The Kid: Hi, Random Pharmacy Number 32 helpline How may we help you today? Hold on, OHMYGOD, its K replying to my message from yesterday about
B who slept with J after C telling her he was an F. What is she like...
Random Punter: Hello, is this the helpline for Pharmacy Number 32? I have an
The Kid: Yeah hold on a sec would ya, jeez, my friend is having a crises here. What's your problem again?
Random Punter: Well its kinda of..
The Kid: Hold the line, I've another call, Hello Random Pharmacy Number 32, hello? OHMYGOD, how did you get this number? I know its totally weird like, me on a customer care line, hilarious, so you're not pregnant?? Really? What about that time? NOFRIGGINWAY? REALLY. And she said that? Did you? Yeah, I would have. Stupid cow, who does she? Really, no way, like? WHAT? Totally, he said what? To her MOTHER? About her sister? What an idiot! Yeah
I always said she looked a like hooker.
Random Punter: Hi, can I speak
The Kid: Hold on, I gotta speak to some customer, I know, I know, its like this is a REAL JOB, GOD! Hi, sorry for holding there, what's your problem again?
Random Punter: Well, I...
The Kid: Hold I need a minute I have another call AND the frigging internet is down again, how am I supposed to access my Bebo/MySpace/YourSpace/Fleebo/Facebook account now, god...this is ridiculous, I can't work in this environment.
Random Punter: Hello, can I speak to a customer care person please?
The Kid: HELLO! You're speaking to her, god, some people. What's your problem? It can't be any worse then mine, stupid fecking internet.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Clingfilm and mothers
When ask they ask what was it that drove me over the edge, you can tell them it was the clingfilm. I have convinced even people who are the calmest individuals on the planet would be driven to the brink of madness and back from clingfilm. This week its not the PMT, its not the constant need for shops to remind us of mother's day, its on Sunday by the way for those of living in a cave for the last month , its not even the toliet roll that refuses to release anyother other then a postage sized stamp size of tissue, nope its the clingfilm. I think back to those days when I had to wrestle with it every morning. This morning it refused to cut. On the 'handy' serated edge provided. When it did cut, I had enough to cover a postage stamp. I think the people who make clingfilm also make toliet roll. I will do some research once I calm down. The loo roll is ridiculous though because you have to squeeze your hand into some sort of shape to get it up into the oh so protected loo house for want of a better word. Then this tiny bits of tissue float down towards you. The sort that would keep the Sylvanian families warm for weeks but other then that you see now use for it. Of course on the way back up from the contorted position you got yourself into to keep the Sylvanian families warm, you burst your kness off the toliet bowl. Now that's the way to start a day. It can only get better :)
Yesterday I was in great humour until I was confronted with 2 things. The kid in a foul form and Eason's paying homage to Mothers. Everywhere. One would like to think if one avoided certain areas of Eason's such as the card and gift section, then one would be safe. But no, newsflash, mothers like to read. About things they would like to do with their daughters like skipping and jumping the hilly brush. The diaries of mothers and daughters. 10 things to do with your mother when she's not in a urn. I made the last one up, I'm bitter, sue me! And i really hope mothers are fan of the colour pink, because the pastel assault on my eyes was something else yesterday. And look at this, just what EVERY mother wants. A fecking pink yankee candle. I know where that would end up if I gave to that to Mam were she still around.
I had to meet a guy to sell him our Tegan and Sara tickets. If we are lucky enough to get pregnant, I shall regale small and bald with stories of all the sacrifices we made so that they could come into existence. Oh yes, the child will be straight from the cradle to the therapists couch.
I am supposed to be up to my neck in work with my webservice and was so up until a few minutes when code which worked fine yesterday stopped working this morning. So it can't be my fault. At least I hope not. I emailed off our web service provider and am waiting for a response. I'm hoping to get most of the project boxed off today and tomorrow so in the event of me not feeling well enough to come on Friday after they send a camera crew up me on Thursday,
then I won't feel too guilty. We are on target to deliver and go live on Monday but I reckon I might jinx it if I go on too much.
