Its hard to get motivated when you know as soon as you start something, you'll be on leave again? I was off yesterday and had a great day, flopping around the apartment, getting some housework and playing online whilst avoiding the gradual build up of work in my inbox, its not too bad, I am waiting on sign off for some whilst I await copy for others. The weekend in Wicklow was great. So much relaxing and quality time as well as alone time, whilst
Mammy2 was exfoliated and massaged. She had a good time. The food was fabulous, even though I can say I am not a huge fan of food, with the exception of potatoes and I see them as a food group all to themselves, but this food was lovely. From their salads and bagels, everything of course was organic. I haven't noticed the difference before to be honest, and its not something I go out of my way to try but there was no choice here. We had dinner in their italian place on the Friday followed by dinner in the only certified organic restuarent in Ireland, the Strawberry Tree. Needless to say Mammy2 felt quite pampered with baths and hot stone massages and facials. She loved it all. We travelled back up yesterday and whilst she had to head back into work, I spent the day vegging.
We have Friday off as a gang of us are heading to Holland to spend the weekend with the sister for carnival. This involves costumes and a town gone made. Our costumes are already ordered and over in Holland,the nun's outfit. 6 nuns and a priest, I wonder is Horst ready! It should be good fun, we fly out on Friday and back on Sunday, but as our flight leaves at 5.30 we need to have the day off. Well I do, Mammy2 has a half day because her place is unreal about
leave. Thankfully also, the procedure the clinic have to do has moved from Feb 12 to either the 28th or the 29th which is either a Thursday or a Friday. This suits Mammy2 better then a Tuesday which is a busy day for her.
Thankfully the kid left the place tidy. I was prepared for war when I got home but she surprised me. She continued to surprise me by ringing me to tell me she had proposed to her man. What is the correct reaction upon hearing one's 18 year old sister has proposed to her boyf of 1 year? I have no idea, if you know tell me. My response was "Really?" as I tried to keep the high pitch from my voice. She sounded all excited:
"Yeah, its cool isn't it? Well, obviously we won't get married for a few years, ya know like.And its going to be a Wiccan ceremony. So will you tell K and K?" ()
Sister and brother respectively.
"Sure thang and congrats I guess"
"Yay, okay bye bye"
And that was it. So I've no idea where things go from her, lets just say she is always keeping me on my toes.
The clinic rang last week, we're fast becoming phone pals. They recommend I go on a course of injections for my lack of Vitamin B12. All the other blood tests they took came back clear. I have to ring the doc either today or tomorrow and get the rest of the results. Its all go with tests at the moment. I'm trying to cut down on other stuff which will cause unnecessary stress which is always difficult as I get worked up about little things and its stupid. More excercise, less pondering and worrying about things that might never happen. Look, I've become yoda. Overnight :)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Can anything else break down?
Okay, perhaps things could be worse, but at the risk of repeating myself, so far to date the following
is not working:
The ipod
The phone
The Hifi
The PC
The camera
and now the car obviously felt like it was missing out and so it won't start. There we were sitting it in on Sunday afternoon, about to drop the kid and the boyf back out to their place along with a chest of drawers she wanted. She never leaves the place empty handed. And the stupid thing won't start. At all. Mammy2 reckons its on the way out. I suppose it has lasted a while, but at this stage it was the final straw. with everything else misbehaving. There's a guy coming to look at it on Friday and one of Mammy2's workmates is loaning us a car for the weekend cause we are heading to Wicklow for the weekend. I'm really looking forward to getting away for a while. The kid and her man are staying over as a break from their place and the pressures of the potential in-laws. She asked could she bring the rabbits and the cat over for the weekend as she missed them. You can only imagine the look she received in response. No cats and no rabbits. There were only a few But Whys.
We met up with our man at the weekend as well and ran through all the potential stuff we are going to have to do
to continue on baby making. He is up for it, if you'll pardon the pun. We were worried that with this being a lot more
serious then ovulation, txt, toliet, petit filou, ovaries that he might think it was too much. He's going to have to do
all the 'lovely' tests again and then depending on if the etchics committe and the clinic are happy with us working
with a known donor and his swimmers are compatible with my ovaries, be available every couple of weeks for the
attempts. He's very upfront and honest about things which I guess is another reason we want his baby. That and he loves potatoes. I mean, you can't go wrong with that really. Ideally, obviously we want to use him. In the event we can't, its to Denmark for the swimmers. So its all go.
I get the results of my blood tests tomorrow and I have to ring the clinic and see if I need to fax them down or bring
them with me when we are next down there, which should be going on dates, Monday the 4th of Feb hopefully. Again,
the ovaries appear to be open to the idea so we'll see how it goes.
