Sisters night and arguments
Yesterday turned into a pants day. Mainly because myself and Rachel argued and I hate arguing. It was over stupid stuff as well. We had a discussion about it and we think it might be down to a few things, the main one being we need to get date night back. The average week just flows past. Home from work, chat about school, dinner, tv or the computer and bed and you get into a routine. A relationship requires work so we have decided to work at it more. The kid was not impressed
with having to flee to the room again. We never argue, we usually reach a point where I frown a lot and Mammy2 senses there’s something wrong! It sounds like I’m the one who’s always right but I wouldn’t say that.
Things were sorted, I headed to the shops to get munchies for sisters night and rent out a horror. There were 2 kids and when I say kids I mean kids, around 9 or 10 standing outside the Spar stopping people as they went in. When I got up to the entrance , they stopped me and asked if I would be buy them 20 player blue. I told them I wouldn’t. Thankfully I wasn’t stoned to death. Those kids can be rough sometimes. They just muttered something and moved onto the next
person. I wonder who would buy cigerattes for kids?
We rented out The Descent, it wasn’t scary as I thought although that could be more to do with the running commentary I got from herself then anything else. I think she feels if she talks over the film, its not as scary. And then she asks me what’s happening. Chances are I will be unable to recap because she’s been talking about school or D, the best mate or J the boyf. I love the way the night is titled sister’s night when it should actaully be titled Spoil the kid night. She gets munchies,
back scratchs, tickles and massages if she so wishes. I get 2 bottles of beer and various appendages stuck in my face whilst she talks about everything and anything and then says she thinks the film is shite. Or when it is scary, she grabs a hold of my arm so tightly, I lose feeling in it.
I suppose the film was a step from the usual tripe we rent. Shaky sets and actors who I’ve only ever seen in soup commercials.
She was up ’studying’ half the night, or so she tells me. I must have that ‘just born yesterday’ face.
Just out of a meeting, have I mentioned how I hate meetings. Just spent 60 minutes of my life in a room with people talking about stuff that doesn’t concern me. As I said to someone earlier, I did not spend 4 years in college studying programming so I could attend meetings all day. On the plus side, I got work to do.
Speaking of Mam yesterday, I met Mammy2 for a pint and a chat on the way home and in the pub guess what song came on. No guess? Jeebus, you’re no fun. The Eagles. Taking it easy. Yes, that song haunts us. Its the one we most associate with Mam being in the hospital. When she was coming near the end of her sojourn here on Earth with us mere mortals, the noise of all the machines
got a bit much so one of the lovely nurses who took care of her swtiched the radio on to her fav station, Country Fm106 and one of the times we went to sit with her, it was on. At the time, I thought it was so ironic, she couldn’t be taking it any easier, drugged to the eyeballs
and hooked up to every machine possible. I guess she was kicking back her heels at that stage in Heaven with Bob. Its strange, sometimes it makes me smile and sometimes I feel sad. I’ve got a dark sense of humour, it gets me by!
Have I mentioned that its not a good idea when I have too much time on my hands. Note to self, take up a hobby that involves being away from the PC for a while.
