I hate April’s fool day with a passion, its such a stupid idea and yet every you look on the web there are stories, sorry jokes. From the
this one
Pope: Gays Only “Somewhat” Intrinsically Evil which I should have really copped but alas not to this one. I mean really, what are the odds on a fecking sea turtle knowing where the nearest sea turtle hospital is? I blame the mate D for everything including April bloody fools day. We met up with him last night for a bite to eat and a few drinks. Considering our tolerence is gradually getting worse due to less going out, I am in rag order today. This is the reason for updating my website with pretend news stories. Well I reckon so anyway. To add insult to injury, I was looking forward to a nice lunch and it was mank. I am still unwell but sure tis my own fault. The mate D is in great form, soon to be a dad again. His wife is due in September and he has asked us if we would be godparents. Both myself and Mammy2. We were chuffed. He has to check with the church to see if its okay to have 4 godparents, because tradition says that the best man and head bridesmaid has to be the godparents and so D wants to have 4 including us. Even if its not allowed, it was nice of him to ask.

This last week has been a rollercoaster. Mammy2 nearly losing her job and just about holding onto it. The panic about money and having to stop any baby making plans led to stress. Thankfully things have settled down. She’s taking it month by month and in the meantime we try and clear as many of our loans as possible. Easier said then done, with that cursed credit card bill.

The kid and her man stayed over last night. She has a portfolio interview today which she is heading to. I think its more for the expierence then anything as she has her eye on the portfolio one in Bray which would be much easier to get to travel wise. Its a year long one and then from there hopefully, she would reapply to college and get in. She was chattering on about this new friend she has which I was delighted to hear about. She has no female friends at all and I think when you’re 19 you can do with some gal pals. Well, this girl Bebod her or something. She used to go to the same school as the kid, was one of the quieter ones. So perhaps they’ll hang out. Its sad that I am excited about her having a mate. All part of being a parent.

She just was just onto gchat to me now.

“Walking past juvy hall, and some scumbags told me I looked like death warmed up”

I re-iterated the phrase back to her with the emphasis on Juvy hall. Nuff said.

And whilst al-Bashir avoids an arrest, Australians are up in arms over this

2 women. In a soap opera. Kissing. Well I never. Good pun headline here at Same Same Home And Away Sets The Record Straight and an good quote from the writer

“The thing that saddens me, as a gay writer, is that a beautiful six week story has been reduced to a facile argument about six missing seconds of screen time and that the bulk of the commentators, both conservative and liberal, are making pronouncements on story material they know nothing of. We long for the day when we can run a story like this and they can just play in the context of the show.

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 at 11:48 am You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

For family. Par example, for most of mother’s day I lost the feeling in my left arm due to the kid holding onto it for dear life whilst blessing herself numerous times and screaming every other 5 mins. Our anti-mothers day horror night went well. The Unborn had quite a few jumpy moments, one where even I screamed. When the need for the toilet became too much, I had to accompany the kid and stand outside the door. It was that scary. Once she had finished screaming, she’d catch her breath and go “This is BRILLIANT!! So the more she’s scared, the better the film. According to her. Also the less power I have in either arm. At one stage she was sitting in my lap, fingers clutching either shoulder and head buried down between her knees. Its her idea of a good movie. She got me a mother’s day pressie of 2 packets of tayto. She explained that she had tried to find some white sliced pan for the tayto sandwiches but any of the shops she popped into. Bless her cottens.

Onto the brother. I don’t know if you have a brother or not but I used to find them alien creatures not big into washing and more into embaressing you. However, the brother has matured ever so slightly. He’s been a member of the FCA for the last 10 years and as a result has a medal ceremony coming up. To which we are invited to. In Athlone where there are potentially other relatives, whom I normally only have to put up with once a year at Mam’s mass when they corner the sister K and we have to launch a rescue plan to get her out. The weekend the ceremony is on, next weekend as with most weekends in April is busy for us, with something on the Friday and Saturday. Normally this is enough going for Mammy2 without having to travel all the way down to Athlone. I tried explaining this to the bro and got back a direct to the juglar email along the lines of “would have been nice if you could have come down” Well, of course it would have been nice but with everything on it just wasn’t going to happen but guilt got its evil clutches into me. Found me at a weakened moment, where I have the sniffles AND am pmting. So Mammy2 has suggested she take the monday off and we can travel down. I have emailed him to tell him this and ask him exact timelines regarding the ceremony, knowing the irish army these things could go on all day. And so help me but if I see an aunty, there will be war.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 24th, 2009 at 2:28 pm You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

I was going to rant, I was going to give out about how sometimes being an administrator is a thankless task, about how after 6 years, 2 with the GCN forum and another 4 with angrypotato, I am as close as I’ll ever be to chucking it all in. A couple of things made me pause for thought, the main one being this headline
Natasha Richardson, actress, dies at 45 and then you go “okay, wait a minute” So no rants. This woman has passed away at aged 45. My heart goes out to Liam Neeson , his 2 sons who are left without a mother and Vanessa Redgrave who has lost a daughter. I still remember vividly her amazing performence as Joan Didion in The year of Magical Thinking last year. Her potrayal of Joan’s grief harrowing and so very real. My thoughts are with the them all at this tragic time.

