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New Potatoes

Today has to have been one of the most unproductive whilst supposed to be productive days in a long time. The server is up and down like a jockey and I am getting the stupidest error message ever from my java app. There's no main class defined. As if I wouldn't define a main class? Back to my favourite subject, potatoes. As it has been a bad year for potatoes I have not had the pleasure of having new potatoes yet, you know the ones. Floury, fall apart at the touch of a fork. I have to stop describing else I may start drooling at my desk and my work mates already think I am a werid one. Its the whole meerkat country music thing that has them slightly perturbed. I have oft bemoaned the lack of new potatoes to my tea buddy and what do you think she did. At the weekend, she purchased a bag of new potatoes for me. I am beyond happy. I cannot wait to cook them and at the moment am having potato foreplay ;) Nyoms!

The kid had her first portfolio course interview this morning. She wasn't too happy about it. According to Mammy2, she wanted to take a year out. From what was what I wondered? I mean, its not as if she is under any pressure? Teenagers, I'll never understand them. Anyhew, the signs are good and they want her to come in and register on Friday. She has 2 more interviews tomorrow and so hopefully she'll have her pick of courses. When she has decided that the whole year out thing isn't going to work out. In a few days we'll be in Rome. We had a chat with the 2 girls. The mate K wanted to know if she would be allowed wear her new rocks with the knifes sticking out of them on the plane. When you consider they take a nail clippers off you, we said that it might be best to leave them here. The kid is also loaning her some jeans as all she has are short skirts and I explained in as much a restrained tone as possible that the italian men are somewhat different from the irish men and I may get arrested for batying them up and I didn't really fancy spending my holiday under lock and key. Thankfully they appeared to have listened to what I said, it makes a pleasent change.

Yesterday we caught up with the mate J. Since aquiring a girlfriend, we haven't seen much of her and as she's a private person at the best of times, a whole 2 weeks without seeing her would involve god only knows what stories she might have neglected to share. And I was right. She had purchased an ibook no less. She's turning to the Mac dark side. We had a lovely night, tried out an Indian restaurent on Manor Street. A few years ago, the only
way you would have got me within a 10 yard radius of Manor Street was under garda escort but the place has really developed and I wasn't scared at all. Until we got to Smithfield and there was a group of teenage girls sitting against the wall. I took a detour whilst brave Mammy2 and the mate faced the music. Not that anything happened but the potential is always there. One could get their eye taken out by a velour tracksuit.

I am so looking forward to my holiday. The day job is starting to get quite stressful and I don't like to stress about work as a rule. I prefer to save my stress for something much more worthwhile like life ;) Rome in less then 4 days and a whole week off work.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to work we go...

Its a case of me procrastinating again. Its starting to become a habit, the more work I need to do , the more I switch off. This week I have to deliver 2 XML processors written in java, a JSP template for displaying the XML I am storing and I am also on work requests and I have to do an early release tomorrow morning at 7.30. Funnily enough I'm not stressed. I reckon I can get it all done. Here's hoping. I am on holdiays from Friday onwards, as we all head to Italy. The kid and the mate K are looking forward to it. The mate K is a bit out of sorts at the moment. Her mam is breaking up with her boyfriend, and apparently the other night, he walloped her. Thankfully, with dublin families, there's is always siblings who can deal with this thing. The mother is the youngest in her family and she went to stay with her sister, the eldest. Once the sister made sure she was okay, she headed down to the house and broke the boyf's 2 front teeth. Only way to deal with an asshole who raises his fist to a woman. The kid is being in protective mode at the moment. She has moved out of her mood she was in last week. Herself and Mammy2 clashed a fair bit but we had another family meeting on Saturday and thankfully, we seem to have sorted things.

