it out to me. The answer is quite simple, once I thought about it. Both cultures are similar. They love to eat, party and families are boisterous. They have cousins, second cousins, and perhaps people pretending to be cousins, uncles that come out of the attic and grandmothers whose cup runneth over with anything but tea  who come together for big family reunions. Of course nothing says Irish or Italian better than ending that gathering with a screaming match.

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Love this quote and how true. I am so fortunate to have connected with people who I consider to be best friends. They accept and love me, with all my quirks, mood swings and craziness. They, like my siblings (who even though like to yank my chain a LOT, I love them and consider myself blessed that I was born into this family), have mastered the fine art of teasing me, however, I have to admit, I do give them a hell of a lot of ammunition…not my fault…can’t come up with why it’s not my fault, but trust me, it really isn’t my fault. I can be a teeny, weeny bit gullible at times, so that could be part of it.

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Photo compliments of Gail Lalonde

Friends are the siblings God forgot to give us, and they are also a gift. I have three who are like sisters to me, and we also bicker like sisters. One of them has generously allowed me to use her photographs for this blog.

My friend Gail—who is Irish—traveled to Ireland and the pictures on this blog post are pictures she snapped during her travels. Thank you, Gail.

I haven’t assigned her Plucker status yet, but I’m working on it. I’ve already solicited my other friend Nancy to be my official Plucker. After some discussion, Nancy and I decided that we need a back-up, in case we were both out of commission and needed a standby Plucker.

Pat asked in her comments a few minutes ago, “What is a Plucker?” I should have explained. A Plucker is the person you trust to be your official Plucker. She will pluck stray chin hairs, shape your eyebrows and in summary, make sure you are groomed if (God forbid) you are ever in a position that you can’t do it for yourself.

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Photo compliments of Gail Lalonde

So, I’m sure you’re thinking how did I go from talking about St. Patrick’s day, my performance on stage (dancing a jig, not pole dancing, that’s for another blog 🙂 ) friendship and family to thinking about being plucked while in a coma?

If you’ve read this blog long enough you’ll know that my mind tends to wander during Yoga class…and well, that’s exactly what it did this morning during meditation, but I think this blog post is still pretty cohesive, don’t you?

Maybe I am getting better at meditating? Ohmmmm….Namaste….(Kidding, I couldn’t do any of those things this morning, I was mentally singing Adele’s Night Fall song).

(My husband who has read this blog before I uploaded it, had this comment: “Your mind wanders when you’re not in Yoga class as well, I think they need to know this.”)

Okay, I sometimes take his advice when posting a blog, and maybe he’s right…sort of…my mind does skip around at times, even when I’m not in the Calming Your Heart Pose (I think that’s what the instructor called it). So, there you go, I let you in on another secret. I sometimes skip from one subject to another, and this reminds me…when I first met my husband, my friend Gail had to translate what I was talking about a lot of the times. She could read my mind, probably still can, and now my husband has developed this skill. They both need to get out of my head, it can be scary for me at times.

My husband’s response when he read this part: “It’s a lot scarier for us to get inside your head.”

Don’t listen to him, my mind works in mysterious ways but it really is harmless to get inside it. 🙂

Okay, I think I’ve gone off the tracks again.

Back to St. Patrick’s Day:

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

To Friendship:

“My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let’s get to drinking!
All glasses off the table!”

To Happiness:

“May your heart be light and happy,
May your smile be big and wide,
And may your pockets always have ,
a coin or two inside!”

Stay tuned for Tasty Tuesday, where I share my mother-in-law’s recipe for Scones (that is, if I can decipher what she means about “adding a good teaspoon.”)

HAVE A SAFE DAY and a great kick-start to your week!

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18 thoughts on ““A best friend is like a four leaf-clover: hard to find and lucky to have.”

  1. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I’m 100% Irish and proud of it! I can just picture you in a little plaid skirt with dancing curls.
    I have no sisters, but I’m lucky to have a best friend who feels like one. I’m also so fortunate to have a daughter who truly “gets me”, and a FIL who does love me but calls me ” The dirty Irish Catholic”. It’s a joke between us I’ve loved Your friend’s pictures are beautiful. Ireland and Italy are my favorite places to travel. Looks like my comment sort of wandered off the tracks too!

    What’s a “plucker”?

    • Thanks for popping in, Pat. I want to go to Ireland, looks so lushily green (I know that’s not a word, but I do like to make adverbs up at times).

      A plucker. A friend who will pluck stray chin hairs, and make sure you are well groomed, in case you are in a state where you can’t do that yourself. 🙂

  2. Hey Selena! I just texted that quote about friends to my best friend this morning! I too am an FBI as you know, but am celebrating big today because hey, it’s fun! And how horrible life would be without a little fun =). Have a great day =)

  3. Love this! So true! I am Irish – something my Dad was so proud of! I too jump subjects and have friends that are the siblings God forgot to give me – and she and I can have perfect conversations without speaking a word!

    • That’s why we need a team of Pluckers and lots of back-up plans. I know, when one is 99 and not coherent, one may not care…and I probably won’t care as I intend to be as eccentric as I can be…however, stray hairs are NEVER acceptable. LOL

  4. Your post has reminded me it has been too long since I have done yoga. My mind, like yours, skips around – *sings* does the hokey pokey and turns itself around, that’s what it’s all about! Lol. Sorry, couldn’t resist. I love Adele too. Part of the reason I love your writing is because of the boisterous family factor. It makes me smile reading about it. I read what you meant about “plucker”, but what I immediatley pictured was a beady eyed chicken running through dirt. Lol. When I hear “pluck” I associate it with chicken. Can you tell I’m a Southern girl? 😉

    ~Laurie Kozlowski

    • LOL Laurie. Yes, I could see where you would get a naked chicken running around when you saw plucker. Someone else I must tell my official Plucker, if I get to the point where I’m running around naked, then she needs to rope me in. LOL

      Thanks for stopping by and and for the nice compliment about my writing, really lifts my writer’s heart.

      Your mind wanders because you’re a writer as well, and that’s what we do best…hop, skip, jump all over the place. It’s what we do best. 🙂

  5. I love this post Selena, my best friend I have known sence I was 10 she is diffenty my plucker lol. I am also glad to call you friend to Happy St. Patrick’s day. 🙂

  6. Love this post and all the great pictures. I wish I could lay claim to a unique heritage like you, but I’m just a European mutt. I have a little Irish but a little of everything else. Apparently, my ancestors were tramps. I love your quotes on family and friends and these holiday remind us what is important. I think a wandering mind is the most creative and you’re getting a workout besides. 😉

    • Thanks, Heidi!

      Hey, being a European mutt is cool. A little of that, and a little of this…makes for an interesting person, which you are of course.

      Like the way you think. Workout and wandering mind, it’s all good. 🙂

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