San Francisco

Hands down, one of the most beautiful cities I’ve visited!  It’s pretty much knocked Chicago off the top spot of “must move to cities”!  It’s such a bright and airy place, it puts Atlanta in the shade.  The people are so friendly - the only ones who had anything bad to say were the tourists, on whom the concept of forming an orderly line was completely lost. 

I met The Parental Units & Big Sis at Atlanta airport Saturday morning - the first leg of their trip having gone smoothly.  After checking into the hotel, it was time to explore the city.  I’ve never claimed to be in shape, I don’t work out (except to walk Wonderpooch); when Big Sis said we’d walk up the street a bit, I looked ahead and I swear I heard my lungs screaming in protest.  I’d heard San Francisco was “a bit hilly” but Oh Sweet Mother of Jesus!  Somehow I made it to Fisherman’s Wharf - with a few stops along to way to see if anyone was showing the football game on Sunday (that would be a no!). 

The next few days were “easier”, in so far as we opted for public transport as much as possible - the cable cars are so much fun! We did it all - well they did it all, I didn’t walk across the Golden Gate Bridge.  But I did make it to Alcatraz, and took a ferry across the bay, and went to Coit Tower, and popped into Chinatown, and just had an amazing time! 

I fell in love with San Francisco and I hope to make it back again!

Green-eyed Monster!

While I’ve been having a blast with West Ham Fan, being wined and dined, others around me are living the high life!  One such lucky lady has turned in her sassy red shoes, perfect hair and nails, and wonderful outfits all for the sake of lurve.  She’s gladly offered up her weekends to help her beloved renovate his kitchen. 

Gone are the evenings of socializing, instead she’s standing on countertops to remove kitchen cabinets.  While I moan and wail over the prospect of yet another evening of tottering around in heels, having my every whim and need catered to, she’s playing demolition derby and wielding manly tools.

Some girls have all the luck!

I was recently asked

That if i was to have kids, at that point would I consider moving back to Ireland?

Should I ever be blessed with struck down with pregnancy, I would probably seriously consider moving back to Ireland.  For the wonderful health care system?  Uh……no!  For the commendable education system?  No.  So my wonderfully well behaved little darling(s) can be close to their grandparents.  Ok, yeah.  There’s that and there’s so my daughter (cos God will give me a daughter as punishment for what I did to my parents!) won’t grow up to emulate the floozies I see swanning around here regularly. 

I was by no means a model child when I was growing up; I look back at some stuff I did and I cringe, other times I look back and smile to myself!  I’m sure the Parental Units have some idea of my antics back then, but I wonder if they know as much as I know?!  They’re still talking to me so I’m guessing no!

I’m not relishing the idea of raising a mini-me!  I most certainly will not raise a mini-me in this country - just look at the resources they have to avail of now!  Maybe I’m just getting older (wiser doesn’t even come into play!), maybe I’m envious of my lost youth (let’s have a moment of silence for that!), or maybe I’m sick of kids being treated like best friends by their parents and being unruly little scuts.  Whatever the reason, if you hear I’m heading back to the mother ship you’ll know why!

Heading West!

Saturday morning, bright and early, I head to San Francisco!  Big Sis and The Parental Units have a very short layover in Atlanta, so any flight delay on the first leg of the trip will have them missing our flight. 

I’m going with the theory that I’ll probably be making the flight alone and just catch up with them later in the day.  Alone time will give me the opportunity to scout local watering holes to see if anyone is going to be showing the football Sunday morning.  West Ham Fan has offered to call a friend of his who can possibly help me out - I may just take him up on that!  If it wasn’t the last game of the season I wouldn’t be as concerned to see the game, but it is and it all comes down to this game.  In my defense, all the games are on at 7am there so I doubt we’ll be doing too much of anything right then!  So if anyone knows where I might be able to watch the games in San Fran, we’re staying just off Union Square on Powell Street.

Whenever I mention the upcoming trip to people here, I seem to get different tips on what I should see.  The  unanimous referral is Fisherman’s Wharf.  I’m dying to check out Alcatraz too, and I’m surprised that nobody has suggested that. 

