I couldn’t have said it better myself…
The sister in response to a comment I made about mother’s day and I quote:
Oh and f**k Mother’s day is all I have to say, you can’t go onto any website without that shite jumping out at you, make you sick the lot of them!
This is why we are related! Classic! The weekend was all about rugby and the eurovision. People are in a real flap over Dustin winning Eurosong and going on to represent us in Serbia. I mean, there are bigger issues out there? I think it can do no harm. I wasn’t able to watch it to see what the other contestents were like as we had a rugby saturday. But I got updates from various mates who felt the need to tell me how our feathered friend was doing.
After Ireland giving Scotland a good walloping, we stayed on to watch England beat France. We got asked a number of times why we were cheering for England. People were confused. Thankfully the obnoxious guys behind us
left for that match. I mean, just because we’re a bunch of women watching the rugby, you automatically think its for the looks. Whilst yes, I admit having a fondness for their shoulders, I also appreciate the sport. So when Paul O’Connell was lining up to come on, our table went mad! He’s an excellent player and its been sad to see him on the sidelines. Of course macgobsite behind us, when the girls had calmed down shouted “Oh Paul, you’re only gorgeus” 7 angry heads turned and glared at him. Not that he cared. So when he started shouting and cheering for Wallace, one of our gang turned and shouted to him “Isn’t he only gorgeus”. It was a great day though. Caught up with a good few peeps we hadn’t seen in a while.
Mammy2 decided to go to the gym yesterday as she had been putting if off and so hobbled to meet me in Fresh to do the shopping. The poor thing was in bits. Not too much in bits though to finally make it to Gamestop where she was chatted up by some lesbian who worked there. Some women eh? I mean she was wearing a wedding ring. Anyhew, eventually Mammy2 replied something along the lines of the wii taking over her life and her partner not being too impressed so yer wan backed down. I tried my best not to look like the green eyed monster whilst I listened to her re-telling her story and my voice reaching a pitch only the dogs could hear. She wondered why my head was slanted at such an angle and there was steam coming from my nostrils. Jealous? Me? As if.
This week will be mostly work, and more work. I had to sell my tickets to Tegan and Sara, I think the body would be more appreciative of an early night on Wed before the hycosy rather then head banging and dancing the night away with a bunch of laserbeams. So it will be possibly training and a bath and bed. The sister and her man are arriving home on Friday for the weekend. Its excellent timing as mother’s day is on the Sunday. I must ring the kid and see will she come and have lunch with us. Then we can spend the evening together. I was chatting about how I expected her to buy me dinner, after all I was her surrogate mother/big sister and one of the girls out on Sat night to watch the rugby told a story of her mother and food. She’s a big sporty head and her mother came to one of the matches and as she was running past the mother on the pitch, the mother roared at her:
“Ah would you run faster, sure what do I be feeding you for?” She said she didn’t talk food with her mother after that.
Speaking of the kid, no news from her. Apart from a txt asking us to collect her pills. I wonder when this will stop? When she’s 64. Today is the first day of her course, the first proper non induction day so I hope she gets on okay. And doesn’t start feeling ’sick’ I’ve never known someone with so many illnesses. That I’ve never heard of.
