Code is poetry
Its a wordpress tagline but I like to think its true. Lately I have been up to my neck in learning new stuff and whilst its been fascinating and interesting to excercise the brain as much as the body, its also exhausting. I have had three major projects running at the same time and dealing with three very different clients is an excercise in itsself. Thankfully I am nearing the end of 2 of the projects. One I was recommended by someone and I don’t know about you but when someone recommends me to someone else I want to prove that person right on their recommendations. Hence the workload and the stress levels but things are calming down now. I have learned loads about my CMS modx, its very useful and I haven’t been stretching it at all functionality wise, which I have had the chance to do now with the latest website. Between calendars and access levels I am dreaming in code. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but its hard to switch off and my dreams are filled with curly brackets and if loops.
The kid turns 21 on Saturday. For the first time in a fair few years there are no pride celebrations. Her bday has taken second place over the last few years to Pride and now its her turn to be the centre of attention. Its going to be a hardcode celebration 
Dinner with the mates and family on Friday night and home to the apartment for Pictionary and then lunch with the in-laws on the Saturday. The sister K and Mr K and the little un are home, they’ve been back here for a week and its been great having them around. The little niece has changed loads in the last couple of months as babies tend to do. She’s just over 6 months now. I remember when the kid was 6 months :O Now I really feel old.
Getting back into training after NY, which was amazing. The city is amazing and I’d like to go back again with just Mammy2 and not the family. It wasn’t bad visiting with the in-laws, it just got a bit stressful at times with the sister-in-law who is very organised. I know I am organised, but she takes it to championship level. Speaking of head wrecking family members my brother seems to be batting a decent average of pissing everyone off lately. As I said to the sister K, someone I really ask how we share DNA. He posted a comment on Facebook last week using the N word to describe something to do with those horns in South Africa. I was incensed but I knew there was no point in saying anything to him, he’ll play the victim card all the time. The sister K though took him on about it and was txting him back and forth. He didn’t seem to think there was any issue with it, it was them and I quote ‘having the craic’ and wait for this, ‘i have coloured friends’. Lordy, I resisted the urge to say the teletubbies don’t count as friends. He finished by saying there are worse things in the world like killing people and taking drugs. He’d make a great member for a debating team. Like I said I couldn’t deal with him. Thankfully the sister K is well able for him. Hopefully now he’ll go back to only ringing to tell me about fires down home. Because I need to be kept updated about any fire outbreak. Life in the country folks, as I said to K before , you couldn’t make up this crap.
Happy Pride folks!