So Saturday morning, I’ll be oh so very happy.  And Thursday morning, when I say my goodbyes, I’ll be oh so very sad.  But before I focus on the sad, I’m going to focus on the family time and just have fun!

Arsenal Fan v West Ham Fan

Where are all the United fans??   Why must the Gods mock me so??  Though I did get great enjoyment from United’s win over West Ham on Saturday!  Others didn’t appreciate my enthusiasm though.  If I thought he read this, I’d apologize.  But he doesn’t, so I won’t!  And we won’t tell him about it either!  Right Mr. M???? 

What type of person am I if I’m using football to pick between people?  I could look at their qualities, compare what each is bringing to the table.  Break down the potential relationship pros & cons bit by bit.  Oh no, not me!  I use football to determine a suitable mate - and I wonder why I’m the eternal single one! 

Having said all that, I think this time West Ham will have the upper hand over Arsenal!

Always the optimistic pessimist

I’m looking for helpful hints - given my upcoming trip to San Fran, I’d like to know what you’re supposed to do during an earthquake?!  Trips rarely go off without a hitch for me.  I’m not dismissing an earthquake as a simple hitch but I’d like to cover all the bases, just in case.

Not that I’m predicting an earthquake; in fact I’m predicting that the worst thing to happen will be my inability to find an establishment showing the footie Sunday morning!  That will not make for happy bunny status!

 

Rational v Emotional

We let our emotional side override our rational side; we let the “what ifs” smother the facts.  Maybe it’s more a female trait than a male trait.  I know I’ll always assume the worst in a situation and often end up feeling like an idiot when I find out what really happened. 

It’s a hard habit to break; but it’s easier to prepare yourself for the worst, rather than hope for the best and be bitterly disappointed.  Though, having said that, you always tuck a little glimmer of hope away at the back of your mind.

So what am I saying here?  That I’m just a hopeful pessimist! 

I rock!

Oh yes I do!!!  While having dinner/drinks with a friend, he told me that I’m a beautiful person, inside & out (no he wasn’t drunk or stoned - as far as I could tell!).  I didn’t bother to tell him that he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life!  He’ll get to figure that out as time goes by.

He might have been trying to get in my pants but I’m far too cynical for that sort of stuff; instead I smiled at him, while covering up my embarrassment - yes I can play humble at times! 

So there ya have it folks, I’m beautiful!  Honestly that’s probably the first time I’ve ever heard that.  I’m used to hearing that I’m a bitch so it’s a nice change of pace.  Am I going to be gracious over this compliment?  Am I fuck!  He’s going to regret the day he ever uttered those words - the drama queen in me didn’t need any encouragement but she got it all the same. 

I’m gonna make a grown man cry - and I can’t wait!!

I’ve been berated

For all my sporting posts; apparently somebody doesn’t share my appreciation!  (Obviously someone hasn’t seen Ronaldo whip off his shirt at the end of a game!!)  I understand her looking to me for entertainment, enlightenment, and advice though.

She’s dragged herself out of bed early on weekend mornings to trek to Fadó to watch rugby - actually she’s dragged herself out of bed early on a weekend morning to listen to her iPod and watch us watch rugby. 

In her defense, she’s embracing the Irish culture with a passion; her quick use of Irish slang and curse words make me so proud.  Hearing her refer to a co-worker as an absolute gobshyte yesterday just warmed the cockles of my heart!  And she’s even managed to worm her way into the hearts of the regulars at the Watering Hole (mostly by dating one of them).  Nothing to do with her witty personality or anything like that; oh no! 

 

Happy Happy Joy Joy!!!

The Husbands did it!!!!  Through to the Champion’s League final.  That almost makes up for the loss over the weekend.  It’s definitely put a smile back on my face!!  And now I’ve got two big finals to look forward to next month and both are within days of each other! 

Oh yeah - here’s hoping that Liverpool can beat Chelski tomorrow.  Come on the Scousers!!!

Bugger!

