MSN convos with the kid
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 she got a load of leaftlets, nearly got involved in a scrap and she’s found cheaper New Rocks. Very informative. New Rocks are those boots that begin at your knees and go all the way down and weigh a feckin ton. Expensive feckers. No more information was forthcoming. I asked her how she managed for food, she had left her lunch on the couch that morning. Par example, here was the MSN convo.
[16:22] Shelly: howya!
[16:23] Shelly: how was the RDS?
[16:23] The Kid: twas grand but I nearly got in a scrap haha! I got loadsa leaflets and stuff!
[16:23] Shelly: how did you nearly get in a scrap?
[16:24] The Kid: j got caught out bitchin about people again and she had said somethin really hurtful about a gal I’m friends with so I nearly had to drag aloada bitches out of a fight lmao
[16:24] Shelly: jeebus
[16:25] Shelly: you kids
[16:25] Shelly: crazzzzzzzzzee
[16:25] Shelly: you forgot your lunch
[16:25] Shelly: as well
[16:25] The Kid: oh and k said she’d sell me her new rocks for 50 which is well better, nah I brought the rest o me lunch
[16:25] Shelly: but R said you left the sandwiches?
[16:26] The Kid: yep I did, I ate the other schtuff
[16:26] Shelly: as in munchies
[16:26] Shelly: is it any wonder your tummy gets sick!
[16:26] Shelly: fecker
[16:26] Shelly: what was the point of me making lunch then?
[16:26] The Kid: for the craic like ;D nah I’m eatin them now
[16:27] Shelly: not at the computer???
[16:27] Shelly: 
[16:27] The Kid: SHUT UP!!! NEEEH!
The question is how was she eating the sandwiches and typing? What is she suddenly Inspector Gadget? Was she sitting at the table and managed to stretch all the way over. The arguments we have over that PC. Such fun. The sooner I get a laptop the better.
I got home to a huge pile of dishes in the kitchen, the curtains pulled in the living room and a teenager hunched over the computer. As part of her punishment, she has to wash up all this week. I asked her why it wasn’t done. She stopped typing for 5 minutes to glare at me “I HAVE homework and stuff to do you know, god” and went back to MSN. Obviously research into how social networking affects housework. The biatch. I went into the kitchen and banged everything around for a while and then calmed down. Banging dishes around is quite theraputic you know.
I tried again to ask her how her day went. Not much of a response. I mentioned that I needed to get on the PC to do a small bit of work before I went out. She had a hissy fit, because she NEEDS the pc to do her homework. I refrained from asking when MSN became homework. I cooked an omelette for dinner and rang the sister. Whilst chatting to her, one of my website people rang. I had to tell her that I would call her back. The kid likes to practically sit on my shoulder when I’m on the phone to the sister. She’s so subtle with her eavesdropping. I had a grand ould chat with K. We had a good rant about the brother who still hasn’t contributed to the kid’s college fund. He’s such a fecker.
She’s got her dutch exams tomorrow and Saturday. I’d say she’d fly through them. The web person rang back just as I was leaving so it was jacket off and back on the PC. I finally managed to get
out the door after 7.30 which is the time I was supposed to be meeting M. She used to work with me but gave it up and is studying drama and teaching part-time as well. She always has loads of things on so I was amazed she managed to squeeze in meeting me.
For some reason, seeing 2 women on their own chatting , according to 2 guys, means they want to be chatted up. We must have had that written all over us. Two scottish men. They chanced their arm, we were polite with our PFO. They got the message and left.
Lots more sleep but I still felt out of sorts this morning. I skipped the morning shift, Mammy2 took care of it. I fell back to asleep and had a weird dream about Mam. She was in the hospital in her hospital gown but she was smiling and talking. Except I couldn’t hear what she was saying. It was a bit freaky.
She’s always on my mind, just sometimes more then others I guess. Its her birthday tomorrow. She would have been 51. We were planning such a big bash for her 50th. Instead we left some lovely flowers on her grave. The kid is always going on about how Mam never liked us spending money on flowers. Mostly because the kid’s pocket money for this week goes on a bouquet of flowers.She’s a chancer.
Apparently, I’m coming out with more of Mam’s phrases these days. Most people hate turning into their mother. As I have often said, if I am even half the woman she was, I’ll be happy. She was amazing. We have a lot of her perfume still, the kid used to wear it all the time until last year when someone bought her fancy perfume. She still wears it the odd time. I decided to wear some today. The smell brings you right back. To when she’d be going out. She’d give you a hug and you’d smell like Tweed, smell like her. Its not being made any more by Yardley, we had to search the internet to get the kid some for christmas. We bought 3 bottles of it, just in case we can’t find it again.
I miss her.