The family meeting came about as a result of me arriving home on Friday evening to the place looking like a tip, and wet clothes all over the place. The washing machine is still on the blink, no thanks to our estate agent who is a complete waste of space. The kid had decided to try her hand at hand washing. All of her clothes. Most of them were on the clothes horse, dripping all over the living room floor, the rest were in a basin dripping all over the kitchen. The takeaway packages were still in the kitchen making the place smell like a chipper. I was not impressed. Once I calmed down, I set to work at the clothes, getting the kid to help. She'd never hand washed before so this was
an expierence for her. We got through most of the clothes, ,mopped up the floor and she brought the rubbish down once I bagged it all. The place looked a lot tidier but I was still peeved. I mean, it doesn't take much to tidy the place. The kid said Mammy2 was being short with her and in fairness Mammy2 did have a cranky head on her on the Friday. I decided then that we should have a chat about it. Mammy2 had her work leaving do on that evening so there was no point in saying anything until the following day.

The meeting went well, everyone voiced their concerns issues etc, and I think hopefully we can all get along better and keep the place a bit tidier. It was our wedding anniversary, 7 years! As the sister said in her txt, U-haulers! We had nothing planned as I didn't know what state Mammy2 would be in from her leaving do. I was up early and headed training determined to start back into it 100%. It was a womens only class, which was different but good. As there was an uneven number, I had the joy of partnering the punchbag. Hence the reason I am hobbling around today :) As Mammy2 was still out for the count as I was leaving, I decided to pick her up brekkie on the way back thinking her hangover might be hungry. Fresh have some really nice sandwiches and stuff so I got her a toastie and a smoothie. We headed out for a meal that evening to Little Italy, we should have shares in that place we're there so often.
Had a lovely night with Mammy2, with lots of chats and quality time. We got home, to find the lights all out and candles everywhere. The kid was standing with a bottle of wine opened and the table set with a cake in the middle. She had baked a cake for our anniversary and set the place up so it would be romantic. She can be so thoughtful at times. Of course we had to have a glass of chilled red wine! She made a little card as well. She was so sweet.

Yesterday, we won't talk about as the Dubs were beaten. I was so sure that it was their year, but alas not. Its back to the drawing board for Paul Caffery if he gets another year. The deal was for 3 years and whilst he did bring home 3 leinster titles, they want an All Ireland. I can't see Kerry being beaten in the final. That's the Championships for another year, until the League starts back and I can start wearing my Westmeath jersey again :)

Mais, la souris est en dessous la table, le chat est sur la chaise et le singe est … est … le singe est disparu!

Yes, instead of studying my XML feeds I am in fact browsing the interweb and I just know next week will be mental and I will most likely have to work late. Pants to that. Because I am going on holiday, they appear to have lost the plot completly and my boss is wondering how I got my holidays approved. Possibly because I put in for them ages ago. Thankfully my boss is not the usual business type men who are complete arseholes. You know the sort. He's a very nice guy and when he winks at me, I turn into a school girl. He's gorgues, married and has 3 kids. When he goes out with us for drinks, he talks about his wife and/or his kids. He's the perfect man, I am convinced of it. As if the halo wasn't shining enough, he is on the parent's committee where his son goes to school.

The kid has another interiew next week for a portfolio course. On the same day and an hour before the one she has in Ballyfermot. I think there will be some re-scheduling along the way. I apparently have to ring. I love the responsiblity she has taken on with turning 18. She's making an appointment to get her hair bleached tomorrow. Don't ask, I didn't. I arrived home last night to find her with her lip freshly pierced and a bar through her ear. I asked her what was wrong with her nose. She rolled her eyes at me. We had a small conversation about Rome. We fly out next Sunday and I am already stressing. Yes, strange that. Basically, she wears small outfits. I'm being nice because
she's my kid. And Italian men are not famed for their lack of touching. I don't want to spend most of my holiday in an Italian jail cell even if Helga is my room mate. Seriously, I will be pulled off any guy that gets within a 10 yard radius of her. As a compromise I asked her to wear a jumper at all times. She looked at me as if I had crash landed from another planet. Its going to be roasting over there, she claims and she is NOT wearing loads of clothes. I chukcled at the idea of her and loads of clothes. There's more material in her bra then most of her tops.

