So I Guess I'm Irish?

Well, I don't know. I've only been able to study the maternal side of my family, which is Prussian. But the other day at work I took some gibing from the guys because I didn't realize I might have Irish blood in me. 'My goodness, just look at ya' one of them said. Red hair. Pale skin. Yada Yada Yada. So I did a little research and found out that red hair does originate in northern tribes from the ancient Picts (the modern Scotts) who peopled Ireland. This tribe of people, pagan of course, lived north of Hadrian's wall and were constant harrrassers of the empire. They shared their women, stormed into war naked, and lived in tribes. Believe me, this does not sound like me in the slightest. I use lip balm and hand lotion in the winter for moisturizers for heaven's sakes. I'm completely domesticated to the point I'd rather sit home and read a good book than go out and party with the local savages. The closest I'll ever get to marauding is when I mow down weeds this summer with my weedeater. But I'm going to have to research this a little further. Perhaps my dad's side of the family will turn something up.