Slacking off on a Friday
Its been a mental week and I am beyond wrecked. On the plus side, no side of any exorcisms. She still appears to be relatively ‘normal’. I had work do last night so when I got home, the mate K was in the bathroom dying her hair and the bathroom a lovely shade of red. She might as well move in with us, she’s with us so often. Not that I mind, she’s a lovely girl and herself and the kid get on really well. They’re going to some wrestling event tonight so that means we have the place to ourselves again. Although in my current fragile condition, I reckon I will be mostly resting. Poor Mammy2 sprained her ankle again yesterday. She’s aways going over on it, she has weak ankles. Stop sniggering down the back , its true. So when I met her, she was hobbling along, complete with crutch. Its no wonder one of our friends call her HAL, or HopAlong. She was in a lot of pain last night, she was supposed to keep it elevated and couldn’t manage it. Nurse Shelly to the rescue. I felt guilty then for being peeved at her.
Because whilst nursing the sprain, she went and did the grocery shopping. I was peeved because the previous day
I had put forward a pitch for a really big site which I wanted to get, and I got it. I was so chuffed. Its the first time I have had to pitch or do up a tender and I had competition. For me it was a big thing. But I guess to the family it was just another website. I explained this to her and I guess perhaps its because I’m a Leo, I felt I was being taken for granted. I don’t expect applause every time I enter the apartment, * flicks mane *, I’m not that arrogant. I guess I just wanted more of big deal made of it. Its stupid I know, as I’ve said I can be quite the dramatic Leo when I want to be.
Paddies weekend is upon us and tomorrow should be fun. Although the one thing I hate about the big day is the level of drunkness exhibited by us. I mean, we usually head up town and its around 11.30 and people are hammered. At that hour? Its madness. Its a fun day and its great to be Irish but do we have to get off our heads on alcohol. Perhaps its my age showing. I’m hoping to catch some of the parade. Okay I lie. I’m heading up town to see if I can catch
a collective gathering of female guards, its around this time every year that they flock to the streets. In their lovely uniforms. Bless. The rugby is also on and the AIB Club Championships. There’s too much on, seriously. The poor mothers are going to be forgotten about. Mammy2’s mother has to wait a few weeks to celebrate Mother’s day because the sister wants to have the kids bday dinner on that day. Which I think is absolutely ridiculous espeically when you consider the kid’s bday was actually yesterday. She won’t celebrate it tomorrow because its Paddies day and the rugby so let’s take over Mother’s day. I’ll stop ranting now.
Its just bshit as far as I’m concerned. I am hoping, depending on how tired I am and if I am able to face it , to go visit Mam. Finally! Its taken me forever to be able to gather up the courage to go and see the grave, I guess I’m getting to an acceptence stage. Which I don’t like at all.
The kid is heading to Cavan with her blue haired friend. She nearly got into a fight during the week with an ex friend. Who’s a bit of a terrier. Thankfully she refrained from issuing any slaps. Herself and the mate K are all excited about going to Italy. We decided seeing as she’s 18 this year and she finishes school, we would have a family holiday abroad. However, due to my inability to fly any other airline except Aer Lingus, it is going to cost a bit more for flights
and accommodation. Trying to explain my fear of flying is a waste of time, as people either don’t understand or just point blank refuse to accept it. Its very strange. I guess its the whole I’m terrifed but I’ll fly Aer Lingus. I have to at least try and fly else Mammy2 will never see any of the world. It doesn’t get any easier but it has to be done. So we’re all off to Rome in August, I hope.
