Today is a good day, I can feel it in me bones as my mother used to say. The last few days have been all over the place. Sleep, work, stress, cry, work, sleep and more stress. Good times, good times.Yesterday was pants but it got better in the evening. I don’t know what’s up
Memorial
How was it that you were stolen from me?So soon you left me that I had no timeTo say goodbye. I needed you most but you left me,All I have left is your photograph andBroken memories with your warm smile,Your tender face so filled with beautyAnd motherly love.How is it that you were taken?Was earth
Today is a strange day. Its following the trend of yesterday with being slightly maniac. Somethings I think I have to many balls in the air, if you’ll pardon my french. I was on MSN to the kid yesterday trying to ask her how she got on at the Colleges thing in the RDS.She said
For the moment, that’s how I feel about sleep. Yesterday was an early morning and on top of that, using my brain as well as having to be in work for 6. Madness. A site had to go live before business hours, so we got it live, worked some quirks out of the system and
It would put the fear of god into you, having to chair one of these things. Espeically where Mammy2and the kid’s personalities are involved. They are sometimes so alike its scary. Although I wouldn’tdare say it to them. Friday was pants, I forgot my wallet and had to survive on a packet of crispsand a
