Wise words from the kid

Have you ever worken up on one of those mornings, where itz a bit earlier then usual, and there's a strangely beautiful air about, where you can feel the real essence of life and something about the way the light creeps into the room softly, the way the air smells so new, the way that each and every noise could remind you of any nice memory, and somehow you thank whatever power you hold faith in, or whatever ideal is in your heart you are alive? It seems to be that kind of morning.

A txt message from the kid this morning. I'm glad to see Bebo hasn't killed her use of the english languge completly.
I was tempted to txt her back and asking her what she was smoking but I thought she might not appreciate it. I mean
what else am I supposed to say to that? I guess at least her txts are a tad more uplifting then 'I hate my life' and 'I hate school' and 'they are opressing me'. Its good to see she's being positive. Even if she does sound like a spirtual guide. Granted the weather is lovely and mild and has that just about to snow at any stage feeling about it so perhaps that's what she's referring to. Caught up with Mammy2 last nigh and had lots of qt, what with it being a mad weekend. We sampled the delights of Little Italy for some food and wine. Mammy2 had lots of stories about her work place, sometimes I don't get how she doesn't go mad with it. Laying out galleries for this and that. For example I emailed her to ask how the interesting galleries were going and she replied:

I'm currently working on the Sandyford Opel Dealership Carnival Launch of their 2008 Range.

You couldn't make this shit up.

The next few evenings are a tad mental so I am taking it easy tonight and going training. I think the mate J is going
so I won't have the trauma of being partnered with the instructor. Thank god, my body is still not over the regieme he
put us through on Saturday. Tomorrow we are having dinner with Mammy2's parents, where I'll catch up on all the
news about Paris. Thursday night, an old school mate is cooking dinner for us in her new place. Friday night, the opening of Pantibar, a new gay bar. Trying to organise a website meet as well, which is proving taxing lets just put it that way. Its always the same around this time of the year, everyone has something on. On Saturday night, we have dinner plans with the mates A and S. Instead of giving pressies or anything like that, we go out for dinner around christmas time and catch up on what's been going on. Then the christmas parties begin. Working for a team within a department within a corporation means 4-5 parties. Thankfully, we're not expected to attend all of them.

One of my lasting memories of last year's xmas party was a hopeless Santa doing karoke and making lewd postures towards one of his elves. Everyone was hammered, having partaken of shots early in the night and most of the team weren't at it. It was horrible. I won't be going to one of those again in a hurry.