Mammy2 finished up on Tuesday from work but her final day is today when she goes out with the work crowd for a meal. Thankfully, some of the newer people who she gets on well with are going so there's a chance she might enjoy herself. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. 7 years :) I think its getting serious. We have nothing planned at the moment, but depending on the weather I think we might head to Dun Laoghaire for the Fesitval of World Culture. The complete opposite of that is Sunday with the GAA. Culture and the Dubs playing do not go hand in hand. All ireland semi -final and they are playing Kerry. Mammy2 thinks they haven't a chance but I reckon its their year. They've come so close the last few years and this is their best chance ever at getting their hands on the sam maguire.

The kid appears to be doing a lot better thank god. I asked her when her therapist was going to get in touch with her, and she said whenever she rang to make an appointment so she's obviously doing okay. I think she's going to go see her next week. I suppose we'll get an update then. She's heading to some party tonight. The mate's K's mate is having a bday party and even though they don't like the girl, they have to put in an appearence apparently. I guess they're like the IT girls or so they think.

Holidays

We're just back from the wilds of Horst after 4 very relaxing days with the sister and her boyf in Holland. There's nothing quite like a holiday. Espeically after the last week that we had. Between the kid going for a late night swim to the leaving cert results to working loads, we needed a break. And over with the sister was great. Catching up on all the news, pottering around the small town she lives in and lots of socialising. I got some cool gifts, the latest mr potato head which I shall post a picture of as soon as I upload the pics. I know you can't wait to seem the picture :) I got some really nice gifts from Mammy2's family including a boxed Garth Brooks set of cds. Lots and lots of country music.

The holiday was great, I was offline for all of it and loved it. Apart from on the first day when my shoulder started complianing about not being used. I think it works the opposite way around. It gives out when I don't do work. But I didn't miss it at all. We relaxed, read a book, a whole book I mananged to finish. I was determined. It was a funny one for a change and not about irish history. It came recommended from the sister and we have a very similar sense of humour. Her mates were very nice and chipped in and got me a model Hew Holland. A lot bigger then the ones I have, and they got me a new holland shirt and a stickers as well. I was well chuffed. There's also a picture of it somewhere and I'll see if I can find it when I upload the pics.

Its strange as this time last year I was over, but I was no-where near as relaxed. I guess mentally I was in a different place as those therapist people would call it. We caught up with a lot of the sister's mates, sat out in the sun, went for a lovely Indian meal and lots of chilling ;) We even managed to catch some of the GAA. One of the sister's mates is from Meath, but we don't hold that against her and Meath were playing Cork in the first of the All Ireland sem-finals on the Sunday. We got the train to Eindhoven and found an irish pub there. There were about 14 screens in the place and we found one that was showing the GAA. I won't launch into a rant about our national sport. There's no need as you already heard it all before ;)

The kid was in grand form thank god. Otherwise, we'd have brought her with us. She stayed with the boyf for the days that we were gone, so at least we knew she would be looked after and when he wasn't around, his lovely mother was. Just the pampering she needed. We rang her on the Sunday and she was all chat. She's back tonight I think. She seems to be on the road to recovery thank god. Whilst over in Holland chilling, and with no work to distract me , I get to thinking about all the stuff that's happened. Work is good for avoidence tactics. I processed a lot of it and am still not fully over it I think. I guess its like there has been one thing after another for the last 4 years, that now when its calm, its strange. But I'll talk calm any day. Right now the highlight of any week is a Saturday afternoon on the couch with Mammy2 reading the paper. Yes, I am that boring :)

As a complate aside, if you think I am nuts, then you should be worried about my co-workers. One of them cut out this cartoon this morning for me, with the following saying:

You have to admit - there's no rule on the books saying a meerkat can't play rugby.

I need to get it on a t-shirt!

She passed.

