Wednesday, November 30, 2005
My Christmas panic is starting to set in. Between getting everyone the right presents to hoping the girls dont injure themselves tipping the tree over on a daily basis. The main thing is that the girls are taken care of. Im really looking forward to the morning when the girls come down and find their toys, no doubt there will be a few blows exchanged between the two as their presents are very different and the war cry in strained high pitched panic 'stop it' from luci will reverberate around the room but if I have chosen well I dont have to worry about that.
What I want for christmas is just a few simple things for the house 1,that the room gets sorted out once and for all - it goes from bad to fucking nuclear winter in the space of a few days from getting in a touch organised to what the fuck happened in here? 2, one wall in the kitchen and the sitting room painted and thats it.. Not much of a list but with babies in the equation makes it damn near impossible to get the time to do it.
Anyway Ive 3 weeks to sort it all out we'll see if I end up spraying dopey fifty something blood on my excursions for the christmas presents for I have no patience for the ignorant impolite of that generation who should know better so thats the reason why I spend my saturdays mornings at 8am in the city centre avoiding feeding time in the commercial serengeti but one of these days Ill bring home a kill like an apache and start a collection if it gets any worse than last year.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Ive decided to have a conscientious stab at getting back to writing, since yesterday we got the wood for the forgetting room and I can set up my computer and desk so when the girls are asleep I can write. Now this blog is hardly an advertisement for my capabilities , but theres an ingénue in the making here and I want to take the literary world by storm. Brace yourselves people for the luminosity exuding from the bushel of my being in the next few months.
So concentrating on the dynamics of some characters that I have, I decided to eaves drop on the crowded bus on the way to and from work. Not a protagonist or antagonist amongst them with the exception of a chav family screaming at one another as to whos responsibility it was to stop their child running up and down the aisle of the bus, she was too interested in examining her dreads and he was too interested in listening to UB40 on his phone holding it aloft showing off - imbeciles - I felt like saying get off the bus Im not aspiring to be the next bleeding roddy doyle..
Monday, November 28, 2005
|I cant understand how those big gaps got in my last posts or indeed how to get rid of the bleeders. The weekend was a bit of a giggle. Just the same old stuff shopping ,cleaning, and the endless job that is the forgetting room. Anything and everything is hockied in there at the moment. Due to lack of storage - funny I never felt completely moved in to the flat - I suppose the reason why is that not all rooms are functional. At the moment there are 2 computers - an armless 2 foot plaster christ, boxes, mountains of vids and cds, a 28' tv huge desk a bunk bed and all our clothes Theres probably a few homeless people living in there too for the looks of the place.. For the past 6 months ryan has been organising it all but its only on a sunday he gets a chance to do it and until we sort out the storage - ie build a built in wardrobe we can only then get sorted..|
D is back from the hospital -everything went fine. Next few months is going to be hard for him, I think he can handle the physical side of the healing but its his heart that needs more work to get him back on track - If he didnt have that on his plate I think he would recover at a speedier rate.
Brought the girls to see santa yesterday - thought eibhe would need councilling afterwards with her dislike for strange men but they where both as good as gold and the photographer and santa both said they where two of the most beautiful looking children they had ever seen. All in the gene pool (mine LOL) the photographer said all women should have eyes like theirs so they can melt into them - do I have to pay extra for this bullshit I felt like asking him LOL
Friday, November 25, 2005
Brrrrrrrrr ! I sit here in a draughty old office bored to tears and am not looking forward to going outside but its damned if I do damned if I dont.. I think the last entry was a little long but theres not many of you reading it as to my knowledge So should I really care?? Naw..
Last night was mainly uneventful we are still getting over all the hoofing and travelling and we both have agreed that we both felt we got the kicking of our lives having spent the night in our bed again - Hotel Waldstein certainly has upped our standards on comfy pillows and beds.. I may suprise ryan today and get him a new pillow (of the humongous variety) after work. Hes been hankering for some ever since we were picking out lucis new bed clothes from argos...