They were close - so very very close.  Are they stumbling now?  A draw with Blackburn, a loss to Chelsea; Chelsea & United are now level on points, but United are ahead on goal difference. 

Maybe I jinxed them when I said the title was United’s to lose.  They’re coming unglued, and it’s not pretty to watch - unless you’re of the ABU mindset, in which case you’re probably grinning from ear to ear!

West  Ham and Wigan are United’s final 2 league games.  Chelsea have to face Newcastle and Bolton.  It’s not over yet.  But it’s not quite the glorious ending I’d envisioned. 

Oh well, at least Munster won! 

I introduced Arsenal Fan

To the Watering Hole; he spent the first few minutes checking out all the sports jerseys hanging on the wall.  I gleefully pointed to the United shirts & scarves, and even managed to not sneer at him when he inquired where all the Arsenal shirts were - looking back, I should have directed him towards the shitter!  Another chance lost!

It’s time for the family to worry!

I’ve met an Arsenal fan.  And I don’t care that he’s an Arsenal fan.  I’m sure planets are colliding somewhere.

Of course, given my track record it’ll probably fizzle into nothing.  But then again, maybe it won’t!  Only time will tell!

Observations

• No matter how they choose to present themselves, some people just aren’t comfortable in their own skin.
• An innocent comment can be misconstrued 101 different ways.
• Some people would rather be miserable in a relationship than happily single.
• Sometimes you have to be completely selfish and think only of yourself and what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.
• Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
• From the inside out, a relationship might not be what you think it is.
• A drunken Scouser can drown out the loudest of crowds!

Another girlie conversation

prompted the following question “Would you pass on the chance to date someone because your family wouldn’t approve?”.  I’m not talking about dating someone who just isn’t good to you or good for you.  Maybe the person is of a different religion, or a different race, or whatever their issue may be.  How about your friends - what if they have the same issues with someone you’re dating? 

I wonder how my family would react were I to date outside my race; it’s been established that religious differences don’t matter.  Would my parents disown me?  Would my siblings try to get me to see the error of my ways?  Would they all just be happy that I’m happy?  Or would they just assume it’s yet another phase I’m going through and that it’s bound to blow over?

Between you and me, they really only need to start worrying about me if I date an Arsenal or Chelsea fan!!

The end is in sight!

The once faint scent of victory is getting stronger, thanks in part to the fine displays of football the husbands have been churning out, and thanks in part to Wigan’s last gasp goal yesterday to hold Chelsea to a draw!  United sit top of the table, 5 points clear with 4 games to go. 

At this point, the title is United’s to lose.  But I’m a hopeful person and have every confidence in their ability to steamroll over any competition that may attempt to derail their title hopes! 

And let’s not forget the Champion’s League.  Liverpool v Chelsea and United v Barcelona in the semi-finals.  Torres, arrogant in his assumption that Liverpool will beat Chelsea, has announced his desire to see United crumble to Barcelona.  I’m pinning all my hopes on Ronaldo et al to do the business and send Barca packing!  I’m also secretly hoping that the Scousers do the business and send Chelski packing too!

Trust

When I meet someone new, there’s automatically a certain level of trust I’m willing to give to that person.  Having taken the time to think about the people I’ve met in my life, I wonder if I’m too trusting.  Should I adopt the cynical attitude of some of my peers and only give trust when it’s been earned?  I’ve been told I’m too open - ask me anything and I’ll give you an answer.  Good or bad, that’s just how I am.  

It’s been established that I’m a poor judge of character, a loser magnet if you will.  That’s probably down to where I’m meeting said losers - any watering hole I happen to be in.  Put me in a room with 100 men and I’ll find the one loser and make him my own!  Atlanta G has said that, upon meeting a new guy, if I like him she’s going to pass on him cos there’s a 98.5% chance he’ll turn out of be a complete douche bag! 

So Ladies of Atlanta, I’m offering you my services!  If there’s any doubt that the man you’re seeing isn’t really all that, send him my way.  If I’m into him, he’s an asshole who doesn’t deserve the time of day from you!  It’s my version of giving back to the community!