Tonight I am catching up with the mate J over some yummy bravas. Its been a while. For both the mate J and the bravas. We haven't caught up properly in ages and when we have been out its with a group of people so no chance to chat. I managed training on Monday and was well impressed with myself as J got held up with work and was meant to be my partner. I was partnered with someone who has obviously been to more then few classes, juding from the kicks she was landing on me. She was grand though, sometimes they can be a pain espeically if they have graded. So one class down, and I am hoping to get another one this week depending on the ould social life. The next few weekends look very busy, with Mammy2's bday, Carnival in Holland with a bunch of mates and then the six nations starts as well.
With Willow on her last legs, we are looking to get a new car. Well a new second hand one if that makes sense. This couldn't have come at a worse time financially though because we were hoping to get a loan to cover any extra expenses the clinic will charge and from the looks of things it is going to cost us. This also puts all apartment buying plans on hold. Which we don't mind really, we're happy enough where we are. Its just sometimes other people advise that we should buy and have our place. If I hear the expression dead money one more time, I will kill someone. How is it dead money if we are paying rent for a place we love to live in?
is not working:
The ipod
The phone
The Hifi
The PC
The camera
and now the car obviously felt like it was missing out and so it won't start. There we were sitting it in on Sunday afternoon, about to drop the kid and the boyf back out to their place along with a chest of drawers she wanted. She never leaves the place empty handed. And the stupid thing won't start. At all. Mammy2 reckons its on the way out. I suppose it has lasted a while, but at this stage it was the final straw. with everything else misbehaving. There's a guy coming to look at it on Friday and one of Mammy2's workmates is loaning us a car for the weekend cause we are heading to Wicklow for the weekend. I'm really looking forward to getting away for a while. The kid and her man are staying over as a break from their place and the pressures of the potential in-laws. She asked could she bring the rabbits and the cat over for the weekend as she missed them. You can only imagine the look she received in response. No cats and no rabbits. There were only a few But Whys.
We met up with our man at the weekend as well and ran through all the potential stuff we are going to have to do
to continue on baby making. He is up for it, if you'll pardon the pun. We were worried that with this being a lot more
serious then ovulation, txt, toliet, petit filou, ovaries that he might think it was too much. He's going to have to do
all the 'lovely' tests again and then depending on if the etchics committe and the clinic are happy with us working
with a known donor and his swimmers are compatible with my ovaries, be available every couple of weeks for the
attempts. He's very upfront and honest about things which I guess is another reason we want his baby. That and he loves potatoes. I mean, you can't go wrong with that really. Ideally, obviously we want to use him. In the event we can't, its to Denmark for the swimmers. So its all go.
I get the results of my blood tests tomorrow and I have to ring the clinic and see if I need to fax them down or bring
them with me when we are next down there, which should be going on dates, Monday the 4th of Feb hopefully. Again,
the ovaries appear to be open to the idea so we'll see how it goes.
Tonight I am catching up with the mate J over some yummy bravas. Its been a while. For both the mate J and the bravas. We haven't caught up properly in ages and when we have been out its with a group of people so no chance to chat. I managed training on Monday and was well impressed with myself as J got held up with work and was meant to be my partner. I was partnered with someone who has obviously been to more then few classes, juding from the kicks she was landing on me. She was grand though, sometimes they can be a pain espeically if they have graded. So one class down, and I am hoping to get another one this week depending on the ould social life. The next few weekends look very busy, with Mammy2's bday, Carnival in Holland with a bunch of mates and then the six nations starts as well.
With Willow on her last legs, we are looking to get a new car. Well a new second hand one if that makes sense. This couldn't have come at a worse time financially though because we were hoping to get a loan to cover any extra expenses the clinic will charge and from the looks of things it is going to cost us. This also puts all apartment buying plans on hold. Which we don't mind really, we're happy enough where we are. Its just sometimes other people advise that we should buy and have our place. If I hear the expression dead money one more time, I will kill someone. How is it dead money if we are paying rent for a place we love to live in?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
CBA
There's a bad dose of it going around I reckon, Mammy2 seems to be suffering from it as well. I am avoiding work as best I can, I have a lot to do , but I did get most of my work done this morning so I can take it easy for a while. I've been constantly checking this site for updates. http://www.midnightisland.com/weblog/ If you haven't read the Blind Side of Love V1, I would recommend you do so. Its an amazing story. I was hooked from the moment I started reading it over 3 years ago. It was updated sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month. I used to check the site religiously for updates. At one stage, we were on holidays and I had to check. Its just that sort of story. I can't explain what it is about it, I just love it. I cannot understand how there is such dreadful lesbian fic out there that gets published and this author cannot get her stuff published. She is doing a rewrite in hope of getting it published and I really hope she does. It would be a lot easier then carrying about the 390 page pdf. I was going to start reading version 2 but I think I will wait until she finishes it. I was so looking forward to a sequel but I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer. If you have the time, read the first version!