The kid was out of sorts yesterday, so much so she refused to even have a bite to eat, I was paying. This was highly unusual, I think she's PMTing and also she says her depression is acting up. Although usually its around PMT time that they feel worse so perhaps its just that. I was convinced she wasn't going to go into her course this morning and started having flashbacks to those school days. Perhaps that was also brought on by the clingfilm, who knows. But,
and this has to be the funniest. They are studying customer care. Now if you were to ask what jobs do I reckon the kid should avoid like the plague purely based on her personality, I would say a kindergarten teacher and someone in customer care. I wait to be proven wrong. She's just after txting me:
U blow dogs for pennies.
Charming as ever. I have no idea what that means, nor do I want to. Teenagers, a law onto themselves. On the plus side, she sounds in better form. I am trying to convince her to hang with me on Sunday evening. She said she'd check her diary. Is this what it comes to? Hoping your kid has nothing better to do of a Sunday then hang with you? I'm pathetic!
Yesterday I was in great humour until I was confronted with 2 things. The kid in a foul form and Eason's paying homage to Mothers. Everywhere. One would like to think if one avoided certain areas of Eason's such as the card and gift section, then one would be safe. But no, newsflash, mothers like to read. About things they would like to do with their daughters like skipping and jumping the hilly brush. The diaries of mothers and daughters. 10 things to do with your mother when she's not in a urn. I made the last one up, I'm bitter, sue me! And i really hope mothers are fan of the colour pink, because the pastel assault on my eyes was something else yesterday. And look at this, just what EVERY mother wants. A fecking pink yankee candle. I know where that would end up if I gave to that to Mam were she still around.
I had to meet a guy to sell him our Tegan and Sara tickets. If we are lucky enough to get pregnant, I shall regale small and bald with stories of all the sacrifices we made so that they could come into existence. Oh yes, the child will be straight from the cradle to the therapists couch.
I am supposed to be up to my neck in work with my webservice and was so up until a few minutes when code which worked fine yesterday stopped working this morning. So it can't be my fault. At least I hope not. I emailed off our web service provider and am waiting for a response. I'm hoping to get most of the project boxed off today and tomorrow so in the event of me not feeling well enough to come on Friday after they send a camera crew up me on Thursday,
then I won't feel too guilty. We are on target to deliver and go live on Monday but I reckon I might jinx it if I go on too much.
The kid was out of sorts yesterday, so much so she refused to even have a bite to eat, I was paying. This was highly unusual, I think she's PMTing and also she says her depression is acting up. Although usually its around PMT time that they feel worse so perhaps its just that. I was convinced she wasn't going to go into her course this morning and started having flashbacks to those school days. Perhaps that was also brought on by the clingfilm, who knows. But,
and this has to be the funniest. They are studying customer care. Now if you were to ask what jobs do I reckon the kid should avoid like the plague purely based on her personality, I would say a kindergarten teacher and someone in customer care. I wait to be proven wrong. She's just after txting me:
U blow dogs for pennies.
Charming as ever. I have no idea what that means, nor do I want to. Teenagers, a law onto themselves. On the plus side, she sounds in better form. I am trying to convince her to hang with me on Sunday evening. She said she'd check her diary. Is this what it comes to? Hoping your kid has nothing better to do of a Sunday then hang with you? I'm pathetic!
Monday, February 25, 2008
I couldn't have said it better myself...
The sister in response to a comment I made about mother's day and I quote:
Oh and f**k Mother's day is all I have to say, you can't go onto any website without that shite jumping out at you, make you sick the lot of them!
:) This is why we are related! Classic! The weekend was all about rugby and the eurovision. People are in a real flap over Dustin winning Eurosong and going on to represent us in Serbia. I mean, there are bigger issues out there? I think it can do no harm. I wasn't able to watch it to see what the other contestents were like as we had a rugby saturday. But I got updates from various mates who felt the need to tell me how our feathered friend was doing.
