So I went online to see how much Irish runs in my family in the spirit of St. Patrick’s day and was surprised to see we have more than I thought we did.  Here is the breakdown up through my grandparents and including Todd’s Mother and Grandmother as info for my kids in the future when they want to know what kind of mutts they are:

Scanlon
(My Married Name/Todd’s Last Name)
Irish: reduced Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Scannláin, ‘descendant of Scannlán’, a personal name formed from a diminutive of Scannal

Sisley
(My Maiden Name/My Dad’s Last Name/My Paternal Grandfather’s Last Name)
English: from the medieval female personal name Sisley, Cecilie (Latin Caecilia, feminine form of the Roman family name Caecilius, originally a derivative of caecus ‘blind’). This was the name of a Roman virgin martyr of the 2nd or 3rd century, who came to be regarded as the patron saint of music.

McVoy
(My Paternal Grandmother’s Maiden Name)
Irish: Anglicized form of Gaelic Mac Bhuidhe ‘son of the yellow-haired man’ (from buidhe ‘yellow’), or Mac Fhíodhbhuidhe ‘son of the woodcutter’ (see McEvoy).

Wallace
(My Mother’s Maiden Name/My Maternal Grandfather’s Last Name)
Northern Irish and Scottish: from Anglo-Norman French waleis ‘Welsh’ (from a Germanic cognate of Old English wealth ‘foreign’), hence an ethnic name for a Welsh speaker. In some cases this clearly denoted an incomer to Scotland from Wales or the Welsh Marches, but it may also have denoted a Welsh-speaking Scot: in western Scotland around Glasgow, the Welsh-speaking Strathclyde Britons survived well into the Middle Ages.

Snyder
(My Maternal Grandmother’s Maiden Name)
Dutch: occupational name for a tailor, from an agent derivative of Middle Dutch sniden ‘to cut’.

Dean
(Todd’s Mother’s Maiden Name)
Irish: Occupational name for the servant of a dean or nickname for someone thought to resemble a dean, variant of Deane.

Teabeau
(Todd’s Maternal Grandmother’s Maiden Name)
French: variant of Thibault, from the Old French personal name Teobaud, Tibaut.

Sporadic email from my mom this morning:

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My sister and I have this long running inside joke that makes us laugh like hyenas every time there is ice on the ground.  When we were younger and it would snow/sleet, we could ALWAYS expect a call from our mother warning us about Black Ice.  And when she felt like we were not taking her warning seriously enough, she would break out into statistics and end it by letting us know “It is the Silent Killer you know!!!” - it was at that point that we would break out laughing, and say “Okay Okay MOM!” then hang up and immediately race to see who could call who first and in a hushed serial killer type voice say “The Silent Killer is going to get you!!!!!!”  We would both break out laughing and say - “DAMN, I was going to try and get you first - did Mom call you too?”

We still do this.  So imagine my delight when I looked out this morning and saw the roads all iced over.  I could not wait to get out and take a photo to text to my sister with the caption “Silent Killer is on the prowl in VA this morning!!!”  Her response: “LOL - I was just telling someone yesterday about the warnings I get when The Silent Killer is out ”

I miss my sister.