Don't look at me strangely, the subject comes from a phone call with the mate R. She's south african and so a little strange. I look positively sane next to her. She was asking me did I think there were any lesbians in the stone ages. She pondered about how it would work with no conversation and what not. I asked her had she been on the scene recently, things hadn't changed all that much. I have reason to believe there still are some prehistoric lesbians out there. She's back in 3 weeks!
The kid is in Holland :) Don't get me wrong, I love that kid to bits, but a whole week without her is just bliss. We dropped herself, the sister and the boyf off at the airport at 5.30 yesterday and literally dust from the wheels to get home! Fair play to the sister for taking her for a week. Its been over a year since we have had the apartment to ourselves for such a long period of time. Yesterday when I finally crawled out of the bed, there was cleaning, christmas decorations to be taken down and what not. Its a job Mammy2 hates and as she was still tucked up in bed with a bad chest infection, I cleaned the place. By the time she arose, the place was spotless and I was working on the PC. She was so groggy at first, she didn't notice any difference. Glasses make a world of difference!
Once the cleaning was done, I did nothing. Well, after playing on the PC for a while, yes I am a nerd. I sat on the couch and watched dvds. For hours. It was a strange sensation. I got to watch Season 2 of Popular, I loved that show in the 90s and the sis got it for my birthday. We got a text from the
kid via the sis. She was looking for the boyf's landline number. She's not a gone a day and she wants to call him. This guy is looking like he might last longer then the others.
I was in strange mood yesterday, tends to happen when I switch off and calm down. Also, the episodes of Popular that I watched were all set in a hospital. One of the characters had leukaemia and was getting treatement. Everything about the scences though brought me back to St James. He had to try and walk by himself and I rememebered Mam. Every day no matter how weak she was, she wanted to try and walk. We'd sit outside and watch her, the hair on the back of her head all ruffled up because she'd been sleeping. She was so frail, and still she yapped away to the nurse about this and that. I guess no matter what a titch suffers from, our speech will be the last thing to do ;) It made me think how thankful I am for all I have in my life at the moment, I know its sounds cliched.
But whilst we are enjoying ourselves on this New Year's eve,there are people all over the country suffering. There are people in waiting rooms in hospitals, not knowing if their loved one is going to make it or not. Enough cheerfulness I hear you say, I just thought I'd put things in perspective. Things are never as bad as they seem. This moment was brought to you courtesy of Hallmark.
I've no idea what we are going to get up to for New Year's. Its the first one in a while where we won't have the kid. Mammy2 hates it, I think she'd rather sleep through it. I love it. Mam loved it, the countdown, the singing, albeit off kilter, of Auld Lang Syne and chatting about the year gone. I'd like to go out but I shall see how Mammy2 is doing. I'd hardly be the best nurse out there if I drag the patient out into the cold. And no, I don't have a uniform. Before you ask. There's a tradition of gathering at Christchurch Cathedral and the bells ring in the new year. It always gets a good crowd, so we might do that. The kid is heading to a New Year's Party with the sister. Did I mention she's turning 18 this year? She's talking about coming
to the birthday bash for my website. It would be great if she did come , except for I'd be in ribbons. She's not ugly, lets put it this way and she gets attention. I've been told by the mate J that the team will be on hand to keep an eye at all times. The poor kid, with a bodyguard on hand. Not that she'd want one. I've been told I'm overprotective? I don't know where these people are coming from! Happy New year!!!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Lyrics
"Do You Realise" - The Flaming Lips
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Friendship
Why do friendships come and go? How does a once-bosom pal wind up erased from your address book? Is a friendship that fades away necessarily a bad thing?
My first inkling that some friendships are meant to be fleeting came in my senior year in university. Friendships there had been especially intense. We'd bonded instantly and tightly, with meandering all-hours conversations about everything from the meaning of life to "What will we wear tonight?" Once I came across a line that seemed to express my 21-year-old angst. It was from James Michener's novel Centennial: 'God, he wished he could ride forever with these men ... but it could not be. Trails end, and companies of men fall apart.'
Of course! Some friendships are meant to be transitory. Like cowboys who had ridden herd together for vast distances, sharing dusty perils and round-the-campfire coffee, my university friends and I had come to the natural end of our path together. It was time to move on. Absurdly obvious, the idea was nevertheless enormously comforting. It had once seemed like a failure to me, to build a friendship only to have it squelched by sudden distance, either physical or emotional. You move across the country and struggle to replicate daily long walks with phone calls or letters. Or one of you has a baby, and the minutiae of changing nappies transforms the built-for-two bicycle into a lop-sided three-legged stool.
And that's OK. Because in addition to our friends of the heart -- the traditional, everlasting ideal -- life is rich with friends of the road who, like Michener's cowpokes, herd with you for a particular stretch and no farther. These brief friendships are equally intense, equally necessary, equally worth treasuring as any other, and for the duration of the ride, you can't survive without them.
-- Paula Spencer in Aspire, and Reader's Digest 1997 January p 122
My first inkling that some friendships are meant to be fleeting came in my senior year in university. Friendships there had been especially intense. We'd bonded instantly and tightly, with meandering all-hours conversations about everything from the meaning of life to "What will we wear tonight?" Once I came across a line that seemed to express my 21-year-old angst. It was from James Michener's novel Centennial: 'God, he wished he could ride forever with these men ... but it could not be. Trails end, and companies of men fall apart.'
