With my recent distractions I haven't keptup with my fav blogs so have only now noticed that Baino tagged me - first ever!!
So 8 things you didn't know about me:
1. I'm crap at being a girl, although I do try to express an interest in all things girly, I usually find it easier to communicate about real stuff as opposed to celeb gossip (I don't have a clue) or shoes(only mild interest).
2. I used to have an outey, then I grew outey and now it's an inny.
3. I'm one of the messiest people on the planet, second only to my darling husband - we have stuff everywhere.
4. I really like cauliflower - I'd sit down and eat an entire plate of it. Yummy.
5. I adopt everything. Strange pets I've had include, Ernie the fly, Hoppity the hare, Sheila and Sean the snails (who used to live in the top drawer of my dressing table), and numerous beach crabs who all committed kamikaze down the kitchen drain, much to my parents delight.
6. When I was six I sent my glasses to India and never told anyone, the result - my eyes weren't corrected and I need glasses to this day (but hopefully someone in India has great eyesight now).
7. I'm left handed, and so's himself actually, so we have a lefthanded house (fight the power).
8.I'm a big wuss. I've been known to cry at episodes of Star Trek!
Well, I don't know who to tag, so anonymous reader, I tag you!!
Tuesday 17 July 2007
Method to my madness
Had to remove this post as apparently I was breaking a confidentiality agreement, more of this later.
For now let the mystery remain.
For now let the mystery remain.
Wednesday 11 July 2007
Fear not!!
Contrary to popular opinion, I have not disappeared totally. I've just have had to abandon my office for a while.
In fact, I’ve been reduced to minion status with the upcoming family nuptials. My little banger has been co-opted for chauffeuring duties (driver included) for those family members who cannot drive, are not insured or who would prefer to have a few drinkie poos.
One wedding tomorrow and one next Thur and a birthday party, a kitchen party, a rehearsal, 4 farewells and the in-laws to stay in between.
But, I will return! Whatever is left of me.
In fact, I’ve been reduced to minion status with the upcoming family nuptials. My little banger has been co-opted for chauffeuring duties (driver included) for those family members who cannot drive, are not insured or who would prefer to have a few drinkie poos.
One wedding tomorrow and one next Thur and a birthday party, a kitchen party, a rehearsal, 4 farewells and the in-laws to stay in between.
But, I will return! Whatever is left of me.
Thursday 5 July 2007
Butt love
Spent this morning at doctors surgery and out of desperate boredom ended up flicking through a ‘woman’s mag’. Leaving aside the glorification of those who could obviously do with a few good meals, and the scrutiny of Brad and Angelina’s latest spat, one of the letters jumped out at me. Well the letter was not as remarkable as the reply.
Some poor young one feeling insecure had written something to the effect ‘I’m twenty something and my bottom is beginning to sag, what should I do?’ The advice included two options, a bum lift or implants.
Some poor young one feeling insecure had written something to the effect ‘I’m twenty something and my bottom is beginning to sag, what should I do?’ The advice included two options, a bum lift or implants.
I'm sure the rest of the waiting room must have been amazed at the amount of steam that came out of my ears.
For god’s sake you do not need to get cut open just because you feel your butt is sagging. This is not a medical condition. If you’re really worried about said sagging butt try going for a walk three times a week.
Better still, love your own butt and the changes in your body as you grow older!!!
I think I'll do a chapter on butt love. I'm currently trying to extricate my heroine from a deadend argument over nothing which has been blown out of all proportion and she's not even sure how it started anyway. A little autobiographical maybe?
Later.
approach with caution
Being going through a real hormone rollercoaster lately, won’t bore you with the details (relief all round I hear), suffice to say I’ve had the attention span of a gold fish with a really short attention span, and I’ve been as irritable as a traffic warden in a hailstorm. A pleasure to be around, I’m sure.
Anyway, I just have to get on with things and that means choosing my college modules for next year. I’m debating between taking two or three -ah, the joys of mature studenting. Three will mean an increase in workload but a degree in less time. On the other hand my writing is now taking off, I’m actually getting articles published and writing poetry as well as the ole masterpiece. Well, I have another month or so to decide.