Oh the games we play

Why is it that when you give someone the time of day, they back into a corner and don’t want to reciprocate, but when you act like they’re of no real importance to you, you suddenly have their attention?  Jesus, aren’t we a bit old for games???? 

On another note, I must admit this whole dating freeze is actually quite enlightening!  It’s made me relax, it’s calmed me down (a little), and I’m not wondering what he’s thinking anymore - honestly I could give a shit what he’s thinking, cos I’m going home alone to snuggle with Wonderpooch!  

Not sure how long this new leaf shyte will last and I’m not concerned about how long it’ll last.  I’m going to enjoy every day as it comes, I’m going to enjoy my friends, my family, and I’m going to enjoy drooling over the husbands for the last few games of the season.  Shit!  What’s the betting after football season ends all hell will break loose???  Hmmmm, that could be something to look forward to!

Stuck in the middle

You have a friend that you’ve known for a few years.  Then said friend starts dating another friend of yours, mayhaps someone slightly newer to the crew.  Straight away, the role of third wheel is yours to enjoy!

Now I know this may come as a shock to most men out there, so I’ll try to break it to ye gently; women like to talk among themselves about everything and anything going on in their life - both inside and outside the bedroom!

While this can be advantageous to us, it can also paint a mental image of our friends that we never really wanted to see. 

So I ask, how am I supposed to keep a straight face when I see that guy friend again???

Taking a break!

Enough with the outpouring of grief, ye muppets - I’m not abandoning ye!  I’m merely taking a “dating break”!  I’m going to have some me time, some time with Wonderpooch, some time with friends, and in 5 weeks I’ll have time with family.  

Ye see, after much thought and consideration, it dawned on me that I don’t need the mind games right now, nor do I need the guessing games.  I don’t need to sit by the phone wondering if he’ll call or not (whoever “he” may be this week!).  I certainly don’t need anyone fucking with my head anymore! 

Now I know it sounds like I’m making this decision for myself. Oh no!  Fate has decided to shit on me yet again and inflicted this dating exile on me.  But you gotta just roll with the punches.  I can hear the single men of Atlanta breath a collective sigh of relief - bastards!  I’m down, not out!  I’ll be back, on a more scarier level than anyone ever thought possible!

Foreplay!

What’s so hard to figure out about foreplay?  It’s fairly simple, all you have to do is get her engine revving.  Let me tell ya that a quick nipple tweek will not cut it for most women. 

And why do most guys spend an entire evening having a conversation with her boobs, only to ignore them when he gets her behind closed doors????

Honestly, after hearing some of the horror stories (mostly mine, repeated in my head) I’m tempted to abandon all hope and live a life of celibacy! 

Engaging

I have an acquaintance, who I run into from time to time.  He informed me last night that he wanted to propose to someone I know; someone he barely knows.  His grandfather instilled in him that you don’t marry for love, instead you marry for friendship and let the love come afterwards. 

He sees certain qualities in her that he finds appealing.  She intrigues him.  I’m not sure of the age difference but I’m guessing it’s a good 20 years.  I know that marrying him isn’t in the best interest of my friend so I did my best to diffuse the situation, without stepping on anyone’s toes. 

Hopefully she won’t kill me for writing about it, but I’d nothing else going on in my sad little life.  I know I wanted to live vicariously through other people, but I’ll draw the line at this!

So what to do?  Surely he knows I’ll inform my friend of his intentions - there’s no way I’d sit back & watch that situation unfold, however humorous I might find it?!  Maybe that was his goal in talking to me? 

Is friendship a good enough reason for marriage?  Is loneliness a factor in his thinking?  Is loneliness the reason a lot of relationship that really shouldn’t have lasted are still going strong? 

Given the choice, would you rather be single and lonely but content, or be with someone and be unhappy?

Decisions!

To stay in a situation that makes you neither happy nor unhappy?  It’s just there and you wonder how long you’d have gone on, if it weren’t for the “interference” of someone else. 