Of course! Some friendships are meant to be transitory. Like cowboys who had ridden herd together for vast distances, sharing dusty perils and round-the-campfire coffee, my university friends and I had come to the natural end of our path together. It was time to move on. Absurdly obvious, the idea was nevertheless enormously comforting. It had once seemed like a failure to me, to build a friendship only to have it squelched by sudden distance, either physical or emotional. You move across the country and struggle to replicate daily long walks with phone calls or letters. Or one of you has a baby, and the minutiae of changing nappies transforms the built-for-two bicycle into a lop-sided three-legged stool.
And that's OK. Because in addition to our friends of the heart -- the traditional, everlasting ideal -- life is rich with friends of the road who, like Michener's cowpokes, herd with you for a particular stretch and no farther. These brief friendships are equally intense, equally necessary, equally worth treasuring as any other, and for the duration of the ride, you can't survive without them.
-- Paula Spencer in Aspire, and Reader's Digest 1997 January p 122
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Post Christmas blues
Although its not really, cause christmas isn't over yet. I think I'm just exhausted. We had a lovely christmas day. Dinner went well, despite the turnips not wanting to take part and the potatoes being divas. There was a stressful few minutes but it all turned out grand in the end. We were saved by the carrots. Thank god for them. And lest I forget brussel sprouts. The sister and her man flew in on the Friday, and it was great to catch up. Mammy2 and the boyf managed to get 2 words in edgeways, and that was about it. And the mate J, who came with us out to the airport. Its tradition to drag someone along. My emotions were all over the place though, before
heading out to the airport and it wasn't PMT. I was welling up every few minutes at anything and everything. So 2 hours in bed and I felt slightly more human.
Saturday we all dropped out to the in-laws to drop off presents and have a chat. They were in great form and it was good for our side of the family to mingle with theirs. Christmas eve the usual game of Pictionary. Whereby they all are brilliant and I suck, apparently. The kid who never likes playing games, she much prefers being online to 12 people at the one time and calling anyone who comes on the telly and EMO, joined in because, "Its such a laugh watching you draw". They have difficulty with the fact that I am good at art yet suck at Pictionary. Feckers. True to form, I had comments like "What on earth is that?" And "Shelly, there is no way that's a country?"
Christmas morning, the kid nearly kills us with a hug at 7.30. She wanted us up and about and opening pressies. The kid got so much stuff. The one that got the best reaction was the Lionel Ritchie CD, yes I did say Lionel Ritchie CD. She loves his music. It doesn't sit well with the death metal stuff she usually listens to but she admits to being a fan.
Mammy2 loved her rugby book and Leinster hat, although I fear the whole book thing may backfire. Its pocket sized, so I reckon we'll be in the middle of watching a six nations game when the book re-appears and she entertains us with all the details on rugby union and its rules.
The day passed as per usual, with lots of eating, drinking and watching films. We worked our way through the Snapper, D.E.B.S and Love Actually. The kid was sniffling whilst she cut her t-shirt up. We got her a stewie t-shirt, which she modifed to make it look like a hanky with just about enough material to cover her breasts. Thank feck. The last 2 nights I have sniffled into my pillow. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not someone who cries at the drop of a hat. My emotions are all over the shop. Last night was worse, I was sobbing? Like hello, could i be more dramatic. I'm sure I could. I am a lesbian after all, its right up with herbal tea and poetry. Between a misunderstanding with a friend and the sister telling me she won't be coming home for christmas next year, I lost the plot.
Its only fair, after all she's come home for the last 3 years and she wants to spend next christmas with her boyf's family. But for me, its just upsetting I guess. Christmas is all about family for me and it will be strange if its just the 3 of us. Or maybe 4 if the ovaries are anyway obliging. Speaking of the feckers, a mate got me green tea for christmas! She's so thoughtful, I'm not a fan of it usually but there is this one blend of it that's quite nice. I shall give it a try, that coupled with less stress and more excercise and voila , pregnant in no time. If there is sperm around. Obviously. I don't think its going to happen by magic.
I think I got tired of christmas this year, I organised a few things and it just felt like no-one was bothered. I had a xmas party for the people on my website, they weren't bothered, titch drinkies went well but I felt people felt they had to attend. The best mate didn't even show up, not a phone call or a txt. I don't know, I don't know if its worth the effort any more. I could just be saying this because I'm tired and emotionally wrung out. Perhaps after a good nights sleep, I'll be counting the days until next year's christmas :)
Work is very quiet, I have loads to do but suffering from a bad dose of CBA. Fanfic is a shocking distraction. I might do most it today and then my other work for the next while. There's enough to keep me going for the next week or so. I'm looking forward to going home this evening, climbing into a hot bath and chilling. If there's room in the bath for me! I got 3 more rubber duckies for christmas and I got what as to be the smallest rubber ducky ever. And he glows in the dark! What more could you ask for from a duck?
heading out to the airport and it wasn't PMT. I was welling up every few minutes at anything and everything. So 2 hours in bed and I felt slightly more human.
Saturday we all dropped out to the in-laws to drop off presents and have a chat. They were in great form and it was good for our side of the family to mingle with theirs. Christmas eve the usual game of Pictionary. Whereby they all are brilliant and I suck, apparently. The kid who never likes playing games, she much prefers being online to 12 people at the one time and calling anyone who comes on the telly and EMO, joined in because, "Its such a laugh watching you draw". They have difficulty with the fact that I am good at art yet suck at Pictionary. Feckers. True to form, I had comments like "What on earth is that?" And "Shelly, there is no way that's a country?"