I love the randomness of Ireland and Dublin. Walking home most evenings, I pass this mad dressed as a lady standing at the Daniel O'Connell Statue on O'Connell street dancing and waving to anyone who looks over at her. I'm not sure what her story is, but she seems harmless enough. She always has a suitcase and a number of bags as if she is just after coming home from holidays. There were 2 ladies standing next to me at the traffic lights and they were looking and chatting about the older lady who was waving away. She looked a bit unsteady and the reason for this became clear when she turned around as she had a can in her hand. The women were talking and I heard one of them say "I don't think its Mandy" so they were obviously familar with the woman. Next thing you know, from across the road, she shouts and waves at them "I AM Mandy, that's me, hello, how are you?" The 2 women started laughing and waved back. So she's obviously a permanent fixture there. I wonder sometimes what her story is.
The one good thing about the kid and the boyf coming to stay with us for a few days is it will motivate us to get out and go training/gym. I headed training for the first time since christmas and it was a great class, more about technique then fitness which I don't mind as Saturday's class is always a good workout. The new dojo is looking well, they can hang the punch bags up now and they don't have to move them for classes. There's a lot more space as well. I was partnered with packed a fair punch. My hands were stinging afterwards. The kids train before us and as I'm usually early I get a chance to see them in action. One of them is so cute, she's about 6 with glasses and looks no more like she could box. But she does pretty well. The kids are so flexible, the splits is no problem for them.
The kid and her man are together a year today so they are heading out for dinner for their anniversary. I found out some information as to why there was a row and why they wanted to stay with us for a while. Apparently the boyf's mam is tired of them and their mess and has suggested moving out a few times. The boyf is none too happy. So they thought a break at ours might be handy. We said that was no problem as long as they tided up after themselves. She's given up on the whole dole thing. She has a FAS interview on Feb 4th so fingers crossed something comes of that. Even for her own self esteem. She's in good form. She was heading to the garda station today as she had gotten assaulted at the Korn concert. Now she came in and seemed shook up on the Sunday night, but it was 1 in the morning so I didn't take much in. Apparently, herself and her mate were dancing and this guy was grabbing at her and stuff. I get a bit confused about the next bit but there was a scuffle I think he lashed out at her. Again I'm not sure. The day she attends a concert where nothing happens is the day I'll be 6 feet under.
I had the doctor's appointment this morning for my extra blood tests. They've been sent off and I drop in next week and collect them. Hopefully things will be all clear. We are meeting with our man on Sat and bringing him up to speed on the situation and we can take things from there then. Its scary and exciting at the same time. A strange combination :)
I love the randomness of Ireland and Dublin. Walking home most evenings, I pass this mad dressed as a lady standing at the Daniel O'Connell Statue on O'Connell street dancing and waving to anyone who looks over at her. I'm not sure what her story is, but she seems harmless enough. She always has a suitcase and a number of bags as if she is just after coming home from holidays. There were 2 ladies standing next to me at the traffic lights and they were looking and chatting about the older lady who was waving away. She looked a bit unsteady and the reason for this became clear when she turned around as she had a can in her hand. The women were talking and I heard one of them say "I don't think its Mandy" so they were obviously familar with the woman. Next thing you know, from across the road, she shouts and waves at them "I AM Mandy, that's me, hello, how are you?" The 2 women started laughing and waved back. So she's obviously a permanent fixture there. I wonder sometimes what her story is.
The one good thing about the kid and the boyf coming to stay with us for a few days is it will motivate us to get out and go training/gym. I headed training for the first time since christmas and it was a great class, more about technique then fitness which I don't mind as Saturday's class is always a good workout. The new dojo is looking well, they can hang the punch bags up now and they don't have to move them for classes. There's a lot more space as well. I was partnered with packed a fair punch. My hands were stinging afterwards. The kids train before us and as I'm usually early I get a chance to see them in action. One of them is so cute, she's about 6 with glasses and looks no more like she could box. But she does pretty well. The kids are so flexible, the splits is no problem for them.
The kid and her man are together a year today so they are heading out for dinner for their anniversary. I found out some information as to why there was a row and why they wanted to stay with us for a while. Apparently the boyf's mam is tired of them and their mess and has suggested moving out a few times. The boyf is none too happy. So they thought a break at ours might be handy. We said that was no problem as long as they tided up after themselves. She's given up on the whole dole thing. She has a FAS interview on Feb 4th so fingers crossed something comes of that. Even for her own self esteem. She's in good form. She was heading to the garda station today as she had gotten assaulted at the Korn concert. Now she came in and seemed shook up on the Sunday night, but it was 1 in the morning so I didn't take much in. Apparently, herself and her mate were dancing and this guy was grabbing at her and stuff. I get a bit confused about the next bit but there was a scuffle I think he lashed out at her. Again I'm not sure. The day she attends a concert where nothing happens is the day I'll be 6 feet under.
I had the doctor's appointment this morning for my extra blood tests. They've been sent off and I drop in next week and collect them. Hopefully things will be all clear. We are meeting with our man on Sat and bringing him up to speed on the situation and we can take things from there then. Its scary and exciting at the same time. A strange combination :)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Clinics, true life movie nights and techy breakdown.
