Not that I hate my hairitage-I love my culteral backround-but it isn't a good mix. I'm german on both sides, italin on my dad's, and a mesh of europeon on my mom's, that most prominent (next to the german) scotch-irish. So, basicly I'm 50% german, 25% italin, and 25% scotch-irish. That explains my bad temper. Uhhh hello world war 2? Haven't you of the soprano's? Last time I checked, they were italin. And red heads are known to have a bad temper for a reason.
Oohh and my bad luck. The Irish had REALLY BAD luck. I could tell you the story of the whole sha-bang, but a) I think you don't want a history lesson, and b) i'm saving it for st. patricks day.
Man, you would think I would get something out of it. But no, I don't get the pretty blonde hair most of my mom's family has, or the blue or green eyes my mom and sisters' have. Or the pretty raven hair that my cousins have. But most of all, I wish I had the curly red a lot of my family in the mid-west have. All I got from it is pale skin that tans well in the summer. That's nice and all, but I still wish I had red hair. Oh well, I can do is hope one my kid have hed hair. Or I could dye it, but say maybe in the summer. Summer! Summer! Summer!
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