Not a good interference, where they’re looking out for you.  It’s more all about them.  And had you not been in that situation the interference, more than likely, would never have happened.  “Not that I’m all that interested in you, but I’m going to fuck with your head so you’ll drive yourself insane wondering about the what if’s” sums up the situation, as far as I can tell.  I could be wrong, I’d like to be wrong, but I’m probably right.

Given that this person comes round less frequently that Haley’s Comet, I won’t be able to figure this out anytime soon.  Which is a good thing right?!  Out of sight, out of mind, and all that good stuff!  I must be out of my freaking mind for giving him the time of day but he played the game well, and is now on my mind! 

I need a distraction!

Moving on?

Ok, so we’ve all got ex’s.  We’re all someone’s ex.  Some are able to maintain a friendship with an ex afterwards; I’m friends with a couple of ex’s and they are the best friends a gal could ask for! 

On the other end of the spectrum, you’ve got the ex that just won’t go away.  They know you’ve moved on, mayhaps you’re happily shacked up with a new love.  Loving life, and all that shyte good stuff. 

What fucked up part of their brain tells them it’s ok to contact their ex, when they know it’s the last thing they want?  And then to admit they do it as they know it drives their ex crazy?!  Oh yeah, real stable there! 

Is it a jealousy thing?  That the ex has moved on, and is happy (or happier) without them?  Or is it something like “I don’t want them, but I don’t want anyone else to have them either”??  Whatever the reason, it’s bad karma to mess with someone’s relationship, unless you know that relationship is detrimental to the person or persons involved. 

And what about a friend’s interference with a new relationship; it’s one thing to be concerned for a friend and to want to look out for them.  But to go so far as to threaten a new person with bodily harm should anything happen to a friend really crosses the line.  To show up randomly at places where you might run into the new couple and reiterate the same “threat” does get old and will make the new person wonder wtf they’re getting themselves into.  Be a good friend, be there for them, but let the relationship run its course by itself.

When did it become ok

To publish pictures of grieving families at the funerals of their loved ones who were tragically killed?  To go so far as to publish pictures of the deceased laying in their caskets?  It’s not just in papers here in the US, I’ve seen the same thing in Irish and English papers also. 

How about a little respect for the deceased?  A little dignity for them and their families?  Dare I go so far as to ask for a little privacy for them?

If anything happened to any of my family and friends, the last thing I’d want to do is reach for the local newspaper, or read it on-line, and see the funeral pictures, with a blow by blow account of the services.  Another reminder I wouldn’t need.

Mind games

Having had the same conversation with various girlfriends over the last few weeks has left little doubt in our minds that we all come to the same conclusion - dating sucks! 

The mind game that is dating someone new includes the cryptic comments from guys, the lack of contact at times, the is he or isn’t he into me, the wondering if we should call them or sit back and wait for them to call us.  Someone once told me dating was supposed to be fun - what sadistic fucker came up with that idea?!

What ever happened to the good old days - the days where you knew where you stood with your guy???  Remember those days?? 

And now thanks to their mind games, they’ve got the women joining in the mess; baiting the poor bastards, making them beg for the pleasure of their company!  Though that could just be good ol’ Karma!

Happy Day!

I have my car back!!!  Compared to the vehicles my friends kindly let me borrow over the last three weeks, it feels very light and zippy - many, many thanks go out to the generous (and brave) souls who handed over their vehicles to me! 

Things are really starting to look up for me - I’m afraid I’ll jinx myself so you’ll have to wait for me to divulge things later but life is good right now.  Very, very good! And long may it last!! 

A disturbing observation

An insight into the workings of a friend’s mind.  She says that a man’s index finger is proportionally correct to what he’s got going on south of the border.

You know what that means?????  It means I’ll be checking out the hands of every man I come across!  Friends, co-workers, neighbors, random potentials in whatever watering hole du jour I happen to be visiting - there’ll be nobody safe! 

This simply cannot be a good thing! 

Relationship post - consider yourself warned! :)

There comes a time in every relationship where the “talk” comes up.  You know the “talk” - it’s the “can I call you my boyfriend and will you forsake all others?” talk.  Or it could be “are we just friends with benefits?” talk.  Sometimes the talk is good, though it may tend to freak out the little boy in him!  On the other hand you may get the “I really want to date you” talk but then when you put yourself out there, you get fuck all in return!