In the meantime it’s still pissing rain here. Hoping for a break in the weather tomorrow to take the boat out (ironic I know, but I’ve become a fair weather sailor). I hope the rain holds off for Elfenpants big day next week, I think we’ll have to invest in some bridal umbrellas just in case.
Anyway, I just have to get on with things and that means choosing my college modules for next year. I’m debating between taking two or three -ah, the joys of mature studenting. Three will mean an increase in workload but a degree in less time. On the other hand my writing is now taking off, I’m actually getting articles published and writing poetry as well as the ole masterpiece. Well, I have another month or so to decide.
In the meantime it’s still pissing rain here. Hoping for a break in the weather tomorrow to take the boat out (ironic I know, but I’ve become a fair weather sailor). I hope the rain holds off for Elfenpants big day next week, I think we’ll have to invest in some bridal umbrellas just in case.
Monday 2 July 2007
family time
Well the ole writing is taking a back seat at the mo. Little furry bro is home on a visit from the wintry antipodes, elfenpants wedding is next week followed by Lady A’s the week after – so mucho bridesmaids duties.
Furry bro has begun sporting facial hair so we (myself, himself, and my folks) greeted him at the airport wearing dwarf beards, much to the amusement of the other waiting families.
Ah there’ll be some craic over the next few days
Furry bro has begun sporting facial hair so we (myself, himself, and my folks) greeted him at the airport wearing dwarf beards, much to the amusement of the other waiting families.
Ah there’ll be some craic over the next few days
Sunday 1 July 2007
feminist disturbance
I think all this feminist literature I’m delving into is having an impact.
Last night I found myself oddly disturbed while tuned into a new chat show. This chat show is fronted by one of our foremost female current affairs presenters. This is the woman who chaired the leaders’ debate in the lead up to the last election and she is the face of Ireland’s investigative current affairs programme. She also, I found out recently, has 8 kids – mucho respect for her energy.
What had me disturbed was seeing her, in a pretty cleavage revealing frock, four times as much make-up as usual, chatting inconsequently. I had to turn off – I felt betrayed.
Why? I’m still trying to figure out. I’m not sure if that’s I feel she is capitulating to how (male dominated) society prefers women to be perceived. Or is it because her costume for this production emphasises the need for women to disguise themselves, to dress for the part when a male journalist can do the same job in a suit with no need to worry about how his image will be perceived.
While I understand, that like the rest of us women, she is a multidimensional character with ,no doubt, many inconsistencies, and that this is perfectly ok, I feel as a role model she has slipped.
Many it's my inner angst being projected here but this a tough world in which to be a successful woman and when a strong intelligent woman opens herself up to being judged on her image before her brains, we all lose.
Ah, my head hurts.
Last night I found myself oddly disturbed while tuned into a new chat show. This chat show is fronted by one of our foremost female current affairs presenters. This is the woman who chaired the leaders’ debate in the lead up to the last election and she is the face of Ireland’s investigative current affairs programme. She also, I found out recently, has 8 kids – mucho respect for her energy.
What had me disturbed was seeing her, in a pretty cleavage revealing frock, four times as much make-up as usual, chatting inconsequently. I had to turn off – I felt betrayed.
Why? I’m still trying to figure out. I’m not sure if that’s I feel she is capitulating to how (male dominated) society prefers women to be perceived. Or is it because her costume for this production emphasises the need for women to disguise themselves, to dress for the part when a male journalist can do the same job in a suit with no need to worry about how his image will be perceived.
While I understand, that like the rest of us women, she is a multidimensional character with ,no doubt, many inconsistencies, and that this is perfectly ok, I feel as a role model she has slipped.
Many it's my inner angst being projected here but this a tough world in which to be a successful woman and when a strong intelligent woman opens herself up to being judged on her image before her brains, we all lose.
Ah, my head hurts.
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