The kid did more then pass, she got 3 honours and 3 passes and she failed Chemistry. Something she is more proud of then her honours. Strange teenager that she is. Being up at the school at 8.15 of a morning and not having to meet the principle/vice/student counseller makes a refreshing change. Shame about the constant nerves in the stomach though. As it turns out, the school wasn't giving out the results until 9.30. Sadists that they were. With nothing to do but sit and think about the results, Mammy2 decided that we could be useful and do the grocery shopping. Grocery shopping at 8.20 might sound like the idea of a lunatic, but in fairness the shopping centre was fairly empty and it was a nice change from crashing trollies with some Dublin mammy intent on getting to the petit filou special offer before you do. And killing you in the process makes the offer seem all that more special.

We arrived back at the school to find girls jumping around the place screaming about passing and tears and phone calls and no sign of our teenager and the mate K. We tried ringing. No luck. Txts. No luck. We had visions of her crying in the toilet, the best mate had been convinced she would fail so we were worried. Finally after about 15 minutes of chewing the car seats, the 2 of them arrive out. The kid was a bit shocked as was the mate. They both passed and the kid got the
2 honours she needs. We were so chuffed and so proud of both of them.

The calm after the storm

Its been a very strange few days. Hard to put into words really. You know when things are going so well, you don't even stop to think that there might be something up. The kid was fine, what little we saw of her. She was back with the boyfriend and had just bought her DEBs dress and shoes. Everything seemed fine. Herself and the mate K headed to Fibbers as they usually do on a Thursday night.

We had a chilled out evening, I did some work and then we watched some tv. Tucked up in bed at 9, and we are awoken to the sounds of them coming in and then a quiet tapping on the door. K came in to tell us that the kid had jumped into the Liffey and was very upset and would we have a talk to her. Obviously we were all over the place. We assumed the positions we have also done with her. I put the kettle on and Mammy2 gave her loads of hugs. She was pretty shook and soaking. We got her into the shower and then I noticed her legs were covered in cuts. She's started cutting herself again. I was so shocked. I mean, like I said, everything is going well. Or so I thought. Obviously I was wrong. She was sobbing and hardly able to talk. She was muttering about how she made Mam sick and was a bad person. Between hiccups. She was quite drunk as well. After the shower. she calmed down enough to talk. Someone had made some comment about her and she got really angry.

It must have been a pretty bad comment to drive her over the edge. I guess it was the final straw as she said things
have been building up in her head lately. I didn't know what to say. We tried talking to her, the mate K was great for
talking to her and the kid actually listens. Myself and Mammy2 sat and let her try and talk to the kid. We had a chat with her as well, asking her to maybe think about going back to her therapist. She said she doesn't really talk to her therapist. Apparently, she's afraid to open up because she'll cry and it will ruin her makeup. I'm not making this up. She's mad.

We agreed that she is to make an appointment and Mammy2 said she'd go along with her. I said to make she wears no makeup! Once we had her tucked up in bed, we both went to bed but it was impossible to sleep. I was going through everything in my head. She's often mentioned doing something like this before but she has never actually gone through with it. Myself and Mammy2 had a chat about it and we are going to try and make more of an effort with family time. Come to some sort of agreement about spending family time together at least twice a week. I guess, in some aspects she's 18 and an adult, and in others she needs us as much as she used to. That hasn't changed.

The mate K was fuming with some guy she stopped to ask for help. He just looked into the river at the kid and asked her if she was happy with herself. Chatting to the sister K on gchat the following morning about the whole thing, I thought it would be better then sending her an email, she asked if yer man was drunk. I said and I quote "K" , we like to refer to each other by letters a lot,"it was a thursday night after 1 in Dublin city, what are the odds on him being sober?"

