Vegetarianism? Not the kid

We were treated to 30+ minutes of a video the boyj and his band playing in the Battle of the Bands comp which they came second in last week. All I could hear was the singer roaring, I couldn't make out any lyrics. We were dragged from the kitchen at various stages during the video to hear a riff that the boy wrote. It sounded the exact same as all the other music, but we tried to appear like we knew what they were talking about. Even thoug we hadn't a clue. I admired his guitar and head banging abilities and went back to cooking the dinner and chatting to Mammy2 about her day was. Yes I am that old.

It was great to have the boyf around to hang as she hadn't seen him all weekend and hence most of the weekend was spent hanging with us. She arrived in on Saturday morning at 9 wanting to know what we had planned to do for the day. The choir of small boys stood 2 steps behind her. I explained as best I could that weekends we liked to relax and chill out and perhaps do some housework. I looked back to where she had been sitting and there was an empty spot. Obviously the word housework worked like a charm.

She's been doing great in school. She had her DAT's I think they are called, their name changes every few days and she got high marks in all of them. Highest in literacy and science, strangely enough. I would have thought art. So now her plan is to do 4 years studying science, find a cure for cancer, then take a year out and go on and study art for 4 years. Big change from the girl who wasn't going onto college a year ago. She's going to be a perennial student by the looks of things!

Vegetarianism is gone out the window. I think its as a result of 2 things. She's been getting lots of tummy cramps from not eating properly. Mainly because she can't wait until we get home from work to get dinner, so she'll get something quick like soup or noodles and its not really a hearty meal. She woke us up on Saturday night , worried that she was going to pass away like Mam because she keeps getting the same pains and stuff. The poor thing. I got up with her, tucked her in and told her that she needs to start feeding herself properly and eating more dinners and stuff. This seemed to calm her down a bit. I also explained that Mam was a lot older then 16 and that her doctor was a muppet and that's why the tumour went un-diagnosed for so long. She dozed off shortly afterwards.

We went and did a small shop in the nearby market and she was starving so the basket was full before we got past the veg section. She was picking up picnic ham and I casually informed her vegetarians are not big fans of picnic ham. She said she was thinking of going back on meat. I hear a Hallejulah chorus behind me, but I ignored it. We purchased the ham, then she wanted black and white puddings and wanted me to cook her a grill. Some vegetarians take adjusting to live back on meat. This one is pratically standing beside the cow as its killed with 2 slices of bread. I can't complain, she's easier to feed when she's eating meat.

The weekend was a strange one. I still wasn't back to full health so was taking it easy. The weather went from sunshine to showers. And when I say showers, it was as if God was playing golf and dropped 365436 balls from the sky at one stage, such was the hailstones that fell. All very dramatic. And very much Irish.
I was knocked for six on Saturday by a simple thing such as cut grass. Its getting to that stage where the grass needs cutting and the meadows are starting to grow down the country. Soon the turf will need to be brought home. I miss the country. The smell of grass always reminds me of Mam.
She was obessed with her lawns. Even when she was in hospital, after on of her many operations, she'd always ask about the lawns. We always had them done though, you never know when she'd take a figary and hop into an ambulance and demand they swing by her house to make sure
we weren't lying. I got a wee bit upset, although this could also have to do with PMT. I pulled myself together and met the mate R, for some shopping.

I had images of being dragged from shop to shop, with stuff being held up for my approval or dis-approval. Thankfully, she's much more practical then that. The rest of the weekend was spent cleaning, watching the final few episodes of the L word and watching the kid throw vegetarianism to the side with great gutso. Its like she was never one.