After Ireland giving Scotland a good walloping, we stayed on to watch England beat France. We got asked a number of times why we were cheering for England. People were confused. Thankfully the obnoxious guys behind us
left for that match. I mean, just because we're a bunch of women watching the rugby, you automatically think its for the looks. Whilst yes, I admit having a fondness for their shoulders, I also appreciate the sport. So when Paul O'Connell was lining up to come on, our table went mad! He's an excellent player and its been sad to see him on the sidelines. Of course macgobsite behind us, when the girls had calmed down shouted "Oh Paul, you're only gorgeus" 7 angry heads turned and glared at him. Not that he cared. So when he started shouting and cheering for Wallace, one of our gang turned and shouted to him "Isn't he only gorgeus". It was a great day though. Caught up with a good few peeps we hadn't seen in a while.
Mammy2 decided to go to the gym yesterday as she had been putting if off and so hobbled to meet me in Fresh to do the shopping. The poor thing was in bits. Not too much in bits though to finally make it to Gamestop where she was chatted up by some lesbian who worked there. Some women eh? I mean she was wearing a wedding ring. Anyhew, eventually Mammy2 replied something along the lines of the wii taking over her life and her partner not being too impressed so yer wan backed down. I tried my best not to look like the green eyed monster whilst I listened to her re-telling her story and my voice reaching a pitch only the dogs could hear. She wondered why my head was slanted at such an angle and there was steam coming from my nostrils. Jealous? Me? As if.
This week will be mostly work, and more work. I had to sell my tickets to Tegan and Sara, I think the body would be more appreciative of an early night on Wed before the hycosy rather then head banging and dancing the night away with a bunch of laserbeams. So it will be possibly training and a bath and bed. The sister and her man are arriving home on Friday for the weekend. Its excellent timing as mother's day is on the Sunday. I must ring the kid and see will she come and have lunch with us. Then we can spend the evening together. I was chatting about how I expected her to buy me dinner, after all I was her surrogate mother/big sister and one of the girls out on Sat night to watch the rugby told a story of her mother and food. She's a big sporty head and her mother came to one of the matches and as she was running past the mother on the pitch, the mother roared at her:
"Ah would you run faster, sure what do I be feeding you for?" She said she didn't talk food with her mother after that.
Speaking of the kid, no news from her. Apart from a txt asking us to collect her pills. I wonder when this will stop? When she's 64. Today is the first day of her course, the first proper non induction day so I hope she gets on okay. And doesn't start feeling 'sick' I've never known someone with so many illnesses. That I've never heard of.
Oh and f**k Mother's day is all I have to say, you can't go onto any website without that shite jumping out at you, make you sick the lot of them!
:) This is why we are related! Classic! The weekend was all about rugby and the eurovision. People are in a real flap over Dustin winning Eurosong and going on to represent us in Serbia. I mean, there are bigger issues out there? I think it can do no harm. I wasn't able to watch it to see what the other contestents were like as we had a rugby saturday. But I got updates from various mates who felt the need to tell me how our feathered friend was doing.
After Ireland giving Scotland a good walloping, we stayed on to watch England beat France. We got asked a number of times why we were cheering for England. People were confused. Thankfully the obnoxious guys behind us
left for that match. I mean, just because we're a bunch of women watching the rugby, you automatically think its for the looks. Whilst yes, I admit having a fondness for their shoulders, I also appreciate the sport. So when Paul O'Connell was lining up to come on, our table went mad! He's an excellent player and its been sad to see him on the sidelines. Of course macgobsite behind us, when the girls had calmed down shouted "Oh Paul, you're only gorgeus" 7 angry heads turned and glared at him. Not that he cared. So when he started shouting and cheering for Wallace, one of our gang turned and shouted to him "Isn't he only gorgeus". It was a great day though. Caught up with a good few peeps we hadn't seen in a while.