The last few days have passed in a blur since dinner with the rentals on Thursday night. We headed to the Winding Stair, I had heard great reviews and so decided it would be a nice place for our turn to treat the parents. I can't fault the food or service but I think it was a tad loud for our liking. Mammy2's dad is a bit hard of hearing and so conversation was an effort. It didn't ruin a lovely night but I don't think I'd be returning unless it was just the 2 of us. Also the vegetarian options were few and far between, not that I mind, I don't eat most vegetarian food anyways. The kid and her man were in town to pick up some more stuff for the social welfare and they met up with us afterwards and the in-laws got a chance to meet the infamous boyf. Of course, he is ever so polite and chatty so there was no work involved.
Friday morning arrived and I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect with regards the clinic. To make the stress levels increase, the computer was acting up and the internet was down. Storm damage had affected a lot of eircom's lines and so we were obviously amongst the unlucky few. Mammy2 had her doctor's appointment and thankfully got the all clear. No need for a colonoscopy. With the exception of having an uncomfortable check up, she was very happy. We left Dublin at 10, thinking our appointment was for 12. We got lost twice. No comments about women or gay drivers please, they are doing a lot of road works around the red cow and this resulted in a few wrong turns. Once we reached our destination, I rang ahead to say we were running late. We got lost again when we reached the city, taking another few wrong turns and made it to the clinc for 12.35 which was only 5 minutes late as it turns out our appointment was for 12.30. The place is full of baby pictures. Notice boards all around the place covered in them. It was started to sink in where we were and what we were about to potentially embark on. A form to fill in, and we were sent to meet with with the doc.
At first, we thought she was quite cold. We weren't sure if it was the fact that we were a same sex couple or what. She asked loads of questions about us, which made me think we were here for more then just tests. Stuff like how long were we together, were we homeowners..etc.
She asked how we went about trying and Mammy2 explained. So apparently, she said that they would have no issue treating us. We were gobsmacked. Like I said, I had assumed, they would do some tests and that would be that. The fact that they would treat us hadn't crossed our mind. However, she was unsure what the situation was with regards a known donor which we should we would ideally like to work with. Apparently, the ethics committee check everything they do and a known donor was a grey area. She advised us to talk to our man and she would see what she could find out. Then she said that they could do some tests on the day and were we okay with that. I was still in shock so said no problem. Little did I know she meant a smerm test. Having never had one before, I wasn't exactly prepared for it. After a stressful drive down and then to be told to drop your pants, I was slightly tense, which made the whole process a lot worse then it should have been. Thankfully Mammy2 stood beside me, offering words of encouragement such as relax etc. She must be getting in training for pregnancy. The ordeal was over, and the doc took out this other massive looking implement.
I was praying it wasn't coming anywhere near me. Thankfully it was just to show the ovaries, she put some stuff on it and showed Mammy2 where the eggs were being produced. She was fairly happy with the ovaries. I was thankful they had hidden the cocktail glasses and appeared to look normal. I hadn't even known they were back in the country.
All that over with, I was told to get dressed whilst the doc chatted to Mammy2 showing her pics of babies. There are so many pictures of babies around. 2 tests down, more blood tests to come. We had to wait for another 15 mins and then in to get the blood tests. The lovely lady was quite nice about the whole thing, thank god. After the previous tests, a needle was nothing to me. So we have to travel down again when I get my period , on day 2-3 so they can do more tests. Because I didn't react so well to the whole smerm thing, they think they will have to sedate me for the next set of tests. To be honest I don't care what they do with me as long as I don't have to go through that again. All done and on our way, we were both still in too much shock to process what had happened. I guess for the last 2 years or so, its been us and our man. These lot were a lot more serious with not a sign of a petiti filous pot. They have state of the art stuff and if they are treating us and the tests are all clear, there's going to be a baby at the end of it. Once we had processed the massive bill for the day, it looks like this is going to be a costly excercise, Mammy2 just focussed on getting me home as I was quite shook from the whole thing. We were both exhausted by the time we got back to Dublin, the car had a bit of hissy fit on the way home and wouldn't start after a car wash. It was one of those days. We were in bed by 8. On a Friday night. It doesn't come much more hardcore.
Saturday was all go. As we hadn't got a chance to do any shopping or cleaning, it was all done on Saturday morning. Mammy2 got up around 9 to find me crawling out the washing machine where I had found some dirt that had escaped my sweeping frenzy. Cleaning all done, we headed to Tesco to fill the empty cupboards. Home, and up town to meet Mammy2's clan. The sister A and the mam and the niece were up town. They had been shopping for a communin dress for the little one and were stopping off somewhere to get a bite to eat and watch the Leinster game. A good win by Leinster, it was back home to get the place set up for the night and catch some of the Westmeath Dublin O'Byrne cup game. Which I won't mention. The boys arrived fashionably early whilst the ladies took their time. It was a great night and we had to throw people out of the place at 3 after a mad round of Charades. Everyone had a good time we think. Some of the stories were fab, people are so creative. We had to re-show 15 and Pregnant as unfortunately HMV doesn't recognise the true life movie genre. Shocking I know.
