osmosis - the new form of study..

Basically what you do is leave your books beside you, as near as possible to you whilst you are doing anything else, the informationwill eventually travel through your body and into your head.
This is her theory, I can only assume.

She arrived back from Holland on Monday night and was in good form. She had gotten 'closure' with the Dutch boyf and was a bit happier about things. The 31 degrees heat did nothing for her, I had images of her coming through the airport looking like something off a crisp and dry advert.

Mammy2 was at the Tori Amos concert, so the lovely C drove me out to the airport. She has calmed down a lot, but doesn't seemed to be bothered about that little thing known as study, one supposed you can't force her.

We enjoyed our time away from him, god knows, it will probably be a while again before she heads over to Holland. The baby making was on Friday night, and I had forgotten what time our man was arriving at to perform for us. I am in the middle of work on Friday evening and the phone rings. Mammy2 tells me that the donor has arrived. Needless to say, one is supposed to sufficiently rested and relaxed before any attempts should be made to increase the chances.

I could not have been more stressed.

I powered down the pc, said good luck and legged it out the door, arriving home in a tizzy. Mammy2 was just back from leaving the kid to the airport.

Our guy finished his 'business', and headed off leaving a frazzled pair of Mammies behind. I eventually calmed down, listened to some chill out music. Thankfully Mammy2 refrained from putting on Barry White, it wouldn't have been appreciated. So things are going grand, if you are anyway squeamish about things involving people getting it on or sperm, my advice to you us look away now.

Mammy2 was in seduction mode and whilst removing her watch , tossed it on the chest of drawers. On top of the yoghurt pot. Holding the donation. I froze whilst Mammy2 was still removing clothes and then she realised where my eyes were. She had initially thought I was joking. Luckily, the stuff is quite sturdy and we only lost about 1% of it, which ironically enough ended up on the kid's picture.

Things went fine after that once we had recovered from laughing.

The rest of the weekend was mad, with a forum meet on the Saturday night and a dismal Westmeath match on the Sunday. We were dreadful and now have the qualifiers to look forward to.

The rest of this week has been spent doing handovers as I finish up here tomorrow. I can't wait, I am so feckin tired , I'm going to sleep all weekend if I can . Well apart from the Saturday night which is the Ireland match and the Sunday which is the Dublin Meath match, when I shall don my blue colours!

And I have all next week off, thank god. It will give me enough time to stress before I start my new job.

The junior cert kicks off next Wednesday. I can't wait for it to be over, we can have part of the living room back then, from history books to Home ec books.

She's got band practice tomorrow and is not happy about it, because Gav, who she was only kissing and hadn't declared her undying love for, had been kissing other girls while she was in Holland. How dare he? Thankfully, this means he's gone.

Hopefully...