Christmas morning, the kid nearly kills us with a hug at 7.30. She wanted us up and about and opening pressies. The kid got so much stuff. The one that got the best reaction was the Lionel Ritchie CD, yes I did say Lionel Ritchie CD. She loves his music. It doesn't sit well with the death metal stuff she usually listens to but she admits to being a fan.
Mammy2 loved her rugby book and Leinster hat, although I fear the whole book thing may backfire. Its pocket sized, so I reckon we'll be in the middle of watching a six nations game when the book re-appears and she entertains us with all the details on rugby union and its rules.
The day passed as per usual, with lots of eating, drinking and watching films. We worked our way through the Snapper, D.E.B.S and Love Actually. The kid was sniffling whilst she cut her t-shirt up. We got her a stewie t-shirt, which she modifed to make it look like a hanky with just about enough material to cover her breasts. Thank feck. The last 2 nights I have sniffled into my pillow. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not someone who cries at the drop of a hat. My emotions are all over the shop. Last night was worse, I was sobbing? Like hello, could i be more dramatic. I'm sure I could. I am a lesbian after all, its right up with herbal tea and poetry. Between a misunderstanding with a friend and the sister telling me she won't be coming home for christmas next year, I lost the plot.
Its only fair, after all she's come home for the last 3 years and she wants to spend next christmas with her boyf's family. But for me, its just upsetting I guess. Christmas is all about family for me and it will be strange if its just the 3 of us. Or maybe 4 if the ovaries are anyway obliging. Speaking of the feckers, a mate got me green tea for christmas! She's so thoughtful, I'm not a fan of it usually but there is this one blend of it that's quite nice. I shall give it a try, that coupled with less stress and more excercise and voila , pregnant in no time. If there is sperm around. Obviously. I don't think its going to happen by magic.
I think I got tired of christmas this year, I organised a few things and it just felt like no-one was bothered. I had a xmas party for the people on my website, they weren't bothered, titch drinkies went well but I felt people felt they had to attend. The best mate didn't even show up, not a phone call or a txt. I don't know, I don't know if its worth the effort any more. I could just be saying this because I'm tired and emotionally wrung out. Perhaps after a good nights sleep, I'll be counting the days until next year's christmas :)
Work is very quiet, I have loads to do but suffering from a bad dose of CBA. Fanfic is a shocking distraction. I might do most it today and then my other work for the next while. There's enough to keep me going for the next week or so. I'm looking forward to going home this evening, climbing into a hot bath and chilling. If there's room in the bath for me! I got 3 more rubber duckies for christmas and I got what as to be the smallest rubber ducky ever. And he glows in the dark! What more could you ask for from a duck?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Christmas exams and 'studying'
The kid is halfway through her exams and doing well. Or so she tells us. The report will most likely tell us a different story! She did okay at most of them, but French sucked. However, we are great parents. Her reason? She was chatting with her mates in school and they were stressed out as their parents are pressuring them to study and do well and what not. She was telling them how we just leave her to her own devices. I reckon one of the days we'll open the door, and there'll be 12 teenagers wanting to move in with us. Its not that we don't expect her to study, but she is quite academically minded and already puts a lot of stress on herself, so there's no need for us to crack the whip. So to speak. She's hooked on some Playstation game she's started playing. Mammy2 thinks I'm mad, but
I told her I was delighted to see her in the room playing a video game instead of studying. Its hard to explain, but its such a regular teenage thing to do. And lets face it, the last few years have been anything but regular for her. She and her mate are hanging out at the flat this evening, she's dying the mates hair. Its the first time she's brought a friend home since the whole D episode.
The girl sounds like a nice girl, I'm just wary of them all since D, the best friend who went bad. Another mate, they call her google.com cause she knows everything got the kid this HUGE mug for hot chocolate. She'll be drinking
from it until the cows come home! The other sister and her man fly in tomorrow night, its going to be cosy in the apartment with us all. I'd say there may be killings. Thankfully, the kid has the boyf so hopefully he'll keep her entertained in a non i'm going to get you pregnant way. I caught up with the best mate C on Monday, I haven't seen him in ages and he's always great to chat to. He caught up on all the goings on in titch land. And he remembered a christmas present. I wasn't expecting one at all. He's a bloke and as such forgets basics like presents. I left it under the tree though as I don't want to open it until christmas day. That way I have a few pressies to open. We have a few pressies for the kid, but we want something else as well. Well she is the kid, so she deserves to be spoiled :)
I finish up tomorrow but am back in work the day after Stephen's day. Which is a bit pants as we usually have to visit some of the extended family over the christmas and it takes the best part of a day to travel down and back.I may have to talk to my manager and see if we can come to some sort of compromise. I don't think Mam would be too happy with the fact that we haven't visited her grave in months. She might haunt us over the christmas.
We had our team night out on Tuesday, as I was part of the group responsible for organising it, I was a bit stressed about it. But it went really well thank god and everyone had a great time! There was hot ports and champers in the office and we gave out our pressies and then onto Luigi Malones for the dinner. People were a bit ropey yesterday after it, my boss had his son's school play at 10 and got about 4 hours sleep.
Tonight is titch drinkies, a tradition we've had for the last few years. Because of the lack of family members, a few of our close friends are like family and as such we used to have alternative christmas dinner with them. However, it became quite stressful to cook dinner for 6-7 people espeically when people were arriving at different times and what not. So its finger food and whatever they want to drink. Pictionary and christmas music, should be a good laugh. The kid loves it, as she gets lots of attention from everyone. Because she never gets any attention from us :)
I told her I was delighted to see her in the room playing a video game instead of studying. Its hard to explain, but its such a regular teenage thing to do. And lets face it, the last few years have been anything but regular for her. She and her mate are hanging out at the flat this evening, she's dying the mates hair. Its the first time she's brought a friend home since the whole D episode.
