Right now I feel like poor Snoopy there on the right. I’d love about 24 hours sleep. Its my own fault, its hard to have sympathy for myself. Tuesday night was sister’s night and as usual we headed training but afterwards instead of sitting on the couch watching some B horror movie, we headed to a local stablishment for a few beverages. It seemed like a good idea at the time, we were both cranky from training and decided that to head out would solve the problem. Best laid plans and all that. Let me speak from expierence and say without hesitation that whilst the jukebox is one of the greatest inventions of all time, when under the influence and finding music that you love, one should never be allowed pick songs you think everyone will enjoy. That’s the first thing. The second thing is if you have to pick the songs you love, don’t mix things up by picking songs with someone who has a vastly, and this word cannot be stressed enough, vastly different musical taste to your good self. The watering hole that we found ourselves in is a grand wee pub, a decent mix of age groups and nice barman. So far so good. The football was on in one area of the pub and jukebox was on in the other area. I inquired if we could put music on, always good to get the barmen on side. They replied in the positive. Then they, and they only have themselves to blame for this, turned up the damn thing. All well and good when the kid selected Thunderstuck, not so good when I selected Defyin Gravity from Glee directly afterwards. I didn’t even look at the bar as I heard the necks of the regulars turning slowly towards the lone small woman sipping her pint looking everywhere but directly at them. To add insult to injury the kid wants to head to ATM and couldn’t get out of the place fast enough. So there I am, alone, feeling the eyes of the ‘locals’ boring into me as Kurt hits the high notes. I escaped a lynching as the kid’s next choice kicked in and they all showed their best efforts at rocking out to Whitesnake.

So yeah, Tuesday, few beers, late night and very little sleep. Last night was the Gloria table quiz. We sucked, it was good fun though. Things were so bad that during the gay round,there was a maximum of 20 points to be had from the round, I got 4. 4 and even all of them weren’t from me, one of my colleagues contributed that one. I felt gay shame for letting my side down. I mean I didn’t even get how many countries have some sort of civil partnership laws in place. I am a bad gay. Last night was another late one and tonight we are visiting a mate who’s pregant and we haven’t seen in ages. From there its onto a workmate’s wedding afters. I am tired just thinking about it. Hopefully it won’t be too late a one and I took tomorrow off, I needed some downtime and want to spend some time with Mammy2 as she’s been out sick from work. She’s on the road to recovery but it will be nice just to hang out and do nothing.

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 15th, 2010 at 2:02 pm You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 13th, 2010 at 9:52 am You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

I had thought we’d seen the last of her Palin inpersonations, thankfully not!

This entry was posted on Monday, April 12th, 2010 at 1:59 pm You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

The serotonin levels are high! Its a Thursday and the sun is shining, not alone is it shining its actually warm. Took a walk at lunchtime and it was so lovely out.

You know, whilst I think Facebook is a great idea of keeping up with people and so on do I really really want to know what my cousin and my brother are up to? Its times like this I worry about being related to them.

* cousin * joined the group I wouldn’t ride ya even if ya came with pedals!

* brother * became a fan of Every one has that one friend with really big B**bs ;).

* cousin * and * brother * became fans of “QUICK TAKE YOUR TOP OFF ! ” ” What? , Why ? ” THERES NO TIME JUST DO IT .”

* cousin * and * brother * joined the group sorry iv ta go, iv a cow calving!!!

Yes they are young males but really? Do they not think that their female relatives might be reading it or do they think that it would be funny if that was the case? I don’t think I’ll understand them. Perhaps its better if I don’t. Whilst I am on the good ship rant-a-licious, I have a question that perhaps you could help me with. Training gear or gym gear or whatever you want to call the clothing you wear when you are excercising. I have come to the conclusion all of the designers must be men because the majority of women’s clothing is lyrca and skin-tight. The men get the clima-cool stuff, the mesh shorts. We have to make do with pink and more pink whilst the men get every colour including pink. Perhaps its only the shops that I frequent that seem to stock these lovely items. I don’t care how comfortable I am with my body I am never getting into lycra shorts. Ever. I found a good pair of longish shorts which of course are mens on a website. The shorts cost 19 dollars which weren’t bad, it would have cost 75 dollars to ship them here. 75 dollars. I continue my search for a comfortable pair to train in. For when our summer temperatures hit the mid 20s like