The kid seems to be doing better. She was in good form over the weekend. Despite the fact that the mate K and her baby brother stayed over on Friday. She got hardly any sleep as they slept in her room. It was an unplanned sleepover. K's sister was out and K had no way of getting in contact with her and so couldn't get into the house as she didn't have keys. Her sister sounds like a complete idiot. K and the baby headed off on Saturday morning and the kid wandered around like a zombie. The boyfriend was calling over to hang with her as she didn't want to leave the safety of the apartment. Which was great, because we knew she'd have company whilst we went to the mate J's bday dinner. It was good fun but we were both wrecked and emotionally wrung out so we didn't stay out too late after the meal.

Most of Sunday was spent hanging with the clan and cooking them sunday dinner. Roast potaoes are the best :) I also managed to finally finish the redesign of my website. Its live now, thank god. You have no idea the amount of work that went into it. I'm so relieved. No more working weekends or evenings, I am going to have so much free time on my hands. The kid will be sick of me wanting to hang with her. I must start putting some black eye make up on, to fit in like.

First Birthday Pressie :)

Check it out! I got post this morning at work, which was great as I never get post and it was my first bday pressie! The mate R got it sent to me. I LOVE this film, if you haven't already seen it, do so.


The fact that no-one has mentioned my birthday made me think people had forgotten. Me being a Leo and all, I
would not be impressed. * flicks mane * Ow, that hurt.I am not well today. I blame R. She was knocking back the cocktails like they were going out of fashion. Drinking on a school night is never a good idea. I am a bit better then this morning when I am pretty sure I was green. Got a txt from the kid yesterday. She got back with the boyf. His mother's cooking must be something else, or she felt like she was deserting the cat who knows. I told her if I registered with Bebo I would probably know more with what's going on in her life. The scary thing is its true. I don't remember her ever getting back with someone once she broke up with them. So either I is a really nice guy and she loves him or his mother is really nice and she doesn't want to lose that.

The boss and the project manager are away this week, hence the plethora of updates and very little else. I got my
amazon API working and am now onto eBay just in case you were wondering like. :P I'm looking forward to Holland
next weekend, a break from the madness that is Ireland. I will actually be offline for 4-5 days. I'm not sure about
that. The sister has a PC but I reckon Mammy2 has already briefed her in hiding the thing from me.

The 83 is on the bridge

It's a random txt I send to the kid and vice versa. Stems from the days of coming out the door when we were walking her to the bus stop and sometimes the bus would be on the bridge and we'd have to run for it. Don't ask it makes more sense to me then anyone. I think the kid is starting to think I'm losing it. Or else has always thought it :) We had a great weekend despite me working for a lot of it. Thankfully,it will be the 2nd last weekend I have to work,
next week being the last when I put the site live. aP is finally ready for the world, with a few bugs here and there. Obviously. I like to call them features.

As well as a lot of work being done, I managed to spend lots of QT with the wife and the family and Friday night we dropped by the mate C's bday drinkies. We only stayed for one but it was good to see him and catch up. Saturday was the spud meet. It was really nice, a lot more relaxing then the usual meets. It was mostly the MODS and I know them so well, it was just like being out with your mates. With a big meet where there are a few more heads around, I tend to get more stressed. The mate J was out with her gf, they are very cute as I may have mentioned before. 2 other MODS from the team are also dating and they were all loved up. The poor other people around us didn't know where to look. Obviously all this loving rubbed off on Mammy2 as she wanted a kiss at one stage. I am fairly strict when I am out on meets about no PDAs. I'm fairly strict anyways about it in company but espeically when with the spuds. It wasn't too much of an issue, thankfully. I'm sure I'll make itup to her ;)

I spent most of Sunday relaxing, between hurling and watching laserbeam movies with Mammy2. The Itty Bitty Titty Committe was very good and Puccini for Beginners was pants. The lead was cute, but there was zero chemistry and she wasn't very likeable. The kid has moved on from the ex, although she stayed over on Saturday night. She can't just break up with the boyf any more, she has to break up with his mother and the cat and whatever other animal she has convinced him to buy for her. We were convinced there was someone else she had her eye on, and there was , for about 5 minutes and she's moved on again. I nearly get whiplash trying to keep up with her.

