Partitions, insemintations and how to tell someone you’re lost in French
We are away for a weekend with 2 of our female friends in 2 weeks time and she wants us to leave her by herself. That’s going to happen alright. Aside from the fact that we’d be gone for a whole weekend, one can only imagine what that would involve now that she is seeing her boyf J. Who has managed to get a job now. She must be costing him a bit with buying credit and bus tickets up to Dublin to see her. She’s still mad about him so I’d give him another week or so. She might even hold on until christmas, you never know. So, yes the weekend, we mentioned we’d have to discuss it. She rolled her eyes. What’s new.
She declared that she was going to miss me yesterday. This comment was thrown out as she sat on the pc, chatting on MSN, texting someone and watching the telly. I wondered what exactly she’d miss. The fact that she’d have to make tea herself? I arrived home to find her sprawled on the couch in her ‘jamas, with Charmed or some other silly show on the telly. She said that she had washed up and had noodles for dinner. She’s convinced she’s not eating properly and then goes and cooks herself noodles. Whilst they are okay as dinners go, she hasn’t the patience to wait for us to come home and cook dinner. I suppose it is a step up from the tayto dinners she was having.
The best mate C was dropping over to the flat, I was having problems with my pc as I wanted Windows Xp Pro installed as it has IIS..I’ve lost you already haven’t I? Well, I needed it for work. He managed to parition the hard drive and install Pro on a differnt drive so now we have 2 OS. Tis fantastic. I can get back to doing some work from home now. We headed to Kelly and Ping for a bite to eat as it was friends night after all. Since leaving my last work place, which is where C works
still, we have managed to keep in touch a good bit. He acknowledged the fact that he is the worst for keeping in contact, so we’re doing very well. A nice curry in there and catching up on all the news. One sister bought a house, the brother got engaged and he had his nephew’s christening as well.
We arrived back into the apartment to find mister donor ensconced on the couch. Complete
with a new haircolor. It was supposed to be blonde I think he said, it looked more reddish. It does suit him though. If it happened to me there would be much hilarty and laughing. I kid you not. So C checked everything was alright with the pc and bade a hasty farewell. Once he had left, the slagging commenced. I made the mistake of asking the kid for a few french phrases to help me out if I get lost in Paris. She can be quite patronising when she wants. But she ran through what to say if I do let lost. Mammy2 was chortling away to herself with images of me standing in the middle of Paris uttering “Is mise gobshite!” Needless to say I was unimpressed with her mocking me. French phrases out of the way, it was down to the business of baby making. I must say the kid is becoming much more relaxed about the whole thing, well what else can she do god bless her.
Our man went and did his thing and then we went off and did ours. No big incidents to report. It all went according to plan. The kid sang loudly and then wolfed her way through a packet of jellies our man brought up with him. He knows how to win her over. Sweets. And lots of them. We were going to have 2 attempts this time just in case the ovaries were out for the night and missed the sperm paying them a visit. They can be right stroppy cows at times. I mean who goes out of a Monday night?
Our man had to get an early bus back down the country, so he was planning on getting the 7.15 bus. Lets just say we were looking at an early morning wake up call! However, because he didn’t get much sleep the previous night, he slept on and so at the more respectable time of 8ish, he headed off after leaving a ’surprise’ as he likes to refer to it as in the bathroom. I have to say the man is amazing. Barely out of bed and dressed and he has two women waiting on him! And he still manages it?! I was well impressed.
Of course of all mornings for this to take place, it had to be the morning there was a board meeting with the CEO and so I was needed in work for 9.30. At approx 8.35 I was still lying on the bed, with Mammy2 doing some cheerleading for the little swimmers. She thinks this helps. I haven’t the energy to tell her that ovaries don’t have ears. I got showered, dressed and packed in the space of 15 mins. Said my goodbyes and went to stand in the rain and wind for 30 minutes trying to get a taxi to work. Not happening. Transport in the city centre is pants.
Back to the apartment, stressed and drenched, Mammy2 dropped me out. Turns out the meeting was cancelled until 12. When I should be in the airport having shots to ready myself for the flight. To say that I am not a fan of flying us putting it mildy. Terrified is more like it. I have to think of things to occupy my mind whilst we are about to take off. Take off and landing are the worst. I can pretend I am anywhere else whilst we are in the air. Also, not having Mammy2 with me is a tad more stressful. I find squeezing her hand helps. I guess I shall just have to survive. Now what was that phrase for
I am lost again? Paris for 4 days, should be fun. If I survive. Air France have a great record, or so I’m told.