Friday morning arrived and I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect with regards the clinic. To make the stress levels increase, the computer was acting up and the internet was down. Storm damage had affected a lot of eircom's lines and so we were obviously amongst the unlucky few. Mammy2 had her doctor's appointment and thankfully got the all clear. No need for a colonoscopy. With the exception of having an uncomfortable check up, she was very happy. We left Dublin at 10, thinking our appointment was for 12. We got lost twice. No comments about women or gay drivers please, they are doing a lot of road works around the red cow and this resulted in a few wrong turns. Once we reached our destination, I rang ahead to say we were running late. We got lost again when we reached the city, taking another few wrong turns and made it to the clinc for 12.35 which was only 5 minutes late as it turns out our appointment was for 12.30. The place is full of baby pictures. Notice boards all around the place covered in them. It was started to sink in where we were and what we were about to potentially embark on. A form to fill in, and we were sent to meet with with the doc.
At first, we thought she was quite cold. We weren't sure if it was the fact that we were a same sex couple or what. She asked loads of questions about us, which made me think we were here for more then just tests. Stuff like how long were we together, were we homeowners..etc.
She asked how we went about trying and Mammy2 explained. So apparently, she said that they would have no issue treating us. We were gobsmacked. Like I said, I had assumed, they would do some tests and that would be that. The fact that they would treat us hadn't crossed our mind. However, she was unsure what the situation was with regards a known donor which we should we would ideally like to work with. Apparently, the ethics committee check everything they do and a known donor was a grey area. She advised us to talk to our man and she would see what she could find out. Then she said that they could do some tests on the day and were we okay with that. I was still in shock so said no problem. Little did I know she meant a smerm test. Having never had one before, I wasn't exactly prepared for it. After a stressful drive down and then to be told to drop your pants, I was slightly tense, which made the whole process a lot worse then it should have been. Thankfully Mammy2 stood beside me, offering words of encouragement such as relax etc. She must be getting in training for pregnancy. The ordeal was over, and the doc took out this other massive looking implement.
I was praying it wasn't coming anywhere near me. Thankfully it was just to show the ovaries, she put some stuff on it and showed Mammy2 where the eggs were being produced. She was fairly happy with the ovaries. I was thankful they had hidden the cocktail glasses and appeared to look normal. I hadn't even known they were back in the country.
All that over with, I was told to get dressed whilst the doc chatted to Mammy2 showing her pics of babies. There are so many pictures of babies around. 2 tests down, more blood tests to come. We had to wait for another 15 mins and then in to get the blood tests. The lovely lady was quite nice about the whole thing, thank god. After the previous tests, a needle was nothing to me. So we have to travel down again when I get my period , on day 2-3 so they can do more tests. Because I didn't react so well to the whole smerm thing, they think they will have to sedate me for the next set of tests. To be honest I don't care what they do with me as long as I don't have to go through that again. All done and on our way, we were both still in too much shock to process what had happened. I guess for the last 2 years or so, its been us and our man. These lot were a lot more serious with not a sign of a petiti filous pot. They have state of the art stuff and if they are treating us and the tests are all clear, there's going to be a baby at the end of it. Once we had processed the massive bill for the day, it looks like this is going to be a costly excercise, Mammy2 just focussed on getting me home as I was quite shook from the whole thing. We were both exhausted by the time we got back to Dublin, the car had a bit of hissy fit on the way home and wouldn't start after a car wash. It was one of those days. We were in bed by 8. On a Friday night. It doesn't come much more hardcore.
Saturday was all go. As we hadn't got a chance to do any shopping or cleaning, it was all done on Saturday morning. Mammy2 got up around 9 to find me crawling out the washing machine where I had found some dirt that had escaped my sweeping frenzy. Cleaning all done, we headed to Tesco to fill the empty cupboards. Home, and up town to meet Mammy2's clan. The sister A and the mam and the niece were up town. They had been shopping for a communin dress for the little one and were stopping off somewhere to get a bite to eat and watch the Leinster game. A good win by Leinster, it was back home to get the place set up for the night and catch some of the Westmeath Dublin O'Byrne cup game. Which I won't mention. The boys arrived fashionably early whilst the ladies took their time. It was a great night and we had to throw people out of the place at 3 after a mad round of Charades. Everyone had a good time we think. Some of the stories were fab, people are so creative. We had to re-show 15 and Pregnant as unfortunately HMV doesn't recognise the true life movie genre. Shocking I know.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Flat pack furniture
According to Mammy2's workmate if you, as a couple, can assemble flat pack furniture without a row, you're destined to be together. I never saw that written in any of our horoscopes but I suppose there has to be some truth in it. Thankfully, we had good fun doing it. Only because I am shocking at reading instructions and this involving putting the front onto the back and god knows what else. As a result though we are very familar with the ins and outs of our newest bookshelf. And it looks well impressive. Like I said to Mammy2 whenever we move into our own place, we may not own any beds or kithchen applicances but we have room for our books :) The bookcase we had was fairly full as its only a small one and Mammy2 has been talking about getting a proper one for ages. So we took a trip to BarginTown which is all of 10 minutes walk from us. We bought a bookshelf and I had already warned Mammy2 that it was all we were getting. The running joke about lesbians and furniture stores exist for a reason. We left with a
bookshelf and a wine rack. They are both lovely but in fairness! We shouldn't be let out.
