Just another maniac Monday
What a day and its only 2.45. When I make a mistake, I make sure to do it in style. There’s P1 documentation floating documentation, the words escalation and 24/7 support and we’re only half way through the day. Thankfully my headache is gone away, but the words going forward are still floating around. Its not the end of the world or as big a crises as the buisiness is acting but I suppose one must put things in perspective. Either way , not a great start to the week. After such a fab weekend. Lots of rugby and quality time. Catching up on movies as well, managed to get through Hairspray AND the second of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and halfway through the third one. I agree with people’s views the second one was overlong. I think the first one was enough. I still have the overwhelming urge to wallop Keira Knightly and I suspect this is a commen enough reaction. We joined the D4 crowd in Doheny and Nesbits on Saturday to cheer on Leinster. I should say Mammy2 cheered on Leinster, I asked questions and cheered when they scored like a good partner that I am. Whilst I slag off the D4 or ruggers crowd a lot, they are certainly an awfully polite bunch of people. There were 2 older gentlemen beside us who I decided were dads. They might not have been at all, but I am going through this phase. I think I would like to have a dad.
Just to clarify by dad/father/papa/male figurehead I don’t mean the miserable, child pimping, drunken, wife-raping excuse for a male that was involved in the creation of my good self. God know. I mean, a male figure, a positive male figure. I blame marks and spencers personally and I hold them responsible. I was in there a few weeks ago and had to exchange something to I went to the top floor. Having never been there I had a saunter around the area, perhaps it was the household section that nearly snared me, I am only a lesbian after all. But from the household section one has to go through the mens section. Lo and behold, there were dads everywhere, some looking at those jumpers, you know the ones that has dad written all over them. The ones they would never buy themselves but have to wear because it was a birthday/father’s day present from the child. I’m unsure what’s brought this sudden need on and I suppose I can’t really hold Marks responsible although I would like perhaps for them to provide me with a picture of a random dad which I could use to show people he does exist 
The males in my life have been few and far between. My uncles mostly. The one who lives down in the wilds of Westmeath next door to the brother, a really nice guy but not the sort of man I could have a sit down and chat with. The other uncle, the one who I did get close to for a while before I discovered the whole racist wife beating side of him. What a catch he was eh? He’s okay in small doses. The funniest thing is I feel closet to the aforementioned sperm-donor’s brother then anyone else. He’s just a dad. Himself and the wife waited for so long to have kids, eventually being told that they might never have them. Then volia out of the blue a baby boy. Another a few years later and he couldn’t be happier. I suppose seeing him with this family and thinking what might of been. Not that I sit around going “If only I had a papa” Why I suddenly sound like someone from Little House on the Prairie I don’t know. Its not a case of me missing out or thinking I am missing something from my life. I guess its more a case of me wanting to buy those sweaters with the diamonds for a dad. Granted, he’d be a badly dressed dad but still.