Luci and Eibhe are back into the routine - being away from them for 3 days was weird - eibhe looks so big now even though she still looks like a munchkin and luci seems to be doing her own thing more and more now in a very grown up fashion - if they would only change their sleeping habits I would never want them to grow old and stay as sweet as they are..
Thursday, November 24, 2005
It’s a nice feeling to come home and be able to walk without the gait of an old rummy that looks like they’ve been shot in the arse with a pellet gun. Never and I mean Never will I go any distance travelling without a comfortable pair of walking shoes. For the past three days have been agony and Ryan being the angel that he is, showed immeasurable patience with me. Now for those unaware, there is hardly a square inch of prague that has not got a cobble stone on its streets, It was a hard lesson to learn and a bigger one for my feet, christ knows how they got there -but the blisters didn’t develop on the back of my ankles or sides of toes - no, right between where the sole of the foot and toe pad meet- to be descriptive , like walking on salty bubble wrap - coupled with the cobbles, I was either feeling really sorry for myself or going fucking mad with frustration. I tried my best to keep these feelings to myself and not let it ruin things, especially for ryan.
So how was prague you ask.? Breathtaking I have to say. But strange as it seems I wouldn’t live there. Now Ryan is all set to abscond the country to live there but A it’s a beautiful city no doubt about it but the winters are so harsh and we where in the touristy part of the city B the language barrier is huge and its apparently harder to learn than Russian C We had a comfortable amount of money, no children with us and the most romantic deluxe suite possibly in prague and to be fair ryan has not travelled much so I am not surprised that he feel in love with the holiday mode side of things ..I ,on the other hand am in ‘reality mode’ and have no intentions of uprooting the girls and myself to live in a strange land.. That aside We had a marvellous time just walking around blind in the city - going up little side streets , finding a cosy pub, imbibing the very palatable beer or two and back to the warmth and cosiness of our hotel in the evening. The last night we met one of ryans friends , Asitar, who works promoting bands of the metal variety over in the Czech republic- His English was limited and I felt very patronising talking to slowly (said I talk musch fast) to him in pigeon English but we had a meeting of minds when we discovered our ever growing hatred in both our hearts for rap music and in particular 50 cent (*extremely ugly - how you say? How you say? ….Black mastiff-says Asitar and then I tell him my theory of how someone performed skull replacement surgery on 50 cent and used a big mad cow skull in the procedure - seemed to understand and appreciate my humour on the subject. ) I was particularly amused by the way Czech people have embraced the slow westernisation of their country and the way they have used pigeon English to sell some things to the tourist punter such as in advertising jewellery with the caption ‘diamond brilliantly’ and ‘you don’t be fooled 0% commision’..
The girls where asleep when we got in so about 6am this morning luci gets out of bed and stands beside me beaming and whispers ‘awhh mama’ then eibhe wakes up shes hurdled into the bed between the two of us and we smother them with kisses and head down for the holiday booty which consist of kaleidoscopes , giggling cows and pigs, shrek stuff for luci and hazelnut wafers the size of dinner plates for eibhe. Tore me in two slipping out for work and leaving them this morning…
Now its back to the grind stone where a flatulent wolf sits at the door waiting for the postman to call - I get a kick out of the sadistic dance she and the postman have, he opens the door a crack and slides in the post and she acts like a rabid dog from ‘the pack ‘ and demonstrates what she would do to him one of these days by shredding the fuck out of whatever letter has fallen . it’s the highlight of my day as this job goes..
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
We where up about 10 and went down for breakfast which seemed more like a running buffet of cheese meat and pastries. I realised that my boots where not going to cut the mustard with the thousands of cobblestones that lay ahead and before we even got out I was already lamenting for my sensible shoes that lay under the kitchen chair in dublin. It was a slow days walking but we managed to hoof quite a bit, took in a boat ride around prague, had dinner and found a tattoo parlor that specialised in Gigers Alien tattoos Ryan is seriously considering getting one tomorrow before we leave.. (we have 8 hours to kill between checking out and into the airport..
today we are heading out to wenceles square and meeting up with some of ryans friends that he met out here whilst filming in prague. My he sounds so jet set and hoi poloi. We plan on getting a bottle of absinthe and holing ourselves in the room tonight with a deck of cards hopefully it will not be that bad tastewise..