So what’s a gal to do?  Insist on having the talk, so you know where you stand, but risk scaring the bejasus out of him?  Don’t have the talk and find out your boyfriend is actually nothing more than your friend with benefits? 

Guys can introduce a girl to their group and his friends will think it’s probably nothing more than sex.  Girls introduce a guy to their group and chances are pretty good that he’ll be referred to as the boyfriend.  So, is it better or worse to bring the guy into the hen house? 

It’s all over!

What a weekend!  First off, thanks to everyone who supported St. Baldrick’s this weekend.  As far as I know, the fundraising goal at the Watering Hole was more than met!  It’s a great cause, one that’s near & dear to my heart because of my favorite little man over here.  He was diagnosed at 6 weeks with Stage 2A Neuroblastoma and underwent surgery at 9 weeks old.  I’m happy to say he’s now a  happy, healthy, and cancer-free 3 yr old!! 

The entire weekend went off without a hitch; the Plastic Paddies and Culture Vultures were out in force.  I met a guy last night who proudly informed me that he’s 1/16th Irish.  I must have looked interested in his story for him to have divulged that information to me - I wasn’t though! 

But it’s all over and I can safely say I enjoyed my first Paddy’s weekend off in 9 years!  I’m sure the bartenders and wait staff are breathing huge sighs of relief today - thanks for a great weekend guys n’ gals!  Now get back to work!

Another week over……….

It’s been a quiet week; not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing - it’s just a thing!  Once again, I’m feeling all sorts of blah but I’ll get over that.  No major plans for the weekend but that usually changes.  Mayhaps Fado tomorrow to watch the rugby.  Followed by a trip to the Watering Hole to watch the plastic paddies complain about the lack of green beer (gobshytes!). 

It’s funny to watch the culture vultures and plastic paddies in the same room.  For anyone who enjoys people watching, I highly recommend it!

Don’t forget about St. Baldrick’s this weekend!!

Moving on………

I shouldn’t have regrets - can’t change the past after all!  I can only learn from this, and move on.  Chalk it down to another of life’s lessons.

We ventured down to check out the new Fado on Sunday - it’s beautiful!!  It was a training day for the staff and was full of the old regulars!  It was great to catch up with everyone, some of whom I hadn’t laid eyes on in years!  When the weather gets a tad bit warmer, I know what patio I’ll be sitting on!

Regrets!

Isn’t it amazing how one incident can have such resounding effects?  Effects you never dreamed would happen?  Because of one thing, I have someone who is less than happy to see me now, he’s worried about a friendship and possibly feels that further contact with me might jeopardize said friendship, and he feels guilty about what’s happened between us.  Can we possibly get past this?  Does he want to get past this? 

Anyone know where I can find patience???

It’s that time of year again!

You got it - St. Paddy’s Day is fast approaching!  And with Paddy’s Day comes St. Baldricks. 

The mission of the St. Baldricks Foundation is to raise awareness and funds to cure childrens’ cancer.  Please be sure to check out http://www.stbaldricks.org to see if there are events being held in your area or to make a donation.

For anyone close to the Watering Hole, please stop by on Sunday, March 16th to support the shavees!

Feast or famine!

All or nothing.  Why does it always work out that way???

Some good news!

Initial inspection of my car says it’s not totaled!  I’m so relieved about that!

The thoughts of going car shopping and starting a whole new car loan was making my skin crawl!  Still no major aches or pains from the accident - thanks to Dr. K for that I’m sure! 

I’m still nervous to drive - even though the whole thing was my fault to begin with.  I see people driving along, pulling the same shit I used to do and it scares the Bejaysus out of me now!  Pity I didn’t get an easier wake-up call sooner, though my speeding ticket should have been a clue!

I’m surprised!

Given the whole airbag in the face and all that yesterday, I’m not as stiff and sore as I thought I’d be.  That’s probably the only good thing I have to report.