The girl sounds like a nice girl, I'm just wary of them all since D, the best friend who went bad. Another mate, they call her google.com cause she knows everything got the kid this HUGE mug for hot chocolate. She'll be drinking
from it until the cows come home! The other sister and her man fly in tomorrow night, its going to be cosy in the apartment with us all. I'd say there may be killings. Thankfully, the kid has the boyf so hopefully he'll keep her entertained in a non i'm going to get you pregnant way. I caught up with the best mate C on Monday, I haven't seen him in ages and he's always great to chat to. He caught up on all the goings on in titch land. And he remembered a christmas present. I wasn't expecting one at all. He's a bloke and as such forgets basics like presents. I left it under the tree though as I don't want to open it until christmas day. That way I have a few pressies to open. We have a few pressies for the kid, but we want something else as well. Well she is the kid, so she deserves to be spoiled :)
I finish up tomorrow but am back in work the day after Stephen's day. Which is a bit pants as we usually have to visit some of the extended family over the christmas and it takes the best part of a day to travel down and back.I may have to talk to my manager and see if we can come to some sort of compromise. I don't think Mam would be too happy with the fact that we haven't visited her grave in months. She might haunt us over the christmas.
We had our team night out on Tuesday, as I was part of the group responsible for organising it, I was a bit stressed about it. But it went really well thank god and everyone had a great time! There was hot ports and champers in the office and we gave out our pressies and then onto Luigi Malones for the dinner. People were a bit ropey yesterday after it, my boss had his son's school play at 10 and got about 4 hours sleep.
Tonight is titch drinkies, a tradition we've had for the last few years. Because of the lack of family members, a few of our close friends are like family and as such we used to have alternative christmas dinner with them. However, it became quite stressful to cook dinner for 6-7 people espeically when people were arriving at different times and what not. So its finger food and whatever they want to drink. Pictionary and christmas music, should be a good laugh. The kid loves it, as she gets lots of attention from everyone. Because she never gets any attention from us :)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Christmas Parties
Its the season for christmas parties. No sign of any photocopier activity though. Shame. I was looking forward to a
bit of scandal. Mammy2 had her party last night. To say that there is a fair amount of office politics where she works
would be putting in mildy. And there's only something like 7 people working there? How much politics can you have
between 7 people. Quite a bit, according to her. I arrived into to a quiet apartment and was then nearly ran over by
Mammy2 leaving the bathroom and heading into the bedroom, with a bra on her head, a pair of trousers around her ankles and a frantic "What will I wear , Shelly?" look in her eye. She settled finally on something was all set, kissed my goodbye and told me she would be home by 8.30. Yes, the meal was at 7.30, she had high plans on enjoying herself. There was talk of a Karoke bar and she said if she saw that they were heading that way, she was heading home. Best laid plans and all that. The kid spent most of the evening on the couch asleep, she had been hanging with her man and was wrecked. SAD seems to really affect her as most evenings when she gets in from school she sleeps for hours and then will sleep all night as well.
I wanted to take a picture of her as she look so peaceful while she's sleeping. Angelic almost, unless you knew her better. I got an early night and awoke to an empty bed at 2.15. For those of you who know Mammy2, staying out past 11 is a late night for her. I checked behind the bed, just in case she had come in earlier and missed the bed and fallen behind it. Stranger things have happened. But there was no sign of her. So of course, in true titch fashion , rather then assume she was having a good time, I assumed the worst and checked my phone. I had gotten a txt so she was obviously okay. 3 o'clock and there's a lot of noise at the door, either we're being burgleg or Mammy2 has arrived home. Sure enough it was herself. Slight inebriated. The trip to the bathroom was fun. I swore that twice I heard her fall into the bath and get back out. She claims she was just standing up from the toilet. She had a grand night, but everyone was bitching to everyone else about each other. I didn't explain that this is usually what happens at parties. The karoke went well, she ended up wrestling people to get the microphone off them. So much for I'm heading home once karoke kicks off.
One of my parties is tonight, I wasn't going to go as I'm not a big office party type person and most of my team aren't going. But there were questions asked as to why people weren't attending. Lots of communication in here as you can tell. I'm going to drop in and show my face. We have our team night out next week and that should be fun. I think one night out with your work crew is enough for most people, never mind 3 or 4. The kid, I won't say has been doing grand, because any time I do something happens. I would make this post, and then the school will ring and it will be the principal asking to speak to the kid's guardian. Something about her holding the entire school hostage or
god only knows what. So I will say she's going in most days. Her christmas exams are next week and she was struggling with Maths so this time she actually asked the maths teacher to explain stuff. It saved her throwing pencils at me because she doesn't understand my teaching methods.
