Night of the Italians [And Everything Else] :O

Last night, Friday the thirteenth, was the night of the Italians. My friends and I sat in laughter as we watched everything Italian flash across the TV screen. The best part, of course, was that our one Italian friend wasn't there to take our jokes as he always does. So we got to make fun of him even more in his absence. :P

Anyway, this Italian fest spurred another conversation, one that we almost always come around to, being the mutt-like Americans that we are: nationalities. Yes, we actually discussed our nationalities. And, like always, I won the award for being most mutt-like.

It's actually kind of ridiculous. If you look to one side of my family, you'll find that I'm Italian, German, French, Scottish, and Irish. Strange combination.

But it gets weirder. Take a moment and glance at the other half of my family tree, and you'll find that I'm also Ukrainian/Austrian/Hungarian, Spanish, Native American, Dutch, and English, along with more French and German.

In short, my ancestors really got around. Gross.

I do enjoy, however, knowing where I came from. It gives me a sense of being, like I really do belong where I'm at. Makes me me, right?

Oh, and the whole descendent-of-royalty deal is pretty nice too. Something to brag about. Always wanted to be a princess...

Abbs is [full of herself, and] OUT.