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 8th, 2010 at 2:10 pm You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

It started out way back when Mam was sick and myself and the sister K would be coming back from the hospital and we would stop off to discuss what we assumed was the progress Mam was making and go through all the different scenarios. With the 4 of us living together there was a chance we would kill each other so we set aside different nights. There was sister’s night and date night. When the sister K returned to Holland , the tradition stayed and myself and the kid started to have our bonding nights. The difference in sister’s nights now compared to back then. The first part of the night was spent trying to persuade her to leave the pc for 5 minutes so we could watch a movie. Then as she got older, we’d go out for drinks and end up tiddly and depressed and home to bed. She was difficult to handle around that time. I suppose we were both dealing with the loss the best we could. Compare this to the current sister’s night. She’s got really into the kickboxing. She’s talking about taking a syllabus class. Yesterday when we went to our regular Tuesday class it wasn’t our usual instructor, it was one of the tougher guys who really puts you through the paces. The kid got more nervous as I knelt and prayed for the safe repose of our souls, I suppose the sight of me praying did nothing for her confidence and she forgot her inhaler. As it turns out it wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was tough and the kid
did have to sit down and catch her breath and a couple of times but the pre-ordered ambulance may have been a step too far. As always the kid thinks she is invicible AND that she can execute jumping spinning roundhouse kick after just over 2 months of classes. I suppose I was like her when I started. Skip the basics, I want to look like the movie poster. As with every movie espeically the martial arts movie, we need a montage. So next week she’s going to try the double class, the regular one and the syllabus one. We said we’d pay for the second one.

We decided the movie of choice was the Karate Kid, the original. She had never seen it and it was eons since I watched it. It was pointless me making references such as

“Wax on, wax off Daniel son” or
“Paint the fence ”

when she continued to look blankly at me. Which I am used to by the way. I had forgotten a few things, the main one being how scrawny and young Ralph Macchio looked? I mean according to IMDB he was 23 when he made it. I would have said 13. And the woman who played his gf? Elizabeth Shue? 21. Stand the two of them beside each other and she looks like she left puberty way behind whilst poor Daniel son was still painting bum fluff on his upper lip. But its a classic. She wants to see the other ones now as well. The hardcoded Swedish subtitles were a bit off putting as well.

The poor thing has gotten rejected for the grant. Another letter which finally states the actaul reason she was being rejected constantly. If you do a FETAC course and even though you don’t get the grant, and do it through FAS, you’re not entitled to the grant for any other PLC course. Way to encourage people to get back into education. Hopefully if she gets accepted to college, she can qualify then. We do have the college fund but the cost of 4 years college education is a lot. Espeically when Mammy2 might be losing her job in the next few months. We don’t know until towards the end of the month but its a worry. We still have a few loans to clear and were hoping to start saving for a deposit this year. That might need to go on hold. The kid was giving us grief about not having brie and crackers. I refrained from using my mother’s phrase, tis far from cheese and crackers you were reared.

The spring weather is really starting to kick in now that the sleet, snow and gale force winds have cleared. The easter weekend was very funny, funny cause we didn’t leave the couch. We had a nice long weekend. We didn’t have the funds to go away, so we told everyone we were going away, went offline and switched off the phones. It was so relaxing. I managed to get half way through my
Book Thief book AND through Juno’s instruction manual. Juno, for those of you not in the know, is the digital SLR. She is great except in low light conditions when I have to use the flash. The flash fires at least 5 times before it focuses and at that stage your subject is completly blinded. Its a bit offputting to say the least. So I decided to go with the novel idea of reading the instruction manual :O Call me crazy I know! We shall see if this RTFM works.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, April 7th, 2010 at 10:44 am You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.