However I am still the best big sister ever. We had sisters night at the weekend. For sisters night, read kids night. She gets all the munchies and I get used as something she has to pinch or squeeze when she gets scared. Which happens quite often. We headed to the dvd store. Its been a while since we rented so we thought there would be a lot to choose from. We had forgotten that the store specialse in never before released and straight to DVD films. Some of the crap that was on the shelves was shocking. We settled on When a Stranger Calls. Sounds ominously like a true lifer, but alas not. If you're thinking of renting this 'thriller', don't read ahead for fear of spoilers. Film opens with a horrific murder. Ominous music. We're 5 minutes in and the kid is on my lap."This looks really good, really scary doesn't it Shelly" I ask her if she could release my right arm and let the blood flow more freely. She takes a break from being wrapped around me and I can breathe again. After murder, we cut to a college. Teenager asked to babysit random couple's kids. Random couple live in isolated Kill Me here so no-one will ever find the body part of town. Lots of trees, long windy roads and no people. Couple leave, teenager takes it handy. Phone calls commence. Teenager freaks out. Turns out freaky phone calls coming from ,wait for it, inside the house. Dun dun dooon or whatever scary music would sound like it if you were to type it out. The kid is sitting on my head at this stage. I'm amazed I can see anything. Short story shorter, she escapes, saves the kids and vows to give up babysitting.
I made the mistake of flicking around the various channels and found Poltergeist, a bit dated. When I say a bit dated, I mean bellbottoms were hitting me in the face as I watched it. But its a good film. A vast improvement of When babysitters die, sorry I mean When a Stranger calls.
bit of scandal. Mammy2 had her party last night. To say that there is a fair amount of office politics where she works
would be putting in mildy. And there's only something like 7 people working there? How much politics can you have
between 7 people. Quite a bit, according to her. I arrived into to a quiet apartment and was then nearly ran over by
Mammy2 leaving the bathroom and heading into the bedroom, with a bra on her head, a pair of trousers around her ankles and a frantic "What will I wear , Shelly?" look in her eye. She settled finally on something was all set, kissed my goodbye and told me she would be home by 8.30. Yes, the meal was at 7.30, she had high plans on enjoying herself. There was talk of a Karoke bar and she said if she saw that they were heading that way, she was heading home. Best laid plans and all that. The kid spent most of the evening on the couch asleep, she had been hanging with her man and was wrecked. SAD seems to really affect her as most evenings when she gets in from school she sleeps for hours and then will sleep all night as well.
I wanted to take a picture of her as she look so peaceful while she's sleeping. Angelic almost, unless you knew her better. I got an early night and awoke to an empty bed at 2.15. For those of you who know Mammy2, staying out past 11 is a late night for her. I checked behind the bed, just in case she had come in earlier and missed the bed and fallen behind it. Stranger things have happened. But there was no sign of her. So of course, in true titch fashion , rather then assume she was having a good time, I assumed the worst and checked my phone. I had gotten a txt so she was obviously okay. 3 o'clock and there's a lot of noise at the door, either we're being burgleg or Mammy2 has arrived home. Sure enough it was herself. Slight inebriated. The trip to the bathroom was fun. I swore that twice I heard her fall into the bath and get back out. She claims she was just standing up from the toilet. She had a grand night, but everyone was bitching to everyone else about each other. I didn't explain that this is usually what happens at parties. The karoke went well, she ended up wrestling people to get the microphone off them. So much for I'm heading home once karoke kicks off.
One of my parties is tonight, I wasn't going to go as I'm not a big office party type person and most of my team aren't going. But there were questions asked as to why people weren't attending. Lots of communication in here as you can tell. I'm going to drop in and show my face. We have our team night out next week and that should be fun. I think one night out with your work crew is enough for most people, never mind 3 or 4. The kid, I won't say has been doing grand, because any time I do something happens. I would make this post, and then the school will ring and it will be the principal asking to speak to the kid's guardian. Something about her holding the entire school hostage or
god only knows what. So I will say she's going in most days. Her christmas exams are next week and she was struggling with Maths so this time she actually asked the maths teacher to explain stuff. It saved her throwing pencils at me because she doesn't understand my teaching methods.
However I am still the best big sister ever. We had sisters night at the weekend. For sisters night, read kids night. She gets all the munchies and I get used as something she has to pinch or squeeze when she gets scared. Which happens quite often. We headed to the dvd store. Its been a while since we rented so we thought there would be a lot to choose from. We had forgotten that the store specialse in never before released and straight to DVD films. Some of the crap that was on the shelves was shocking. We settled on When a Stranger Calls. Sounds ominously like a true lifer, but alas not. If you're thinking of renting this 'thriller', don't read ahead for fear of spoilers. Film opens with a horrific murder. Ominous music. We're 5 minutes in and the kid is on my lap."This looks really good, really scary doesn't it Shelly" I ask her if she could release my right arm and let the blood flow more freely. She takes a break from being wrapped around me and I can breathe again. After murder, we cut to a college. Teenager asked to babysit random couple's kids. Random couple live in isolated Kill Me here so no-one will ever find the body part of town. Lots of trees, long windy roads and no people. Couple leave, teenager takes it handy. Phone calls commence. Teenager freaks out. Turns out freaky phone calls coming from ,wait for it, inside the house. Dun dun dooon or whatever scary music would sound like it if you were to type it out. The kid is sitting on my head at this stage. I'm amazed I can see anything. Short story shorter, she escapes, saves the kids and vows to give up babysitting.