Just over a week to go to the results. The kid is more concerned with DEBs dress shopping. The mate S is bringing her, they have arranged to go on Thursday. Thankfully the mate S has a strong personality, so much so at times she scares me. There was a conversation on Saturday when we caught up with her before the spud meet. Basically, I asked her when she was available and if she was okay to go shopping etc. She was quite funny, because the amount of times I have seen her bite her tongue when it comes to the kid and I am sure there are a number of things she'd like to say either about the kid or the way we go about things but she doesn't. Much like a lot of people. I will listen to what most people have to say about most things. Within reason. Except when it comes to the kid. I guess for so long its been the three of us that we are always on the defensive when it comes to advice of any kind. Thankfully, she's at the stage now where she can do a lot of things for herself. She just chooses not to.

I want my own server :(

angryPotato.net is over 2 years up and running now and we have had a number of issues over this time with performence and site downtime. Yesterday from about 5 onwards until this morning, it was taking 2-3 minutes to load each page. There were no errors or anything obvious on the site, but it was still very slow. I send off an email to support and ask them what the story is. Within 10 minutes we are back loading fine. Apparently, there was another website which is sharing hosting and their site was causing the server to slow down. I'm not sure what on earth they were doing, but its a bad thing if it slows down the entire server. Which brought me to the idea of requesting our own server. Now a dedicated server with hosting365 is something like 300 euros month which we can't afford. But as I do a lot of work with websites, and always use them as my hosting company, one wonders whether they would do us a deal. The mate C got onto them, and we have to do up a proposal. The thing is, we have to make it look like we are doing them a favour.

We saw the kid briefly on Wedensday evening, she seems to have recovered from her breakup and has already someone in her sights I reckon. I did some checking up on the photographer dude and he seems okay. Mammy2 is going to meet him today and give him the once over. We have to act like concerned parents once in a while ya know. Herself and the mate headed to Fibbers last night. This morning no sign of them. Of course I had images of them being kidnapped and held for ransom. As it turns out, she had txted Mammy2 last night to tell her she was staying over at mates but mammy2 had the phone off. I went to see Shirley Valentine last night. I really enjoyed it. Although its completly different from the film and its a one woman show which was strange. Some of the scenes didn't really work as well as they did on the movie I thought at any rate. I was supposed to book it a few weeks ago as something different to do with the mate R rather then going on the lash, but it was sold out. So this time we made it, albeit she
was a tad reluctant. I can't believe she's never been to Kilmainham Gaol. The madness. I said I would check out times and drag her there. She has no interest in history and she doesn't even pretend to have an interest. The play was in the New Theatre which is upstairs from Connelly Bookshop in Temple Bar. This shop is great, so much irish stuff. Some of it wasn't even tacky!

Work is mental, as you can tell from me sitting here writing a blog entry;) Well, tis lunchtime so I intend on taking 20-30 minutes at least. How how this this woman? I mean seriously! Top of my list everytime :)




I digress, work is mad but great. I love coding. I love writing actual code and understanding and the buzz you get when you get it working is just great. I need to get my act together with regards getting my sun certified exam. The mate A took it and failed it. She was not impressed. Apparently its harder then it appears. How the feck could it be harder?! Java is a hard language to grasp at the best of times with this whole object orientated approach. Your head would explode sometimes. From objects to classes to interfaces to polymorphism to inheritence. I'm getting
some of it, and other stuff falls right out. But my java app talks to Amazon and even better is Amazon talks back. One API down, 4 to go and I don't think I'll get all them done in a day. I was tempted to bring the code home, as I can get the environment up and running at home, but I need to focus on the spud redesign. It has to be done this week. Or else I'll throw a tantrum. Or something slightly more mature. This weekend went from having no plans for really busy
all of a sudden. There's a spud meet tomorrow night which I shall have to show my face at. Meeting up with the mate S on Sunday for the hurling. Herself and her gf are heading to the match in Croker so we are meeting them for a bite to eat beforehand. Monday is free, thank god, I intend to stay in bed all day :)

