Eve reminded me of what a Hispanic co-worker is fond of saying:
he: “Do you have any Mexican in you?”
victim: “No.”
he: “Want some?”
P.S. His targets are both male and female, so it’s not a sexist thing. 
Yet another Harp here. One grandparent per side Irish immigrant, one per side Scots-Irish Kentucky hillbillies. Both the Kentucky families have been there for a couple of hundred years or so.
Catrandom
For me it is true Cherokee blood. I have seen the family heirlooms passed down from generations in a trunk in my Uncle’s attic I remember my grandmother telling us stories and playing with the headdress’ and the other stuff. When I was a child my grandmother used to have special names for all of us, and my mom explained to me they were Indian names. I wish my recall was better or that this was all in written format, but alas it is not.
I always get people asking me “really?” because I resemble my father’s side and have blonde hair and blue eyes and look very much like “Little Blue Boy” painting. My mother and my grandmother very much have the cherokee characteristics tho except for the blue eyes from their french side. Somewhere back in the gene pool there were a recessive gene… Genetics is a fascinating thing!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
TennH: Funny…I would throw it the other way 'round. Almost every one of my Af-Am friends claims to have a lick of the Lakota in their lineage (Ouch. Forgive my delight in alliteration).
For my part:
Mom’s side: Czech. Although they were Bohemian when the boat came over, late 1800s. Headed straight for the midwest and the middle class.
Pop’s side: Irish and German. Came over earlier, probably 1830-50…the Irish and the Germans were the first immigrants to be looked down upon by the earlier arrivals. The Micks weighed anchor in New York City, the Krauts in Philadelpia.
Uke
Polish
All four grandparents arrived from partitioned Poland in the 1860’s. My mother won’t hear any discussion implying that we’re not 100% centuries pure Polish, but my attempts at genealogical research lead me to believe that at least a couple of the surnames may have originated in other parts of central Europe. I’m from strong peasant stock - the kind where the women delivered babies out in the potato fields without missing so much as a single spud. On the other hand I thought I was toughing it out by using Lamaze (sp?) techniques when my kids were born!
Father: Second-generation Italian-American
Mother: 3/4 Welsh, 1/4 Dutch.
So I’m Italian-Welsh, more or less. That’s a weird combo. I get incredibly depressed, but I’m real loud about it.
JMCJ
“John C., it looks like you have blended in very nicely.”
-UncleBeer
Father’s side: English and German
Mother’s side: Unknown. Possible suspects and rumored ancestors: Injun, African, Dutch, Irish. I’m most reasonably sure about the African part, but everything else is up for grabs.
Maternal: Irish (Potato Famine), with a soupcon of Cherokee
Paternal: Mostly Italian, with a smattering of English and Dutch
And, OldBroad, if you ask me, Lamaze definitely qualifies as toughing it out! When I was pregnant with my son, I wanted to get the epidural line started in the middle of the ninth month, just in case.
Maternal: Norwegian and German
Paternal: Scotch-Irish and a legendary trace of Crows-foot Indian blood.
I would be delighted if the rumored Indian blood was actually African-American, because it would really annoy my bigoted grandfather. My mother has met a black person with our last name (which is an unusual spelling), so maybe it is true. Bringing that subject up would make for a much more exciting family gathering.
Maternal age 19: gave me up at 3 weeks
Paternal age 29: wanted to “take care of it”
That’s the problem with adoption (not to bring up a debate here) but we are the bastard children, we are the only people in the nation that our pasts are legally kept from us. We are the people that can be legally shamed because of how we came into this world. The sins of our fathers (and mothers) are the reason our history is kept from us, not that we adoptees matter or anything.
http://www.bastards.org
Mom: German, Irish
Dad: Irish, Scottish, Finnish
No excitement here. Just lots of beer and pickled herring.
Scottish, French, English, Irish, and Cherokee.
My Maternal grandma’s mother was 50% Cherokee and herfather was full-blooded. She (gramdma) was born on January 1, 1901, and grew up in a time when native American ancestry was not considered a boasting point. It was a deep, dark family secret until some time in the 1950s, when Grandma finally decided to tell Mom.
Mom was not very surprised, having met her grandparents during her childhood, but the subject was never broached prior to then.
–Baloo
As I’m sure everyone is sick of hearing, both of my parents were born in Latvia, although most Latvians have Finnish, German, Polish, Russian etc. blood mixed in there somewhere.
When I was in high school everyone claimed to be Bohemian. Riiiiight.
Formerly unknown as “Melanie”
Maternal grandparents were French (Jacques) and Danish (Larson). Don’t know about the paternal side (Richardson and ?).
Found grandpa on the Mormon genealogical website – still wondering how his info got there. It’s a neat service they offer, but it gives me just a touch of paranoia.
That Mormon geneological Web site is riddled with mistakes. I looked up some celebs and they have some highly inaccurate information; I suspect they’re only as good as their sources.
Mom’s family - Irish - County Cork - early 1900’s
Dad’s family - Irish - early 1900’s
Paternal: Irish, including so-called “Black Irish” and perhaps some Spaniard; also, I had a great-grandmother who was a Gypsy woman known only as Franchesca–not the best thing to be in ante-bellum Arkansas.
Maternal: English and Irish; and I’m another Caucasian claiming Cherokee ancestry somewhere, according to a tradition in my Mom’s family.
I went to high school with a girl who had something in common with actress-singer Julie London: fair coloring, but American Indian high cheekbones and forehead. (If she were to wear brown contact lenses, a black wig and suitable skin-toner, she could be easily mistaken for a “Native American”!) Both her parents, now deceased, had blue eyes.
Mom is Irish (Galway and Sligoh)
Dad is Italian (Naples and Lucca – as in Luca Brasi)
I’m third-generation American. So I’m American enough to be far removed from that icky Old-World mentality but still Italian enough to pronouce “fuhggeta-BOUT-it” correctly.
If I wanted smoke blown up my ass, I’d be at home with a pack of cigarettes and a short length of hose.
It’s a good thing you’d be at home doing that, Alphagene: I can’t imagine anyone daring to use cigarettes and a hose that way in public! 
“If you drive an automobile, please drive carefully–because I walk in my sleep.”–Victor Borge
Ah, Dougie, you just haven’t been to the kind of places that Alpha and I hang out in. What are you doing for New Year’s?
Livin’ on Tums, Vitamin E and Rogaine