I made the mistake of flicking around the various channels and found Poltergeist, a bit dated. When I say a bit dated, I mean bellbottoms were hitting me in the face as I watched it. But its a good film. A vast improvement of When babysitters die, sorry I mean When a Stranger calls.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Someone stole the baby Jesus
A conversation with the kid yesterday was great fun. She was in fine form, thank god. She managed to get out of detention with the art teacher. Don't ask, a long story. Instead she has to finish her current assignment. Sometimes I think that art teacher is mad. She was yapping away about that and then proceeded to tell me how the crib and the christmas tree was put up in the school. No sooner was it put up, and someone stole the baby jesus and left a ransom note in its place. Asking for 10 euros and they would return the baby jesus safely. The principal made an annoucement before the end of class asking whoever stole it to come forward and return the baby. It just sounds too funny. According to herself, a 6th year stole it, chucked it out the window and doesn't know where it ended up. So I don't know what they are going to do if the ransom is paid.
The kid wore a santy hat in and was allowed wear it in class. I think the teachers must be getting into the festive spirit although the art teacher asked her to remove it. Surprise surprise. I'm convinced she's a Jeckell and Hyde type of person.
Yesterday was so stressful, I am doing really well at controlling it :) Tayto and chocolate at the same time. Things were getting bad. I had meetings about meetings and more meetings about documents that I had to finish and documents I have yet to start. I worked late, got home wrecked but the kid was in great form and decided to try and calm me down. By initally asking me when we were going to buy a house or apartment and where would we live. I think she noticed the steam coming out of my ears. She helped me wrap up a parcel I have to post today, I think I was being a bit ambitious by thinking the presents would fit into the box I bought. They really should have display boxes. I mean, you look at it, you think it will fit and then you try to squeeze everything in. To add insult to injury I just checked the dates and apparently I've missed the last date for posting?!
Shazzbot. It looks like it will be a new year gift. Pants.
After wrestling with the present and getting more stressed, I had thought I would do some more work. Who was I fooling, went online, got ranted at for a while, decided I'd had enough of that and logged off. The kid at this must have been picking up on the stress vibes as she disappeared. 10 minutes later she grabs my hand, throws a towel at me and brings me into the bathroom where she has run a bath for me. How sweet was that. Although I was on alert for her looking for something, it turns out she was being nice and looking after me. I must have appeared quite stressed. A hot bath, bed and some of my happy music, I was so relaxed! I even managed to do the morning shift this morning. Check me out. Its onto more documents and meetings, but I finish today until Tuesday. I can't complain :)
The kid wore a santy hat in and was allowed wear it in class. I think the teachers must be getting into the festive spirit although the art teacher asked her to remove it. Surprise surprise. I'm convinced she's a Jeckell and Hyde type of person.
Yesterday was so stressful, I am doing really well at controlling it :) Tayto and chocolate at the same time. Things were getting bad. I had meetings about meetings and more meetings about documents that I had to finish and documents I have yet to start. I worked late, got home wrecked but the kid was in great form and decided to try and calm me down. By initally asking me when we were going to buy a house or apartment and where would we live. I think she noticed the steam coming out of my ears. She helped me wrap up a parcel I have to post today, I think I was being a bit ambitious by thinking the presents would fit into the box I bought. They really should have display boxes. I mean, you look at it, you think it will fit and then you try to squeeze everything in. To add insult to injury I just checked the dates and apparently I've missed the last date for posting?!
Shazzbot. It looks like it will be a new year gift. Pants.
After wrestling with the present and getting more stressed, I had thought I would do some more work. Who was I fooling, went online, got ranted at for a while, decided I'd had enough of that and logged off. The kid at this must have been picking up on the stress vibes as she disappeared. 10 minutes later she grabs my hand, throws a towel at me and brings me into the bathroom where she has run a bath for me. How sweet was that. Although I was on alert for her looking for something, it turns out she was being nice and looking after me. I must have appeared quite stressed. A hot bath, bed and some of my happy music, I was so relaxed! I even managed to do the morning shift this morning. Check me out. Its onto more documents and meetings, but I finish today until Tuesday. I can't complain :)
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Much ado about....
Processing takes time, I'm beginning to see this now. My initial reactions of what the feic was the kid thinking and how I was thankful she miscarried. Also, I guess both myself and Mammy2 were in denial about it being a miscarriage and were of the opinion it was a late period. She had a checkup yesterday at the Rotunda. According to the doctors, it was a miscarriage and she was 7 weeks gone. I'd be interested to see how they do their maths? I've become fairly familar with the workings of my own body with having attempts so its 2 weeks from ovulation to period and 2 weeks from period to ovulation, if your cycle is regular. So if she did the test when she was late, she would have been
only 3 weeks gone? Or something
* head implodes *
Anyways, she's doing better. I'm trying to understand why she was so upset. I guess I can't see it from her point of view. She's 17, with her whole life ahead of her and she's upset about this. I need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture I suppose. I got some good advice from one of the mates, she's very good at advice so I'm going to take it on board. I'm also going to try and get it into my head that the kid is no longer a kid but she's turning into a young woman. The brother rang at the weekend. I haven't heard from him since I asked him over 20 times to put some money into the college fund. Apparently he's getting it sorted. Like I told the sister, I'll believe it when I see it. Its supposed to be going in this Friday. But at least we're talking again, I hate falling out with him. But he is beyond head wrecking at times. Mam wouldn't like us to be fighting over the christmas period either so its worked out okay thank god.
He was chatting away about how our cousin, his half brother has moved in with him for the moment. P was one of the nicer cousins, and is also the brother's half brother. Confused? Good! I may have mentioned before about the kid being abused by one of the cousins when she was about 5 or 6. Not this cousin obviously. P's brother E was the little shit who put his hands near the kid and hasn't been allowed within a 10 yard radius of the family house since. Arsehole. P and the brother were watching Law and Order SVU, cheerful viewing, and the subject of abuse came up. P tried suggesting that the kid led E on. She was 6? And she led him on! I mean WTF? Thankfully the brother threatened to put him through the wall if he suggested such a thing again. Where do you begin to deal with someone who thinks like that? Thankfully I wasn't around or P would be sleeping in a hostel with a few broken bones.