Mammy2 decided to go to the gym yesterday as she had been putting if off and so hobbled to meet me in Fresh to do the shopping. The poor thing was in bits. Not too much in bits though to finally make it to Gamestop where she was chatted up by some lesbian who worked there. Some women eh? I mean she was wearing a wedding ring. Anyhew, eventually Mammy2 replied something along the lines of the wii taking over her life and her partner not being too impressed so yer wan backed down. I tried my best not to look like the green eyed monster whilst I listened to her re-telling her story and my voice reaching a pitch only the dogs could hear. She wondered why my head was slanted at such an angle and there was steam coming from my nostrils. Jealous? Me? As if.
This week will be mostly work, and more work. I had to sell my tickets to Tegan and Sara, I think the body would be more appreciative of an early night on Wed before the hycosy rather then head banging and dancing the night away with a bunch of laserbeams. So it will be possibly training and a bath and bed. The sister and her man are arriving home on Friday for the weekend. Its excellent timing as mother's day is on the Sunday. I must ring the kid and see will she come and have lunch with us. Then we can spend the evening together. I was chatting about how I expected her to buy me dinner, after all I was her surrogate mother/big sister and one of the girls out on Sat night to watch the rugby told a story of her mother and food. She's a big sporty head and her mother came to one of the matches and as she was running past the mother on the pitch, the mother roared at her:
"Ah would you run faster, sure what do I be feeding you for?" She said she didn't talk food with her mother after that.
Speaking of the kid, no news from her. Apart from a txt asking us to collect her pills. I wonder when this will stop? When she's 64. Today is the first day of her course, the first proper non induction day so I hope she gets on okay. And doesn't start feeling 'sick' I've never known someone with so many illnesses. That I've never heard of.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Found this on a fellow spudlet's profile
Her Journey's Just Begun
Don't think of her as gone away-
her journey has just begun
life holds many facets
the Earth is only one
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away
And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost-
And she was loved so much.
- Ellen Brenneman
Thursday, February 21, 2008
A week of ups and downs
I can't even blame the B12. I can blame semantics. Lack of the word permanent when it comes to my contract means the bank won't approve a loan. On Tuesday I was fit to be killed. Back and forth with payroll and apparently there's nothing they can do. So its back to the drawing board regards moula. On a plus side the clinic rang to say they can still go ahead with the hycosy next week, so on Thursday we have to travel down. I have to fast from 12 at night so chances are I'll be starvin marvin. Although I may ber nervous so I won't get hungry until afterwards. Thankfully the procedure is not costing as much as we ancipated. No word from the Ethics committee so far. How long does it take to assess a couple I wonder? Do they run background checks? Ring the irish version of the CIA and see if we have any outstanding convictions? Perhaps if they hear about my Miriam obession they might not be too happy. Hmmm..
I was in bad form yesterday, no particular reason, work was getting on top of me. Its really interesting stuff I am
doing with web services and java, its just the deadline is fast approaching and I've only start coding the application
so I reckon I may be in here over the weekend. Although the code is portable and I don't need access to the servers
so I could bring it home with me. I'll see how I get on this evening and tonight and then decide from there. I was
late in this morning as I had my second last injection of B12 thank feck and also the doc had to run another blood test.
Needles ahoy.
Mother's day is approaching and you'd never know it from the lack of stuff going on in shops. Ahem. Most times I can deal with it. Its just when its so in your face, its disconcerting and just makes things re-appear that you thought you had buried. So I was in 2 minds about going training, but I know its a great workout, and Wed's class is usually more full on then Monday's, so I was shattered afterwards but in a good way.
Shuffle on itunes or the ipod can be the devil. This is why I am creating playlists from now on. The kid may have moved out but there will always be tracks of her everywhere. There I was chilling out to some classical music, when suddenly what can only be described as aural sodomoy began. It sounded like Ramstein or any other one of those death metal bands she used to listen to and couldn't make out a word! Lets just say it fairly roused me from relaxing. The same thing happens the next day. Heading into work, I am chilling out the Dixie Chicks when all of a sudden Cannibal Corpse starts screaming about how they want to F*** me with a knife. Charming. You can guess I am a big Cannibal Corpse fan. I honestly do not know how these things get onto my ipod but I shall be removing them pretty quickly. Although perhaps it served as a reminder to check on the kid. I txted her and in fairness it was early in the morning and she replied! She was up early for the first day of her course. Spoke to her last night and it sounds like she is enjoying it. And she made a mate. Its all looking good at the moment.
