How I miss thee, let me count the ways
Yes, of course its Taaaaaaaayto I am referring to. And why do I miss them? Well, because its been well over 2 weeks since my last packet. Do I sound like I have a problem, you’re damn right I do. Its because I have no tayto. I have decided to be supportive of Mammy2’s new healthy outlook. This involves her being healthy and be trying to be. Hence the no tayto, the brown bread for lunch, and the vegetarian stir fries that I am getting used to it has to be said. The conservative palette has broadened. But still there is nothing tastier then a taaayto sandwich, on fresh brennan’s bread and a glass of milk. As opposed to dry brown pumpkin seed infused bread and milk. See it doesn’t even have the same ring to it. Whilst I am ranting, what’s with bus drivers and numbers on the BACKs of buses? Is this to show you what you’ve just missed? Look, there’s your bus, waaay up at the traffic lights, I wouldn’t bother running for it if I were you, you’ll never get there. So I stand at the bus stop and wait for the next one, whilst cursing the person who decided it would be a deadly idea to taught us with numbers. I think I had a rant before, actually I’m pretty sure I had so I won’t go on about it. Whilst standing at the bus stop, I watch the Luas go past. It got me wondering. The Luases all start and finish at Lower Abbey Street. However and this one has me stumped, but its not difficult in fairness to stump me, but where do they go after that? They can’t go to Connelly, as their house is undergoing
refurbishments. And there’s no sign of a queue of Luases just waiting to pick up passengers? Does a big hand reach out from the VHI buildings and pluck them up much like a boy and his model train and then plonk it on the other track. I do believe this requires more research, ie checking the tracks and evidence of big hands coming from buildings. I will get back to you on this one.
I think over work and lack of sleep is beginning to kick in. Perhaps I was always like this and not really aware. Who knows. Last night I was dreaming about getting a discount off my trailers and not getting free shipping. You know it made perfect sense in my head. I have two big coding issues at the moment, for two seperate projects, its been great fun trying to switch off from one and on for the other. I am making progress though. Just about. Of course my work commitment has never been in question, just of late I’ve been a tad disillusioned. Then along comes my review with my lovely boss. For the first time I gave feedback of a not positive variety. It was quite difficult but it went okay and my comments were taken on board. I also got a very good review with a postive reflection in the wages so I left the office a happy camper. It looks like my future is here for the moment and I’m happy
with that. The work is challenging and interesting and I get to play the odd time. Although I have been thinking of out-sourcing the blog. Little techy joke there, did you like ?
Poor Mammy2 is in bed dying of a head cold. If she doesn’t look after these, and lets face it we’re talking from expierence here, it turns into bronchitis. I was asking her which funeral home she favoured as I left the apartment this morning. What?! There’s nothing like shaking her up to reality, she can be quite stubborn and was entertaining notions of heading into work whilst coughing her lungs up. Which would be foolish and she’d end up out of work for a week. She’s getting on really well, kept veyr busy and is starting to understand the techy jokes. She even emailed me last week commenting on how Dilbert is funny. Its scary. Her team all seem dead sound, they were out for dinner last week, all paid for by the company. She’s still adjusting to the corporate world. One of her workmates looks like Angelina Jolie without the lips. Funnily enough I’m not jealous. I’ll wait until I see her first 
No word from the kid since last week’s sister’s night. We did something completely retro, wait for it, we headed to the DVD store. I know, I was shocked myself. Of course, they saw us coming and suddenly there was a shelf with a sticker half peeling off, obviously only having been stuck on five minutes previously. proclaiming all dvds to be Horror. Horror is right, in so much as complete drivel. We settled on a tartan asian one called Bangkok something or other. During the movie we got into a discussion about geography, you can see how fascinating the movie was can’t you? At around 35 minutes, we were both tired of waiting for the plot to develop and of reading subtitles, so we took it out and loaded up the classically title ‘Prom Night’. A laugh a minute. Girl sees entire family killed on junior prom night, now lives with lovely aunt and uncle who always stand at the door of her bedroom and gaze lovingly at her. I was beginning to think they were joined at the hip, as any scence involves them standing, husband with the arm around wife and smiling. Like maniacs. Cut to senior prom, this was news to me, I thought there was just prom. End of story. Cut to police station and whizened cop. Rookie comes in all chat with a pic under is arm of some serial killer whe’s on the loose. Oh no, we cry, it couldn’t possibly be HIM, HIM who killed her entire family on the night of junior prom and left her to live with her lovely aunt and uncle? His title is somewhat shorter in the credits. Of course its him. Cut to THE prom night of Insert Random School Name here. Its a packed dance floor of the ’stars’ and about 12 extras going wild for the music. The lovely boyfriend and his best mate have booked a suite. As they check in HIM, HIM who killed her entire family on the night of junior prom and left her to live with her lovely aunt and uncle, checks into the hotel. Funnily enough under a pseuodym. There follows
lots of fun and frolics as people disppear to the suite to fix hair, propose, get killed, your usual horror list of antics. Enjoyable stuff. The kid has warned me we need a good horror next, I’m running out of ideas. Not since the grand new hair dos of A Tale of Two sisters have we been able to find anything remotely scary. We shall continue our quest though.
On Saturday, we’re heading over to Holland to catch up with the sister. I can’t wait, we’re heading over for a whole week. Lots of relaxing and time with the family. K has been going on about how warm it is over here. As in beachball and cocktails, I know she’s exaggerating. Now I know the irish weather and I know we don’t expect much, but seriously this morning I was eyeing up my scarf. SCARF? When did the sudden drop in temperature become a plummet? Did God drop the thermometer whilst he was bathing and how we are all payin for it? Its mental. I have a jumper on. You heard it here first
ladies and gentlemen, summer is no more. The evenings are going back, the temperature is dropping and dare I say it 112 days to christmas 