I've put in for Friday and Monday off, as I can't take leave over the christmas. Its a bit pants but I'm looking forward to a couple of days off. I'm under orders to do no work. We'll see! The kid has an appointment to go get an x-ray in James. Everytime she goes to the doctor, she comes out with more illnesses and injuries then she went in with. I blame the doctor, she should stop caring about her patients. Thankfully, the lanky boyf L is bringing her as I told her I didn't think I could face James Hospital. She'll probably come home with crutches. Knowing her. And she'll use them to assuault her Art teacher. That love-hate-hate relationship continues. Her latest project is a poster for Rag Week, to see she is unimpressed with the assignment is putting it mildly. Its still sitting on the living room floor. She also managed to get detention. For not going to Newgrange. I can see the Art teacher being top of her hit list. Maths is going well for her, she has moved on from the evils of probability thankfully. It gave me a headache as well as her.
Christmas shopping takes place on Friday thankfully, finally we can put some pressies under the tree! Yay!
only 3 weeks gone? Or something
* head implodes *
Anyways, she's doing better. I'm trying to understand why she was so upset. I guess I can't see it from her point of view. She's 17, with her whole life ahead of her and she's upset about this. I need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture I suppose. I got some good advice from one of the mates, she's very good at advice so I'm going to take it on board. I'm also going to try and get it into my head that the kid is no longer a kid but she's turning into a young woman. The brother rang at the weekend. I haven't heard from him since I asked him over 20 times to put some money into the college fund. Apparently he's getting it sorted. Like I told the sister, I'll believe it when I see it. Its supposed to be going in this Friday. But at least we're talking again, I hate falling out with him. But he is beyond head wrecking at times. Mam wouldn't like us to be fighting over the christmas period either so its worked out okay thank god.
He was chatting away about how our cousin, his half brother has moved in with him for the moment. P was one of the nicer cousins, and is also the brother's half brother. Confused? Good! I may have mentioned before about the kid being abused by one of the cousins when she was about 5 or 6. Not this cousin obviously. P's brother E was the little shit who put his hands near the kid and hasn't been allowed within a 10 yard radius of the family house since. Arsehole. P and the brother were watching Law and Order SVU, cheerful viewing, and the subject of abuse came up. P tried suggesting that the kid led E on. She was 6? And she led him on! I mean WTF? Thankfully the brother threatened to put him through the wall if he suggested such a thing again. Where do you begin to deal with someone who thinks like that? Thankfully I wasn't around or P would be sleeping in a hostel with a few broken bones.
I've put in for Friday and Monday off, as I can't take leave over the christmas. Its a bit pants but I'm looking forward to a couple of days off. I'm under orders to do no work. We'll see! The kid has an appointment to go get an x-ray in James. Everytime she goes to the doctor, she comes out with more illnesses and injuries then she went in with. I blame the doctor, she should stop caring about her patients. Thankfully, the lanky boyf L is bringing her as I told her I didn't think I could face James Hospital. She'll probably come home with crutches. Knowing her. And she'll use them to assuault her Art teacher. That love-hate-hate relationship continues. Her latest project is a poster for Rag Week, to see she is unimpressed with the assignment is putting it mildly. Its still sitting on the living room floor. She also managed to get detention. For not going to Newgrange. I can see the Art teacher being top of her hit list. Maths is going well for her, she has moved on from the evils of probability thankfully. It gave me a headache as well as her.
Christmas shopping takes place on Friday thankfully, finally we can put some pressies under the tree! Yay!
Friday, December 01, 2006
I like work. It fascinates me. I sit and look at it for hours.
The last few days can be summariesed in the following few words. Stress, work, stress, work, more work, baby attempts and that Friday feeling! A long, long chat was had with the kid on Wedensday night. Somethings were explained that she might not have been or was not interested enough
in to care about. She appeared to take it and chez titch is a happier home once more. Thank god. She's off to the doctor this evening and is getting her perscription for the pill. One headache down, 10 to go. I wonder if I made a tape and played it every night to her whilst she was asleep along
the lines of how bad sex is for you and you may die if you ever sleep with someone again? A tad harsh?
Maybe. Family meetings over, its time to get pregnant. Yes, nicely squeezed in there between family meetings and work. On with the mood. I perhaps am one of the few people who considers a syringe a sex toy. I lead a sheltered life, okay? Par example, oral sex? Up until the tender age of 24, I assumed it was a bunch of people sitting around talking about sex.
Our man had a hot date so he did his thang and left. We were only going to have one attempt as the early morning he had planned wasn't going to work for us but as it turns out he ended up leaving later so we thought ah sure feck it. You never know, it could be the one. Domestic bliss as the kid legs it from the toilet, he heads into the bathroom, Mammy2 is making her lunch and I'm writing her a note as to why she was absent for the 2 previous days. The kid is dispatched, our man leaves, its on with the Barry White music and baby making. If this attempt isn't successful, I may take a trip to the doc and see what's going on. Or perhaps it might be because I haven't started drinking green tea. Mainly because I don't believe it has magic baby making abilities, much like that article during the week about women who eat roast potatoes are more likely to get pregnant? Please? I should be dropping sproglets every 5 minutes if that was the case.