Looks like the insurance company are going to total my car, because the airbag did deploy.  Crushie’s going to help me on the car shopping front - it’s good to have a guy along to deal with the smarmy sales people!  I should have gotten a ticket too but I just got a warning instead.  Which is always good!!

Now I’m scared to drive!  It’s pissing rain and I’ve got to get to work.  I’m not looking forward to this at all. 

Happy Birthday!

Did ye detect the sarcasm there???  It was a good weekend - actually it was a great weekend!  

It was all well and good until this morning - driving to work I had a car accident!

I’m fine, the person I hit (yes it was my fault) is fine.  I’m waiting on the tears to start.  I called Crushie after it happened and he said he was happy I’m ok and that I’m irreplaceable!  He’s a good boy!

I’m going to go and throw up now!  Later peeps!

I’m feeling blah!

Can’t put my finger on the reason behind the blahness, so it’s kinda lingering over me. 

Can’t get myself excited about the weekend.  There’s a group of us going for Mexi tomorrow night and the prospect of me being the center of attention usually has me giddy but not this time.  Saturday night we’re going to a different watering hole to help a friend celebrate his barfday; there’s a chance Crushie will be there, which means another night of me looking like a complete idiot in front of him is guaranteed! 

Roll on Sunday!

I’m certainly having one of those weeks!

But it wouldn’t be my life without some bullshit popping up along the way!  However, some bullshit is easily taken care of and that’s just what I did!  Other bullshit not so much - if anyone knows of a good dog trainer, please let me know!!

And what’s up with the freaking weather this week???  Fabulous weather one day, thunderstorms the next day, and bloody snow the day after that?????  I thought this was Hotlanta!  Not a place to freeze your fucking arse off!

The Barfday is fast approaching.  Not sure how I feel about it - usually I’m all over the b’day fest but this year I’m flip flopping back and forth.  But with a group of friends by my side, how can I not have fun???

It’s been said……….

That you tend to date the same type of person.  If that’s the case, why bother dating?  Look at my track record for example - if history will repeat itself, then I’ll only date cheaters or druggies.  Isn’t that just a warm cheery thought?!!

So should I just look at Crushie and all other potentials with scorn and disdain??  Save myself all the heartache down the road!  Eliza says we date because we hope one day to get lucky.  I’m thinking my lucky break was when I returned to the single life!

I’m also thinking this whole dating lark is really starting to irritate the crap out of me!

What a wake-up call!

I awoke this morning to a quivering dog and a fabulous thunderstorm!  After venturing out with Wonderpooch, I’m wondering how my drive to work will be - I’ve spotted plenty of fallen trees just around my neighborhood.  And rather than hit the road, here I sit, wasting time! 

I’m in a very blah and fuzzy mood this morning.  Possibly got too much sleep last night - there’s a complaint I haven’t been able to use in a while! 

I’ll come back later when I’ve got something witty to say to ye!  Toodles!

Speechless!

Why is it that I can’t speak to him?  The first time we met, I’d no issue talking to him!  I saw him as soon as I walked through the door and thought to myself “I’ll have that”.  It’s good to have a goal right????  And now I can’t speak to him!  I just sit there, with a goofy fucking look on my face, all the while making strange noises!

Everyone with us knew the scoop, and were having a great laugh at my expense!  Atlanta G told him to come speak to us - which is all fine and dandy, except I can’t bloody well speak to him!  And forget the liquid courage route - that doesn’t work either!  It just adds to my inability to converse with him!

The biggest issue is that he’s just fucking with my head!  I’ll get an email from him, where he talks about wanting the person he can’t have and I’ll think to myself that I’m just a buddy to him, his little email confidante!  Then I’ll get another email where he signs off with xoxo, while saying he’s looking forward to hanging out with me.   He’s acting like a woman and confusing the shyte out of me!

I give up!  Where’s the convent???

Who knew???

Shocking moment of self-discovery this morning!  Get your mind out of the gutter, fecking perverts!!