I was in bad form yesterday, no particular reason, work was getting on top of me. Its really interesting stuff I am
doing with web services and java, its just the deadline is fast approaching and I've only start coding the application
so I reckon I may be in here over the weekend. Although the code is portable and I don't need access to the servers
so I could bring it home with me. I'll see how I get on this evening and tonight and then decide from there. I was
late in this morning as I had my second last injection of B12 thank feck and also the doc had to run another blood test.
Needles ahoy.
Mother's day is approaching and you'd never know it from the lack of stuff going on in shops. Ahem. Most times I can deal with it. Its just when its so in your face, its disconcerting and just makes things re-appear that you thought you had buried. So I was in 2 minds about going training, but I know its a great workout, and Wed's class is usually more full on then Monday's, so I was shattered afterwards but in a good way.
Shuffle on itunes or the ipod can be the devil. This is why I am creating playlists from now on. The kid may have moved out but there will always be tracks of her everywhere. There I was chilling out to some classical music, when suddenly what can only be described as aural sodomoy began. It sounded like Ramstein or any other one of those death metal bands she used to listen to and couldn't make out a word! Lets just say it fairly roused me from relaxing. The same thing happens the next day. Heading into work, I am chilling out the Dixie Chicks when all of a sudden Cannibal Corpse starts screaming about how they want to F*** me with a knife. Charming. You can guess I am a big Cannibal Corpse fan. I honestly do not know how these things get onto my ipod but I shall be removing them pretty quickly. Although perhaps it served as a reminder to check on the kid. I txted her and in fairness it was early in the morning and she replied! She was up early for the first day of her course. Spoke to her last night and it sounds like she is enjoying it. And she made a mate. Its all looking good at the moment.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Currently Listening to...
Soundtrack to Juno: Feelgood music and this song is just , brings a smile to my face anytime I hear it:
Barry Louis Polisar - All I want is You
Barry Louis Polisar - All I want is You
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Waiting......
It seems at the moment I'm spending an age waiting for stuff. The clinic hasn't gotten back to me, they are waiting for the ethics committee. It appears the ethics committee take their time thinking things over.We waited for ages to get the forms for the bank loan, and now it appears they still haven't received the documentation that is needed to finalise details. The loan is in the event the clinic say yes. Everything else is on hold, including buying a property. It was never top of our list anyways. The B12 has turned me into a monster. Mammy2 is looking for a suppor group for partners of people who are taking B12. Thankfully I trained on Saturday and took most of my mood out on the punchbag. I was late for class as well because the photographer who wanted to take our pic took his time taking different shots. We found the whole thing humorous moreso because the apartment block is being painted and of course the painters in their mini cranes wanted to know why we were sitting on a fountain with cheesy smiles while yer man hid behind a bush to take some more pictures. I could see the headline now:
Lesbians frolic in fountain whilst painter plummets to his death.
Obviously another reason why we shouldn't be allowed marry. We cause people to die by merely being in their presence and being openly affectionate. The article looks like it was dropped anyways. I had the horrible task of actually purchasing the Sun the last 2 mornings and there was no sign of it. What a shocking paper it is
though! So perhaps our story wasn't heart wrenching enough. Who knows!
My moods appear to have settled, just in time for my next injection and the madness to continue. Mammy2 did some research and supposedly, it increase your oestrogen levels and we all know that fecker sits in the driving seat of your hormones. Enough said.