The wanderer returns

The smell of burnt popcorn indicated the kid's arrival home. One can only deduce from that smell that the mate K was hungry and the kid was cooking her dinner. I hope that the mate K had eaten earlier else she will never move beyond the size 8 that she is. The kid broke up with the boyf. I thought he'd last until the debs, but alas not. He seemed like a nice guy. Now he's a broken hearted guy with a menagarie of animals. When they were having 'the talk' , he actually said to her "and you've left me with a cat to bring up by myself" Seriously, I could not make this stuff up. And here I thought lesbians only came out with that rubbish. She's okay, a bit upset. Mammy2 provided hugs whilst I made tea. The usual emergency positions we have. The mate K was straight onto the first bus down to ours. The kid is also talking about meeting some guy from Myspace who's a professional photographer. And I'm the Queen of Spain. For some one so world wise, she can be incredibly niave at times. I told her I want all his details and not his joesoap@Iwon'tstalkyourdaugther.com standard issue email address. Seriously, did she think we were just going to let her swan off to Tallaght to get her picture taken? For the side of milk cartons. I've seen enough true life
movies in my time, I know what goes on. I shall run background checks on this fellow. She was all, oh I'll be fine, I'll bring a knife. I refrained from asking was she going to cook him steak. Chances are I would have received the glare.

I was in foul form yesterday. I had been in really good form but work got to me. I very rarely allow my day job to get to me, after all it pays the bills. I harbour no illusions of being in management, I'm quite happy being a developer. But this one time, I am the lead developer on the project and I feel like I know nothing. I mean, instantiate an object. Basic Java, basic stuff and I didn't know how to do it? I felt like such an idiot. By the time 5.30 came around, I was in a right sulk. As a 4 year old might be. Very productive. I decided I wasn't going to get anything done because i couldn't see the screen for the pout so I headed home. The plan was to go training but I was feeling anti social and may have inflicted my mood on the poor mate J. I skipped training and work on the soud redesign instead. Yes, dealing with my issues with work through more work. I aim to finish the spud redesign this week, testing for a week, and switch it live next weekend. This is my aim. I am sick of talking about it, of looking at the new pages whilst the old ones sit live. Its just pants. However, the foul mood is gone.

I aim to finish my amazon API stuff this morning and move onto eBay. I also aim to finish eBay today. Lots of targets. there . Stop laughing. I shall. And I won't work late. Well, I can't I have a meeting with one of my clients this evening about more work, potentially. I'll see what's involved. If there's a lot I might leave it. This weekend is a bank holiday and I am so looking forward to it. Hence also the urgency to finish the spud stuff. Mammy2 I reckon is sick of looking at the back of my head. She had one whole week of me being off the PC and I've been making up for it ever since. Thankfully, she's a patient soul and is very supportive. She has only 2 weeks left in work and is starting to fret a bit about finding a job. We had a chat and I tried to explain to her that there is no point in her leaving a job that's causing her stress and making her depression worse if she's going to be stressed and worried about finding a new one. She will get one, its just a case of time. She's been applying everywhere. With her expierence and accounting background, I reckon she'll have no problem. But I suppose its easy for me to say.

The kid announced she is going Debs shopping. I broke into a cold sweat until I realised we had roped the mate S into going with her. Then I realised when she said shopping,she didn't mean looking she meant browsing. I went to my wallet, I could hear the bank card going into some sort of shock, lots of deep breathing and it appeared to be okay.
The fact that she never even mentioned a price range set it off again. I can't wait to hear her report back on prices. I'll end up making a dress for her. That's how bad things may get. The movie will be called "My 2 mommies couldn't afford my DEBs dress to they made me this one from their throw". I reckon it will go straight to DVD.