Happy Saint Patricks Day

I grew up with the name Stuebing but was always told by my Dad that I was 90% Irish. So this blog is in honer of my Dad, who always celebrated this holiday in a special way. This man who I felt honored and important to be included in a toast of green beer. A man with a very loud voice ( ask B.C. I inherited it) that could have the attention and respect of an entire troop of men but at the same time knew how to tie the bows on my sisters and my dress so as not to hurt our backs. I was the fifth girl who if I was a boy they would name me Michael Owen so I could sign my name Michael O' Stuebing. They named me Michele and still had a Mikie. He could tell the best bedtime stories, and never did I see him pass a baby with out holding them. He was a man's man who new his soft side. Happy Saint Patrick's Day.