I got a phone call from the uncle in england today. I haven't heard from him in eons and I assumed he was after something. I was right. He needs me to get a copy of his birth cert and send it him so he can get his passport. I made the mistake of asking where his passport ended up. Long story involving it being 'stolen' not sold and what not. He is such a shyster. You know Delboy in Only Fools and Horses, he has nothing on this character. He's the bad boy of the family. I get along with him, in small doses. He is the funny uncle and the one you always end up telling stories. I suppose he was also the closest thing to a father figure I had when we moved from the family home to live with the grandparents. Its amazing I turned out as responsible as I did with him as a role model.
I found out that I have to work over the christmas AND I'm on call. Pants to that. In fairness on call just involves leaving the phone off. I only ever got a call once and it was a mistake. Granted, the support person didn't realise this until I was in work and at my PC. 10 o'clock of a Sunday morning. But its Christmas! And I want to put up the decorations in here, the boss has been been very understanding and agreed. But one of the guys wants us to wait until Monday as he has some decorations he wants to bring in. So I'll hold off for a while. Just about! I asked the receptionist when was the tree going up and she said that she'd ask Facilities and see what the sceal is. Apparently, I wasn't the first to ask.
* assumes smug face *
So there's another person out there who's more into christmas then me. Who knew? Along with christmas comes the efforts of the guards to ensure traffic jams, I mean traffic flow. Operation Freeflow. I love it because there's a female guard at most junctions. They are so cute. And pocket sized. Seriously that height restriction must have been dropped as soon as I decided I didn't want to become a guard. I'm glad now. Because its quite hard to have a fantasy about a uniform that you have to iron every morning. That's probably an overshare.
The kid has three weeks and then she's off on holidays for the christmas. If she survives until then and the art teacher hasn't killed her in the meantime. They've come to blows again and she's going to the vice-principle to give out about her. Some day we will have a full week in school with no incidents. Granted, it will be when she's finished. She's also off to Holland for the new year. Seven days without her around. I think a break will do us all good but with the last year I cannot wait for a break :)
in to care about. She appeared to take it and chez titch is a happier home once more. Thank god. She's off to the doctor this evening and is getting her perscription for the pill. One headache down, 10 to go. I wonder if I made a tape and played it every night to her whilst she was asleep along
the lines of how bad sex is for you and you may die if you ever sleep with someone again? A tad harsh?
Maybe. Family meetings over, its time to get pregnant. Yes, nicely squeezed in there between family meetings and work. On with the mood. I perhaps am one of the few people who considers a syringe a sex toy. I lead a sheltered life, okay? Par example, oral sex? Up until the tender age of 24, I assumed it was a bunch of people sitting around talking about sex.
Our man had a hot date so he did his thang and left. We were only going to have one attempt as the early morning he had planned wasn't going to work for us but as it turns out he ended up leaving later so we thought ah sure feck it. You never know, it could be the one. Domestic bliss as the kid legs it from the toilet, he heads into the bathroom, Mammy2 is making her lunch and I'm writing her a note as to why she was absent for the 2 previous days. The kid is dispatched, our man leaves, its on with the Barry White music and baby making. If this attempt isn't successful, I may take a trip to the doc and see what's going on. Or perhaps it might be because I haven't started drinking green tea. Mainly because I don't believe it has magic baby making abilities, much like that article during the week about women who eat roast potatoes are more likely to get pregnant? Please? I should be dropping sproglets every 5 minutes if that was the case.
I got a phone call from the uncle in england today. I haven't heard from him in eons and I assumed he was after something. I was right. He needs me to get a copy of his birth cert and send it him so he can get his passport. I made the mistake of asking where his passport ended up. Long story involving it being 'stolen' not sold and what not. He is such a shyster. You know Delboy in Only Fools and Horses, he has nothing on this character. He's the bad boy of the family. I get along with him, in small doses. He is the funny uncle and the one you always end up telling stories. I suppose he was also the closest thing to a father figure I had when we moved from the family home to live with the grandparents. Its amazing I turned out as responsible as I did with him as a role model.
I found out that I have to work over the christmas AND I'm on call. Pants to that. In fairness on call just involves leaving the phone off. I only ever got a call once and it was a mistake. Granted, the support person didn't realise this until I was in work and at my PC. 10 o'clock of a Sunday morning. But its Christmas! And I want to put up the decorations in here, the boss has been been very understanding and agreed. But one of the guys wants us to wait until Monday as he has some decorations he wants to bring in. So I'll hold off for a while. Just about! I asked the receptionist when was the tree going up and she said that she'd ask Facilities and see what the sceal is. Apparently, I wasn't the first to ask.
* assumes smug face *
So there's another person out there who's more into christmas then me. Who knew? Along with christmas comes the efforts of the guards to ensure traffic jams, I mean traffic flow. Operation Freeflow. I love it because there's a female guard at most junctions. They are so cute. And pocket sized. Seriously that height restriction must have been dropped as soon as I decided I didn't want to become a guard. I'm glad now. Because its quite hard to have a fantasy about a uniform that you have to iron every morning. That's probably an overshare.
The kid has three weeks and then she's off on holidays for the christmas. If she survives until then and the art teacher hasn't killed her in the meantime. They've come to blows again and she's going to the vice-principle to give out about her. Some day we will have a full week in school with no incidents. Granted, it will be when she's finished. She's also off to Holland for the new year. Seven days without her around. I think a break will do us all good but with the last year I cannot wait for a break :)
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