I’m a girlie girl!  It’s awful!  Atlanta G is by my side, reliving the (as she sees it) funnier moments from last night.  Enter cute guy, who I’ve got a crush on.  Exit all my abilities to speak and have a proper conversation!!  Apparently I just sat there, smiling up at him!  He probably thinks I’m a demented creature, who should be locked up!

And I’ve agreed to join the same group again next week!  Oh dear Jesus! 

I’m baaaaaaaaaaack!

Who missed me??? Anyone???  Hmmm…………fine then!  I’ll carry on regardless!

I had the best trip!  My eldest nephew has turned into quite the chatter box and his baby brother is full of smiles.  It was so good to be home and just relax.  I’m sure the Parental Units didn’t find it too relaxing with all their toing and froing to the airport! 

I needed that trip - more than I ever thought possible before I left.  I feel so much better now; I’m not in that rut anymore!  It was a very quick visit, and it flew by.  But I’m all the better for it! 

My last night….

My bags are packed and I’m ashamed to admit I’ve purchased nothing!  Not a new pair of shoes or a bag in sight! 

Just finished watching the football with Dad and wondering if I’ll be able to watch the game tomorrow - I should be back in time.   Though, having said that, the fecking train will break down and I’ll be stranded for hours somewhere around the Civic Center or 5 Points!

This trip has been just what I needed!  You’ll notice a happier cheerier Limerick Gal in the coming weeks - oh ok, who the fuck am I kidding?!  I’ll be back an hour and fall back into the misery guts ye all know and love!! 

See ye tomorrow!

To appease the masses

Enough with such public tantrums - I haven’t abandoned ye!  I’ve just been having too much fun to give much thought to ye lot!!

Big Bro flew back to London yesterday, and tomorrow Big Sis heads home.  Tomorrow is my last day, and as predicted, the past few days have simply flown by.  This has to be, hands down, one of the best trips I’ve had! 

Tomorrow I get the Parental Units all to myself - won’t that just brighten their day?

Back home Wednesday evening - who’s up for a few at the Watering Hole?  After I claim Wonderpooch from his Godmother’s that is?!  I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see me, and won’t consider ignoring me - oh no, he’d never do anything like that!

A weekend of surprises!

Who’d have guessed it?!  This morning, Big Sis surprised me when she woke me up!  I’d no idea she was flying in!  Apparently she didn’t either, until after she spoke to me on Thursday night and decided to book a flight!  Mum, Dad, and Big Bro knew she was flying in.  Baby Bro and Sis-in-law still have no idea! 

For the first time in two years, the Parental Units have all their kids together at the same time!  This weekend just gets better and better!!! 

What a morning!

I’ve had a nice nap and am back, full of the joys of life.  I’m still waiting for my ears to pop after the flight and it’s driving me insane - obviously not a good idea to fly when you have a cold.  Live and learn, eh?!

My cousin flew in last night and Big Bro flies in tonight.  I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of d’nephews.  I’ll be a picture snapping fool in just a few hours! 

Still happy!  Still grinning from ear to ear! 

Greetings from Limerick!

Wooohoooo!!  I be home!

“That be the secret??” I hear ye ask!  Well yes!  That be the secret, and it was a secret because the Parental Units had no idea I was coming!  Surprise!!!

I’m amazed I didn’t break down and tell them; it took every fiber of my being yesterday not to grab the phone and call them while I was packing.  Instead I packed, unpacked, and packed again. 

Baby Bro met me at the airport and whisked me to the house.  The first victim of the morning was Dad.  I stood in front of the kitchen window and waved in, laughing at the expression on his face!  He didn’t get the door open fully before I flung myself at him for a great big hug, while laughing and crying at the same time.  Next I went running down the hall to see Mum.  I scared the shit out of her - she stood there and screamed!  I wish ye could have seen the expression on their faces when they saw me……………..fecking priceless!!  Note to self, have someone with camera close by next time! 

It’s just a short trip; a last minute, spur of the moment trip.  But here I am, and here I’ll stay until Wednesday morning.  And I know these few days are going to fly by so I intend to make the most of them!

Homesickness has lifted!  Extremely Happy Bunny status is in full flow!