Monday, December 08, 2008

False eyelashes and hairnets

I had to wear a hairnet to bed on Saturday night. The girl who did my Forties French roll hairstyle said it would help to keep it in shape for the concert on Sunday night. That and the 50 clips she used plus half a tin of hairspray.

Anyway, a hairnet looked pretty flimsy to me, so I put eight on, just to be sure.

I had help with the eyelashes; after nearly 30 minutes of struggling I called in the cavalry for assistance. The assistant stuck them half way up my eyelids, and I had to point out that I was going for the Forties look, not a part as an extra in the next Alien movie.

I think the fact that Dolly was shouting 'don't push so hard, you'll squeeze her eyeballs out' the whole time they were being applied maybe didn't help.

I guess I should really be grateful I didn't end up in casualty with my eyes glued permanently shut. Wearing the dress someone had pulled out of a skip. And eight hairnets. That would have been quite a look.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Fun Monday

Mamalang has set the theme for this weeks Fun Monday and I have to list my three favourite carols. This is not an easy one as I love carols, and also because I sang in a choir for many years and so have lots of carols in my repertoire! But ...

My first and absolute favourite carol is Carol of the Bells (also known as the "Ukrainian Bell Carol"). I just love it with the whole bell sound thing going on. Love it, love it, love it!

Second come Away in a Manger simply because for me it is what Christmas is all about.

Third I'm going to say the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah because I got most satisfaction from having learnt it as a choir piece.

OK, can I sneak in a fourth? Immanuel by Michael Card.

The second part of the challenge was to a share a Christmas picture - mine is in the post below!

Christmas

Christmas finally came to our house on Saturday. I say finally because I know some of the readers of this blog have had their decorations up for, like, forever! (Judy)

And truthfully, this is very early for us to have the house decorated. Dolly likes the tree up for her birthday, so we usually put it up the weekend before that, but as her birthday is next weekend, this year we have to put the tree up a whole week in advance.

I was at the hairdressers yesterday afternoon getting forties-fied for SingSwing tonight, and when I came home a posse which included my mum and aunt had been busily decorating the house which meant all that was left for me to do was to mull some wine :-)

My brother and his family called in and we all had tea together and more mulled wine. Great start to the Christmas season.

You may have noticed no mention of my son in this fable. That's because my dad took him on a trip of a lifetime over to see Manchester United play Sunderland at old Trafford. Well, it's his idea of a trip of a lifetime anyway ;-)

Monday, December 01, 2008

Furry feline fiend, opps friend

My mother is in Poland visiting the Christmas Markets of Krakow. That's why the visitor stats are down on everyones blogs this week. We sent her, along with my father, for his 70th birthday.

They left their cat behind, in our charge. We have cat-sat before, it's easy (I can say that because I manage to avoid doing most of it). This time however, it is proving a little more difficult.

Because ... I have lost the keys to my mother's house and so, with temperatures at 5 degrees below, I have had to bring the cat into my house. And we have no 'stuff' for a cat - you know, like bed or mat or bowl or food even. Or litter.

So the brainy one in the family puts a bathmat, that's right folks, a bathmat on the floor in the living room and then tells the cat to lie on it and go to sleep. I know this to be true because I could hear it happening. I can also imagine the sly look cat gave human at this instruction.

So when we came down early (very early) (far too early) next morning to let the cat out because we have no litter, it's no surprise to see cat curled up in a nice cosy wee ball, tucked into the corner of the sofa, at the very far end of the room from the bathmat. Grinning at us I swear.

The cat lodged with me once before. It was a planned visit and I was left the 'stuff'. Cat took up residence in the conservatory for his short visit. I remember it well but not lovingly, because on that occasion, I forgot cat was living in the conservatory, walked into the room in the pitch dark, placed foot on very edge of litter tray and projected the whole bloody lot round me and the conservatory.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

One week to go

As readers of this blog will know, I signed up to sing with SingLive earlier this year.

In many respects that all seems like very long time ago now, though in other respects, with only one week to go (!!) until the big performance in The Waterfront Hall it doesn't seem long enough ago. We are in the final week of rehearsals and it's pretty hectic.

The show is SingSwing and features old favourites like New York, New York; Chatanooga Choo Choo; Me and My Gal; Fly Me to the Moon; String of Pearls and loads more to get the old feet tapping. As well as choir pieces and a swing band there will also be a range of solos by some very talented, if somewhat mad, choir members!

The best laugh is that we all have to dress in 40's style, which has proved a little interesting. There are not too many choirs where the tenors wear bright red lipstick!