I have the theme tune to Rocky in my head at the mo. A workmate was horrifed at the fact that I had never seen it. I had caught moments but never sat through a whole movie. The workmate loaded me his Rocky collection and I’m up as far as Rocky VI which I have yet to watch. Its a great movie, well the first 2 were. The 3rd one was slightly weak even if it did have Hulk Hogan and Mr T in it. I was so captivated that I went training yesterday. The day after Paddies day. I impressed myself. Not that Paddies day was a wild one. We headed to the parade, got a really good spots and basked in the 12 degree sunshine. The tourists didn’t know what to make of the large orange/yellowish orb in the sky that was emitting heat. After a weekend of rugby and 70th bday bashes, we took it easy on the day. The mate S came into town to meet us, so we all headed for lunch after the parade and then onto a trad session in a pub near our place. The place was hopping but it was nowhere near as bad as town, which was starting to get scary. The mood had shifted from when we were at the parade to one of drunken debauchery and this was only 4 o’clock.

Lovely to logon to various international news websites and see the headlines, Drunken irish on rampage. Charming.

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 19th, 2009 at 11:16 am You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

Myself and Mammy2 took this coming Monday off so as well as Paddies day we have a nice long weekend. We’re taking the time to celebrate our 10 year anniversary. Yes, as lesbians there are many many anniversaries but the main ones we celebrate is our first date and our wedding one. Technically the first date was on the 26th but as that falls on a Thursday we decided a long weekend was in order to mark the occasion. Even though it was 10 years ago I vividly remember that first week of meeting her and chasing her and finally catching her To save you some cringe inducing mush
about how fantabulous she is and how much I love her etc, I’ll break it into dates and one sentence how’s that?

Sun 14, 1999 :The George - Finally meet her after hearing much talk about how fab she is, tried to get her attention and was ignored.

Wed Mar 17, 1999 : The George, Again - As is fitting for Paddies day, drank my way to the G and ended up falling alsleep on her shoulder, getting her number and getting her to walk me home. Smooth

Thurs Mar 18, 1999 : Outhouse, Thursday night meeting, hungover to high hell, she shows up..beyond nervous, head to the G, noticing a pattern here, flirt as best I can. No reaction.

Mon 22, 1999 - After much consultation with everyone and anyone about how does a woman ask another woman out, I pluck up the courage, I ring her house, get her out of bed after a night of oscar watching and ask her to go see a movie on the Friday and she accepts.

Fri 26, 1999 - Meet her at the Gaiety, go to Luigi Malones for a meal neither of us could eat we were so nervous, went what was then Virgin Cinema, didn’t make it to the movie as we spent the evening chatting. Ended the evening on a hug.

the rest as they say is history.

There, that wasn’t too bad?

I was out sick on Monday and tuesday. Hate taking sick days but had zero energy and was feeling generally mopey. I think the lack of success at last month’s attempt finally caught up with me. My ovaries have decided they are amazons and don’t need no man. Eejits. I never said they needed a man, just some sperm. Anyhew, we’re skipping this month to give my body a rest and to give the bank a/c a rest. With a 5% pay cut looming and another budget we also need to be sensible about things.

The weekend is already knocking the bank balence on its head. We have an auntie’s 70th, a long lunch followed by drinks and the match and on the Sunday Mammy2 has booked us into the Old Schoolhouse which is where we had our honeymoon all those years ago. We’re having a meal at the restaurent and staying over. So looking forward to it.

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 12th, 2009 at 11:45 am You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

For once I am not talking about my hair. Even though as a Leo I feel I don’t talk about it enough. This time its March. The mother always had a saying that said March, in like a Lion, out like a Lamb. In this case its true. Hailstones and a promise of snow. My dilemma of what summer jacket to wear has been solved. Don’t wear a summer jacket when there are hailstones hopping off one’s head. Take yesterday. Heading into town it was drizzling. I leave Marks and Spencers and its as if there are buckets of water being thrown at me. Thankfully I had no plans to head training as I was sore and tired and now soaked to the skin. A hot shower, dinner and some reading before I crawled into bed at 8.30. After a hardcore weekend, I think I am allowed an early night. To nicely finish off the weekend I discovered that no baby plans this time around. I had a feeling from Sat onwards. You get to know your body. I’m unsure how I feel. On one hand it was our first attempt and one can’t really expect you to get it right on your first go. But on the other hand, everything was in place and it was at the right time. So what’s going wrong? We shall leave it for this month for both emotional and financial reasons and give it a go in April. Perhaps the ovaries prefer spring months with proper sunshine as opposed to being rained and snowed upon. Who can blame them.

Great weekend catching up with the sister. She flew in on the Friday and the kid met us for lunch. I’m almost afraid to say it but she’s maturing. It was weird but nice that the 3 of us sat like adults, had some lunch and nattered away. Ruggers on the Saturday was great fun. A few mates came and joined us and there were a good few english heads in the pub as well. They were really nice people. I don’t know why I am always sound surprised?! I mean its not their fault that some of their commentators are pains in the ass who think there is no other country then England. The match was much too close for my liking. 2 minutes to go and a point in it. We’ll need to get out act together for Scotland cause Wales will be rubbing their hands together with glee at the sight of us fumbling like we did on Sat.

This week consists of doing as little as possible. Thursday is dinner with the rentals and am going to head training tomorrow as I am better spirits and less likely to cry if no-one wants to be my partner. This was entirely possible yesterday and I can only imagine how seriously my fellow boxers would take me if I was to burst into tears. As seriously as they take me now I suppose With my ladybird ‘fighting socks’, I am a force to be reckoned with.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009 at 12:33 pm You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.