Mammy2 had a bit of scare last week. She woke me, really upset and out of breath. She couldn't seem to catch it and was really worked up. She has asmtha but it never really affects her. Not since we moved into our current above. Which has wooden floors. She was really upset. I tried calmed her down, getting her to focus on her breathing. Eventually she was able to breathe normally. She calmed down enough to go back to sleep, but the following day she told me she was convinced that she was dying. She was embaressed to talk about it, but she said she was getting really bad tingling in her left side from her shoulder all down her body and then her breathing went. She was getting upset and so she woke me up the poor thing. She has appointment with the doctor on Friday before we head to the clinic. She was chatting to her sister A about it and the sister said something similar had happened to her husband and he went to the doc and it was all sorted. Fingers crossed its something straight forward.
I hadn't heard from the kid in a week or so, so on Friday when the phone rang I guessed something was up. She had gone to use the hair voucher I got her. Unfortunately because her hair was so damaged she needed more money then was on the voucher to cover it. I had to leave work early on Friday and head into House Of Colour and fix up the rest of it. Apparently I was a great big sister, the hairdresser's words , not the kids. She was up to her neck in hair dye. The poor boyf sat in reception playing his computer game. He has the patience of a saint. We txted her later that night to see how it went and she replied saying it was fab but it took the hairdresser 4 and half hours to fix it. The kid has damaged her hair from all the dying and stuff she's done with it. The hairdresser stayed until 7.30 to work on it. The place closes at 6 and on a Friday evening I'm pretty sure the hairdresser would like to have been elsewhere.
I am impressed with them though so I reckon if she needs her hair doing again she'll be going there. They dropped in on Sunday morning to us as they had missed their bus. She had a fashion shoot with a mate's sister. The poor boyf was lugging a suitcase full of her clothes. Have I mentioned how this bloke is as close to sainthood as is possible?
The clinic trip looms and as it does I get more nervous. I've heard various stories about what's going to happen and none of it I like. But its best to get the ball rolling. At least this way we will know the story and can decide how we want to proceed from there. We have our true life movie night on the Sat, I hadn't realised it was the day after the clinic. I hope there's not bad news, else I won't be the best of company. I'm sure things will be fine, titches always assume the worst. I was chatting to the mate J about it over email and I mentioned what someone had said about a camera and she replied along the lines of don't be worrying about tv crews. It made me laugh. I had this image of a full crew complete with cameras and microphones arriving into the room and the ovaries in the makeup place getting all fixed up for their close ups. Yes, my mind is a strange place.
bookshelf and a wine rack. They are both lovely but in fairness! We shouldn't be let out.
Mammy2 had a bit of scare last week. She woke me, really upset and out of breath. She couldn't seem to catch it and was really worked up. She has asmtha but it never really affects her. Not since we moved into our current above. Which has wooden floors. She was really upset. I tried calmed her down, getting her to focus on her breathing. Eventually she was able to breathe normally. She calmed down enough to go back to sleep, but the following day she told me she was convinced that she was dying. She was embaressed to talk about it, but she said she was getting really bad tingling in her left side from her shoulder all down her body and then her breathing went. She was getting upset and so she woke me up the poor thing. She has appointment with the doctor on Friday before we head to the clinic. She was chatting to her sister A about it and the sister said something similar had happened to her husband and he went to the doc and it was all sorted. Fingers crossed its something straight forward.
I hadn't heard from the kid in a week or so, so on Friday when the phone rang I guessed something was up. She had gone to use the hair voucher I got her. Unfortunately because her hair was so damaged she needed more money then was on the voucher to cover it. I had to leave work early on Friday and head into House Of Colour and fix up the rest of it. Apparently I was a great big sister, the hairdresser's words , not the kids. She was up to her neck in hair dye. The poor boyf sat in reception playing his computer game. He has the patience of a saint. We txted her later that night to see how it went and she replied saying it was fab but it took the hairdresser 4 and half hours to fix it. The kid has damaged her hair from all the dying and stuff she's done with it. The hairdresser stayed until 7.30 to work on it. The place closes at 6 and on a Friday evening I'm pretty sure the hairdresser would like to have been elsewhere.
I am impressed with them though so I reckon if she needs her hair doing again she'll be going there. They dropped in on Sunday morning to us as they had missed their bus. She had a fashion shoot with a mate's sister. The poor boyf was lugging a suitcase full of her clothes. Have I mentioned how this bloke is as close to sainthood as is possible?
