people like to celebrate their heritage in different ways. some people might go back through their lineage, find their family’s coat of arms and display it in the house. others might trace their ancestry back to their country of origin, and take a trip with their family to find any relatives, or roam over the stomping grounds of a great-great-great lost uncle, grandparent or ex-communicated patch of cousins.
me, i like to do things differently. i have my own ways.
for instance, a few years ago i discovered that i was mostly Czechoslovakian (if a pretty-much-mostly-mutt can be “most” of something). it appears my way of celebrating this heritage is by growing lots of hair where i don’t want it. wonky eyebrows that refuse to participate in beauty class, goofball stray hairs that seem to think i live in the arctic and need to protect one hair follicle on my cheek, or two follicles on my chin. (wtf?) and of course my legs think i need a built in pair of boots to keep me warm at all times. thanks, Czecks!
i seem to celebrate my Native American heritage by being poor and having a tendency to enjoy alcohol and pills too much.
i think we are part Irish, though i might be making that up, but just in case, i do love a good potato, so i have that duly covered. and in case there is any Romanian in me i do tarot readings, so i’m full of the celebration there as well.
all in all, i feel i’m representing my people groups as best i can.
Posted on December 1, 2011, in mess of life, ooops... and tagged alcohol, ancestry, Czechoslovakians, drinking, familly heritage, french fries, Native American, poverty, Romanian, sassy, snarky, Tarot. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.