I told the nurses about my imminent departure and they kindly upped me on the cue. An hour later I was at home with 5 stiches and a host of dressings and antibiotics. So I half arsed packed and we headed to the airport leaving behind some essentials like decent footwear and warm clothes.. What was I thinking?
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
|Once you have found the story that you want to tell, you must begin to think carefully about how you are going to tell it. By looking at stories which have been very successful, you can see which elements are crucial to maintaining a reader's interest this is the best reason to cease reading my blog, You may be brushed with the wings of comedy now and again but what this serves, to me personally , is for my own amusement -nothing more.|
No sooner had I left the office and walked to the bus stop I realised I had left my purse in my desk - Luckily and I do mean luckily, I had money in my pocket to get the bus home ( Remember the lost key incident from yesterday? Uh- huh, untold damage has been done to my bladder with the pregnancies, and me and the wino who usually clears a 3 metre radius on the bus would have made for two peas in a proverbial piss stinking pod) I RAN from the knees down to the sanctuary of my promised porcelin land when I got home. Now there are two faces Ryan has on him when I come home ; 1 Pleased and in good form or 2 Broken and a little tested- it was a touch of the latter Im afraid .. Anyone who has more than one baby under the age of 3 will tell you how much hard work it is and If they (the little monsters) are in bad form you can pretty much lay bets on the Parents is a few hurdles in front or behind their kid. I shooed him upstairs and let him chill out at his pc then in no time at all they where bathed and in bed. Ryan had an interview the next morning so it was kind of an early night for us. I couldn’t sleep for ages when we got up there I think what it was , was I half expected one of the girls to wake up which has been happening for 5 consecutive nights now , just as we got comfy one of them would wake up. So I lay there listening to all of them breathing, watching the shadows and felt ryans foot subconsciously stroking my toes as he fell into a deeper slumber- Its my favourite part of the day little moments like that, Ive been in enough relationships by now to know that the bed language between two people really does spell out a lot about the relationship. I actually giggled out aloud too thinking about this, we all at one time or another, have gone to sleep on an argument and when that happens both parties (depends on who feels more wounded I suppose) hang off either side of the bed. The unwillingness to be in close proximity of one another is bordering on comical - I often wish when that when it does happens , one of us falls out of the bed just to alliviate the situation - god it would be fuckin hilarious!!
Im back at work here - the day is going slowish and this pc is giving me no end of hassle - Especially hotmail. Bastards wont let me print out my flight information for sunday so after a pleading call to my sister maureen shes printing it out on her reliable government laptop for me. I reckon Ill just take it easy here (boss is away) do a few doodles, some spider solitare, smoke illegally until 5 and take myself off home. Friday night is what ryan likes to call 'our night' so it maybe a take away, or a bottle of something (ameretto, baileys or bulls blood) but its always good. Tomorrow is my birthday - with every year that passes my inner child gets more and more disappointed, and the grown up in me looks for another ailment *Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart. ~Caryn Leschen* Im 34 tomorrow I have 12 months to find the elixir of life or what ever other chimerical illusion old farts seek.
Its the first time Ive been away in in years, and its our first proper holiday together, I know it wont be long enough. From sunday night to wednesday night - it sounds like its over before its begun. Maureen showed me a photo of a miniture castle herself and damien have hired out - looks wonderfully romantic - jammy bastards, they are like Judith Chamers and Alan whittaker these days -yes- envy wears an ugly face.
I wonder how D is recovering ? He was in a pretty bad way and nursing a broken heart to boot, pity theres no doctors sutcher that can mend that affliction.
Im in the wrong frame of mind to truly begin this today, its nearly quitting time, and the key to the office toilet is lost (my paranoid boss hides it to stop all those *dragged up animals* marking out their territory or making a dirty protest in the bowl). Ill just listen to Pink Floydds Wish you were here and momentarily dedicate it to the toilet key as I wait until 5pm and run from the kness down to my hygenic WC at home.