The clinic trip looms and as it does I get more nervous. I've heard various stories about what's going to happen and none of it I like. But its best to get the ball rolling. At least this way we will know the story and can decide how we want to proceed from there. We have our true life movie night on the Sat, I hadn't realised it was the day after the clinic. I hope there's not bad news, else I won't be the best of company. I'm sure things will be fine, titches always assume the worst. I was chatting to the mate J about it over email and I mentioned what someone had said about a camera and she replied along the lines of don't be worrying about tv crews. It made me laugh. I had this image of a full crew complete with cameras and microphones arriving into the room and the ovaries in the makeup place getting all fixed up for their close ups. Yes, my mind is a strange place.
Songs Lyrics I love :)
Juliet Turner - Pizza & Wine
Can you shut your eyes and turn away from me
I'm gonna say some things I've never said before
And I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy.
But they're building up inside of me and I have to let you hear them
Cause you never know, the world might end and one of us might die,
Don't be laughin', but I love the way you smile.
Could you maybe close your ears and talk to someone else
While I tell you things I've never said before,
Cause I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy.
That I've not been used to tenderness and I've not been used to being kissed
Or being held for hours at a time, eating pizza and drinking wine.
Oh I love the way you put your hand in mine.
Could you ever reach behind you and turn the music up,
While I say some things I've never said before,
But it's getting easier to tell you more and more.
That I always dreamed of waking up to singing in my ear, in fact I used to dream of Brian Kennedy
Now you don't even sing in tune, but that's alright with me
Cause I have always loved the way you sing to me.
Now I've always been the scary type,
And I've always felt the need to fight,
My words will pierce the skin and make you bleed.
But you light my fires when I get cold,
You buy me back when I get sold
And you've never been afraid to love me,
And I will always love the way you love me,
I will always love the way you love me
Can you shut your eyes and turn away from me
I'm gonna say some things I've never said before
And I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy.
But they're building up inside of me and I have to let you hear them
Cause you never know, the world might end and one of us might die,
Don't be laughin', but I love the way you smile.
Could you maybe close your ears and talk to someone else
While I tell you things I've never said before,
Cause I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy.
That I've not been used to tenderness and I've not been used to being kissed
Or being held for hours at a time, eating pizza and drinking wine.
Oh I love the way you put your hand in mine.
Could you ever reach behind you and turn the music up,
While I say some things I've never said before,
But it's getting easier to tell you more and more.
That I always dreamed of waking up to singing in my ear, in fact I used to dream of Brian Kennedy
Now you don't even sing in tune, but that's alright with me
Cause I have always loved the way you sing to me.
Now I've always been the scary type,
And I've always felt the need to fight,
My words will pierce the skin and make you bleed.
But you light my fires when I get cold,
You buy me back when I get sold
And you've never been afraid to love me,
And I will always love the way you love me,
I will always love the way you love me
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Happy New Year
Contrary to popular opinion I did not spend the last 3 days hungover. I was actually busy. Well, with some non work related work. But its for charity so its all for a good cause. I am nearly finished the DLL revamp, thank god. It took a lot longer then expected as there were various pages and styles that didn't work with the design. I need to send it off to the lovely ladies of the DLL for sign off and then we can go live. Its onto my next project next which is taking a lot more work then I thought. The development side at any rate, I haven't had a chance to catch up with the designer yet. Also, because I have the attention span of a goldfish at the moment, I have already started work on another site, purely for myself. As 2008 is designated the year of the potato and I appear to be living on this site, http://www.potato2008.org/en/potato/index.html myself and a few others decided to do an irish take on it. Thankfully I have a contact who can provide all the content, someone to oversee the project and all I need now is a designer and we are in business. There's so much information out there that we can use its great. The site should come together no problem once we know our angle seeing as the fab potato2008 website has covered a lot of it.
This picture makes me laugh. For a number of reasons, the main one being the context it was being used over in Gaire. Someone , and isn't there always someone was trying and suceeding to be dramatic and one of the users just posted that in response. I mean, fab response. Although I don't think we might get away with it. Well, some of our users might, the team certainly wouldn't. Although perhaps. Things have lightened up a lot in the last 6 months
and there is less of a dramatic element in the site. I say less, because expierence has thought me that whereever there are gay people, there will be drama. Its one of the few constants one can rely on. Not that I think us gays have all the rights when it comes to drama. I've seen a fair few of our friends in the straight community also throw the drama queen hissy fit but no-one does it quite as well as the friends of Dorothy or so I like to think. Anyhew I digress. Its a great response to any bshit that people throw at you and if that doesn't lighten the mood then you've not only got a drama queen on your hands, but a queen bitch :) And I say that with love.
It started to snow today. There was about a 15 minute discussion with my workmates as to whether it was actually snow or not. I'm unsure what other definition they might have for white flakes falling gently from the sky but you never know with these people. I love snow. It just looks so peaceful. I can do without the cold though. My word was it freezing this morning. I was wrapped from head to toe and still the cold managed to wangle its way into my pockets and freeze my hands. Thankfully I have learned from yesterday that many layers should be worn to work because someone people have this freaky idea of turning on the air condition when the temperature is barely climbing above 5 degrees. They are also the same people who walk past in shorts. In January. I hope they were enroute to the gym.
