Ahoy, me hearties!
Today is international talk like a pirate day. And I didn’t make that up. So ARRRGHHHH to ye all. Today is looking slightly better then yesterday, then again a day spent in pain is never good. Stupid being a female. The sooner I get pregnant the better. Of course for this to happen there needs to be certain elements in place. We’re hoping to make an appointment with the clinic for tests at the end of this month.Ideally if there’s nothing wrong, they might treat us which would be great. Then there’s just the case of raising the money to pay for said treatment. Anyhew, its a long way away and for the moment, I’ll get by on painkillers and general grumbling. I got most of my day job stuff done yesterday, generated a lot of interest in the table quiz I am organising and managed to get Drupal installed only to have it take over the temporary holding page I had in place for aPotato.com. Stupid thing. I told it not to, but obviously not in a language it could understand. Drupal doesn’t speak Westmeathian very well.
Mammy2 had to pick me up from work as I worked late and then was really weak and so didn’t think I could face bus/bus/luas trip home. Once home I headed to bed. The family love me, I’m spending so much time with them of late 
Today though I am feeling much better. I have physio tonight and then meeting up with the mate J. I haven’t seen her in over 3 weeks so there shall be lots of catching up to do. She’s back online well in an email capacity which is good. I’m an email person for communication.
The kid is at home again today. She is and I quote DYING of a bladder infection. I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bladder infection but as I’ve learned with her there is a first time for everything. Funny how the dying is tied in with the boyf being around. I can’t wait to have a talk tonight. Its been, oh, only 3 weeks since the last family meeting. I miss them. Like a hole in the head. You’d like to think once she reachs an age, such as 18 , one wouldn’t have to treat her like a kid anymore. She has her mature moments, but sadly, I have learned that being of a certain age and acting a certain way doesn’t always gaurentee maturity. There is a silver lining, I can still ground her. Or I like to think I can.
The mate C rang yesterday to re-schdedule our meeting up. I can’t say I am surprised. Once I heard the words just clear if with the gf I knew there wasn’t a chance I was going to see him. She must have gotten wind of that secret shrine I have to him in my bedroom. Women. However, he has said he will definetly meet up next week under the smokescreen of rugby. I can only assume he’s telling her he’s going out to watch the rugby with his mates. Me included. I don’t really care what he tells her as long as he’s allowed out to play. I wonder if I wrote her a letter telling her I had no interested whatsoever in him romantically or his sperm, just in case she believes all the stories that come from the likes of the Daily Mail. Lesbians target straight men, kidnap them for babies. Or something slightly more salacious.
