Irish Oral and being hip to the groove

The kid had her irish oral today and appeared to do alright. The examiner said she had a good grasp of the Irish Language, the kid reckons its because she's from the bog. I doubt they were her exact words but you get our drift. She's been in great form, she has her moments as do most teenagers. I was chatting to her at the weekend, and asked how her mate was, but I stuck ster on the end of the girl's name. She gave me that look, that says "Can you stop embaressing yourself?" and responded with

"Shelly, you are old, you will never be " and she did the air quotes " down with it". I don't give up though, I'm sure in some countries I would be hip. Perhaps. Mammy2 has been sick again, the poor thing. Its that time of the year, I keep mentioning Rome and she seems to perk up. We had lots of QT at the weekend, the kid stayed over in the boyfs and then 'missed' the 6 o'clock bus and got home around 10. We caught up on lots of rest and DVD watching. Yes, I know hardcore.

Work has been mental , so much so that my nixers are on hold. Its good stress though, if there is such a thing, I'm learning so much though its great. Stuff that you could be ages studying, when you're thrown in the deep end , its always the best way to learn. Although I could do without working weekends.

The best mate C finally got in touch. He rang me yesterday, I was in no mood for chit chat. He acted as if everything was normal and like he hadn't blown me off for the last 2 weeks with no contact whatsoever. When you think we used to talk at least once a day, it was a bit of a shock to the system. I guess blokes think differently to girls and in his head, I am just another nagging woman in his life. Pants to that. I don't have the energy or time or the inclination to analyse why he does the things he does. I guess I'll just leave him to it and he knows where to find me if he wants to catch up.

Things on the website have calmed down a lot thank god. My stress levels couldn't take much more of but what about meeeeeeeee bshit that was going on. I think, and I honestly believe this, the people who left, thought that if they left, the place would grind to a halt. Its a community, an online growing community which is bigger then me or anyone else on it. Listen to me, I should write for HallMark :) I'm meeting a member of the website tonight, he's been around for like forever, since the scary GCN days. I don't feel like I know him personally as we've never met but I feel like I know him. I'm not sure that made any sense, I'm pretty sure I never make any sense. I am excited and nervous
and scared. What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm a nutcase. This is most likely, it has been said to me a few times. I suppose all I can do is be myself. If that doesn't freak the bejaysus out of him, nothing will.

In summary, the last 2 weeks have been work, work, work, rest and work. Did I mention the new pillows? They are sooooo soft and warm. And make you never want to leave the bed. We thought it was a good investement as Mammy2 spends a fair amount of time in bed sleeping. Before your minds travel to the gutter. Yesterday was a strange day, I was very tired, stressed, out of sorts with the world and then a few things triggered stuff that I prefer not to think about. Like the mother and the fact that I am not pregant. We used to organise a parenting meet for gay people who were planning on having kids. It finished up around 2 years ago due to lack of interest and us not having the time. I since joined an online community and one of the couples who used to come to our meetings are pregnant. I am of course delighted for them. Its just hard, when you hear about someone else's success and yet month after month my ovaries do everything but the job they were designed for. With the Six Nations coming up, I've a good mind to avoid the rugby altogether. Let that be a lesson to the picky biatches.

That might backfire though because I like the rugby. I may need to re-think this.