Or were australian. Otherwise there was no valid explanation for it.
Thankfully its Thursday, with the new year at the start of the week its thrown my calendar all out of sorts. New Years eve was fab, spent with Mammy2 even if we were both a bit sick. We were supposed to catch up with the mate J and her gf and also the mate S and her boyf, but we stayed put in the Morrison and rang in the new year by ourself. When I say rang in the new year in the Morrison, I do of course mean, there was some slight murmurings around 11.59ish, the mere ghost of a mention of a countdown followed by some polite air kisses and a golf clap. These people don't do countdowns, for heaven's sake. Its the Morrison dahling. Well, we did a countdown and managed a quick kiss without drawing any unwanted attention. It was a great night. There followed a drunken conversation with the sister which was great fun. She was having a mighty time at some party where you pay in a certain amount and can have as much beer as you want. From the sounds of her hangover the following day, she did take as much as she could fit in her small titch body! Tomorow I have vowed to do some of my day job work as I know the boss is going to arrive in next week and I will have nothing done. Because I was busy doing work for charity which I'm pretty sure he won't be overly impressed by.
The kid and her man swung by the apartment yesterday to pick up a bill and a letter to say she was living with me. For the social welfare. Apparently the other ones hadn't been processed. I only hope this doesn't mean she get's no backpay. She will go mad. I can't believe that unless she had went up they wouldn't have mentioned it and she would be still waiting. What a crock. She was in good form despite having the worse PMT ever apparently. They were heading to the cinema to see I am Legend. As to when we shall see her again, god only knows. I asked her if she wanted to come to our true life movie night. She arched an eyebrow and muttered something about being busy. And I hadn't even told her the date.
This picture makes me laugh. For a number of reasons, the main one being the context it was being used over in Gaire. Someone , and isn't there always someone was trying and suceeding to be dramatic and one of the users just posted that in response. I mean, fab response. Although I don't think we might get away with it. Well, some of our users might, the team certainly wouldn't. Although perhaps. Things have lightened up a lot in the last 6 months
and there is less of a dramatic element in the site. I say less, because expierence has thought me that whereever there are gay people, there will be drama. Its one of the few constants one can rely on. Not that I think us gays have all the rights when it comes to drama. I've seen a fair few of our friends in the straight community also throw the drama queen hissy fit but no-one does it quite as well as the friends of Dorothy or so I like to think. Anyhew I digress. Its a great response to any bshit that people throw at you and if that doesn't lighten the mood then you've not only got a drama queen on your hands, but a queen bitch :) And I say that with love.
It started to snow today. There was about a 15 minute discussion with my workmates as to whether it was actually snow or not. I'm unsure what other definition they might have for white flakes falling gently from the sky but you never know with these people. I love snow. It just looks so peaceful. I can do without the cold though. My word was it freezing this morning. I was wrapped from head to toe and still the cold managed to wangle its way into my pockets and freeze my hands. Thankfully I have learned from yesterday that many layers should be worn to work because someone people have this freaky idea of turning on the air condition when the temperature is barely climbing above 5 degrees. They are also the same people who walk past in shorts. In January. I hope they were enroute to the gym.
Or were australian. Otherwise there was no valid explanation for it.
Thankfully its Thursday, with the new year at the start of the week its thrown my calendar all out of sorts. New Years eve was fab, spent with Mammy2 even if we were both a bit sick. We were supposed to catch up with the mate J and her gf and also the mate S and her boyf, but we stayed put in the Morrison and rang in the new year by ourself. When I say rang in the new year in the Morrison, I do of course mean, there was some slight murmurings around 11.59ish, the mere ghost of a mention of a countdown followed by some polite air kisses and a golf clap. These people don't do countdowns, for heaven's sake. Its the Morrison dahling. Well, we did a countdown and managed a quick kiss without drawing any unwanted attention. It was a great night. There followed a drunken conversation with the sister which was great fun. She was having a mighty time at some party where you pay in a certain amount and can have as much beer as you want. From the sounds of her hangover the following day, she did take as much as she could fit in her small titch body! Tomorow I have vowed to do some of my day job work as I know the boss is going to arrive in next week and I will have nothing done. Because I was busy doing work for charity which I'm pretty sure he won't be overly impressed by.
The kid and her man swung by the apartment yesterday to pick up a bill and a letter to say she was living with me. For the social welfare. Apparently the other ones hadn't been processed. I only hope this doesn't mean she get's no backpay. She will go mad. I can't believe that unless she had went up they wouldn't have mentioned it and she would be still waiting. What a crock. She was in good form despite having the worse PMT ever apparently. They were heading to the cinema to see I am Legend. As to when we shall see her again, god only knows. I asked her if she wanted to come to our true life movie night. She arched an eyebrow and muttered something about being busy. And I hadn't even told her the date.
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