Soul Searching
Not the James Brown type of soul searching either. The kind of taking a long look at a situation and deciding from there what to do. With the risk of Mammy2 losing her job I was looking around for something new. Something that was a bit more of a challenge and paid a bit more. The market is good at the moment within the IT world. However there is one major factor which had crossed my mind and I didn’t dwell on until I actually got a call from an agency to have a chat about what I was looking for etc.
Clinics and babies oh my. I am lucky enough to be in the situation at the moment with my current job to be able to take off the time I need to take a trip to the clinic at short notice. I have flexiable time. And so on. Moving would not only throw a spanner in the works but also the potential headache you’d have if you were to start somewhere new and if you were on probation, whilst they offically shouldn’t be allowed, they could make you redundent. After all, they have just hired you and now you are off on maternity leave. As I’m not at all career driven its not a big issue at all. The only thing which is niggling at my head is that it looks like less and less work coming our way and if we move to a new location, internet access would be severly restricted. Which means forget about keeping the brain active. I wonder would they object if I sat reading books all day 
Last night we re-watched I Can’t think straight. I think I have been yacking on about these movies for a while now. Mammy2 is one of the editors on Gaelick and she was in touch with the distribution company Enlightment productions and got screeners of I can’t think straight and The World Unseen. I am hooked. I had bought both books and read them and of course the books are much better. But the 2 actresses who play the lead roles in both films ooze chemistry. The films are very different, The World Unseen is a much stronger story, set in 1950s South Africa during aparatheid. Get a copy and read it. I can’t recommend it enough. The two taboo relationships of a white post-mistress and the black owner of the cafe plus the lesbian relationship make for an interesting parrallel, both examining descrimination and forbidden love. That and both of them are hotness personified 
Oh, I learned a new word the other day. Yummy Mummy. I think its the polite phrase for MILF, which I never really liked anyways cause it has the F word in it and I don’t like the F word. Yummy mummy is much more reserved. According to Mammy2 a yummy mummy is someone is quite attractive and you’d never know they were a mother to 14 or so odd children. Okay the 14 I made up. One or 2? Per example, Miriam is a yummy mummy. Very yummy indeed.
Tonight its girlie dinner with the mates S and A. When I say girlie I don’t mean we do each others hair and nails, heaven forbid. We all worked together in my first job in Ericsson and stayed in touch after that and became good mates. When A moved to the wilds of Athlone, we made an effort once every few months to get together and have dinner. Due to financial restraints and whatnot, this eve’s dinner is home cooked and at our apartment as we located halfway between everyones. Handy for us So S and Mammy2 are cooking dinner whilst myself and A stand around with take out menus on hand in case the cooking goes belly up. You always need a backup plan. The rest of the weekend will involve rugby of the watching kind and parades involving brothers of the watching kind again.
