Glee is back!
Well its back tonight but at least I have something to get me out of my funk. That and the latest eurovision entries. I have been doing my research and so far I am loving Germany and Denmark and Aremenia god bless her cottens and its not for her singing. I mean look at that visage. Although she could do with a few sandwiches, her song is catchy but won’t win. I have high hopes for Ireland, as I do every year but this year more so because we have quality in Niamh Kavanagh, she has the expierence, the stage presence and the voice. Now if she could just get the look right I reckon we shall do well. So Glee, the eurovision and the sunshine is doing its best to lift the spirits. I think PMT is wrecking havoc with my moods. That and family issues with Mammy2’s clan.
Poor Mammy2 is sick and I don’t think the situation is helping. Its incredibly frustrating because its between her and the person but lordy does this person need a good boot up the hoo-ha. In all honestly, how many adults sulk? Really? Its reserved for toddlers and teenagers not adults. Such a mature thing to do. I was going to say hopefully the person involved will cop on and just apologies but chance would be a fine thing. They are on their pedalestal thinking they are of course in the right. Of course. Can’t see the damn wood for the trees. Thankfully Mammy2 headed to the doc and got a cert so at least she doesn’t have to worry about work.
To get over my mood I went kicking boxes. Of course then I had a hissyfit cause my leg is a bit sore from certain kicks and I convinced myself I was useless at it. EMO kickboxer, I can see the t-shirts now. After 2 classes of kicking and cardio, I had exhausted any energy I had left in me so I couldn’t even argue with myself. The sister’s keep going on about evening primrose oil which I should try, according to Mammy2 the older we get the worse our hormones get. Worse?! I may go homocidal.