The weekend was a comination of work, work and catching up with the college mate who got married last year. We went out for dinner with her and the hubby. They are a lovely couple. I still find it bizzare that we have both come so far in the friendship. Before I met Mammy2 and perhaps one of the reasons we got together was I was very upset over a falling out I had with the mate R. I don't remember the exact details of what happened except that she said she didn't want to see me again and that I had changed and wasn't the person she knew. When you consider I had spent the best part of 4 years living with this girl in college, for 2 of those we weren't apart at all as we spent the summer together in Wales, I didn't know what was happening. When you are so close to someone for so long and then suddenly they're not around , its strange. I did what she asked and didn't make any contact. Eventually though, about 6 months of no contact whatsoever, I had enough of wondering what if and should I get back in touch. I missed her too much and the friendship. I would try one last time, ask to meet up and see what happens. It was awkard at first, but we both made the effort and now thankfully we get along fine, better then before. The gay thing was a bit difficult for her, why I don't know. Perhaps because we were so close and she thought this was something I kept from her. Who knows. We could analyse it until the cows come home but we're all good now.
Speaking of mates, C rang yesterday. I nearly fell over. Himself and the gf are back from the wilds of Australia and Bali where they headed for a month. We're to catch up next week before he returns to work. I didn't realise how much I missed chatting and hanging with him. So hopefully we can meet up and I have to tell him all the news about the clinic. Or the lack of news from the clinic. Its hard waiting.
In other news, I have a found a fellow eurovision fan in work! She is as into it as I am, knowing the names of some of the classics such as Bobbysocks and Bucks Fizz as well as remembering Celine Dion's turn for Switzerland. Classic stuff. So now at least she'll be into the eurovision poll and I won't look like the only eejit who gos on about it. Although it is a talent I have to say. The ability to talk to myself about it :)
Its that time of the year when these trees start to bloom. I LOVE them. They are so colourful and for me always represent spring on the way.
Lesbians frolic in fountain whilst painter plummets to his death.
Obviously another reason why we shouldn't be allowed marry. We cause people to die by merely being in their presence and being openly affectionate. The article looks like it was dropped anyways. I had the horrible task of actually purchasing the Sun the last 2 mornings and there was no sign of it. What a shocking paper it is
though! So perhaps our story wasn't heart wrenching enough. Who knows!
My moods appear to have settled, just in time for my next injection and the madness to continue. Mammy2 did some research and supposedly, it increase your oestrogen levels and we all know that fecker sits in the driving seat of your hormones. Enough said.
The weekend was a comination of work, work and catching up with the college mate who got married last year. We went out for dinner with her and the hubby. They are a lovely couple. I still find it bizzare that we have both come so far in the friendship. Before I met Mammy2 and perhaps one of the reasons we got together was I was very upset over a falling out I had with the mate R. I don't remember the exact details of what happened except that she said she didn't want to see me again and that I had changed and wasn't the person she knew. When you consider I had spent the best part of 4 years living with this girl in college, for 2 of those we weren't apart at all as we spent the summer together in Wales, I didn't know what was happening. When you are so close to someone for so long and then suddenly they're not around , its strange. I did what she asked and didn't make any contact. Eventually though, about 6 months of no contact whatsoever, I had enough of wondering what if and should I get back in touch. I missed her too much and the friendship. I would try one last time, ask to meet up and see what happens. It was awkard at first, but we both made the effort and now thankfully we get along fine, better then before. The gay thing was a bit difficult for her, why I don't know. Perhaps because we were so close and she thought this was something I kept from her. Who knows. We could analyse it until the cows come home but we're all good now.
Speaking of mates, C rang yesterday. I nearly fell over. Himself and the gf are back from the wilds of Australia and Bali where they headed for a month. We're to catch up next week before he returns to work. I didn't realise how much I missed chatting and hanging with him. So hopefully we can meet up and I have to tell him all the news about the clinic. Or the lack of news from the clinic. Its hard waiting.
In other news, I have a found a fellow eurovision fan in work! She is as into it as I am, knowing the names of some of the classics such as Bobbysocks and Bucks Fizz as well as remembering Celine Dion's turn for Switzerland. Classic stuff. So now at least she'll be into the eurovision poll and I won't look like the only eejit who gos on about it. Although it is a talent I have to say. The ability to talk to myself about it :)
Its that time of the year when these trees start to bloom. I LOVE them. They are so colourful and for me always represent spring on the way.
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