Do you know what, if you read this and you're in the area next Sunday evening and fancy a good night out with some familiar music, you could do a lot worse than buy a ticket.

And beware, because these things travel round the UK, and a tenor in bright red lipstick could just appear in a venue somewhere near you.

10,000

Hit no. 10,000 was at 7:45 on Saturday night by someone who read as being from the City of London (though that means nothing!). They browsed the blog for 2 minutes and 18 seconds.

And I have no idea who that is, so if it's you please own up and claim your prize!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Lets just enjoy it

After a stonking 7 try win over Connacht last night, Ulster (who were once bottom) are now 4th in the Magners League.

Of course, half the teams in the league are a game behind us, but hey ...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

9942 and counting

At this rate I think I will have had my ten thousandth hit before the weekend. How exciting is that!

Roll up, sign in win! Not much time left

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

What the frock??

Ulster rugby players advertise new family tickets.
Where did Big Justin get that dress??

Who says the Irish are thick?

An Italian lawyer and an Irishman are sitting next to each other on a long flight. The lawyer is thinking that Irishmen are so dumb that he could put something over on them easily...So the lawyer asks if the Irishman would like to play a fun game.

The Irishman is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks. The Italian lawyer persists, and says that the game is a lot of fun. I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only $5; you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says. This catches the Irishman's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game.

The lawyer asks the first question. 'What's the distance from The Earth to the Moon?' The Irishman doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer.

Now, it's the Irishman's turn. He asks the lawyer, 'What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?' The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the Net. He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail. After one hour of searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the Irishman and hands him $500. The Irishman pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep.

The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes the Irishman up and asks, 'Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?'

The Irishman reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to sleep.

Don't mess with the Irish.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Let's look at the evidence, Madam ...

I am sure those of you who live in the UK are familiar with the Marks & Spencer meal deal, were you get a main course, a side dish, a dessert for two and a bottle of wine for £10. Fantastic value and not bad food either!

What you may not know, (I have insider knowledge), is that if you go to a Simply Food M&S where they do not sell alcohol, you get a box of chocolates with your meal instead of a bottle of wine. In fact, because of this, if you feel so inclined, you can actually ask at any M&S store to have the chocolates instead of the wine.

On Thursday this week M&S gave 20% off everything. Absolutely everything. Also, if you bought 12 bottles of wine you got an extra 10% off the wine, and you could also use a coupon in their free wine brochure to get another £5 off your wine bill.
On Saturday this week, staff members got these deals, plus their staff 20% off too. I have a relative who is a staff member at M&S. She is also a Methodist lay-preacher; the significance of that will become clear later. She spends Christmas with us every year and said she would, using all the generous M&S discounts, procure the wine for this years festivities.

She then went on to say she was going to stock up on meal deals while she got her extra discount, but indeed she would ask for the chocolates instead of the wine as she doesn't drink.

Here I stand at the checkout with my 12 heavily discounted bottles of red and white wine in my trolley, but could I please have the chocolates with the meal deal, as I don't drink. Uh-huh ;-)

Forgery

I am currently working in a placement teaching lifeskills to young adults who have moderate learning difficulties. We have been doing things like filling in forms, budgeting and ordering goods from catalogues and online.

It's all good stuff, but we hit a brick wall everytime it comes to the stage were you have to pay as we don't have bank details, so I have spent the weekend making fake Visa cards for them!

Turns out I'm pretty good at it too, even though I do say so myself. I had the other half convinced they were real anyway!

I have a feeling this could be quite a lucrative pastime to tide me through the credit crunch.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Happy Birthday Dad!

Tomorrow, Thursday 20th November, is my Dad's 70th birthday!

Indulge me while I tell you a funny story about my Dad. A couple of years ago he had cancer of the colon and had to have major surgery and treatment. Obviously, that's not the funny part of the story, but I'm getting there! After all this, there were certain foods he was not allowed to eat, one of them being his absolute favourite in the entire world: nuts.

Imagine then my horror, to arrive up at the hospital to see him one evening and find that some well meaning visitor had left him a giant size bar of Cadburys Whole Nut chocolate, and only the wrapper was left intact!

I of course told him off very severely for going against his consultants instructions, at which point he sheepishly produced a bed pan from beside his bed, full of hazel nuts.

He had sucked all the chocolate off and spat the nuts into the bedpan ... bless! Mind you, you gotta feel sorry for the poor nurse who was going to come across that bedpan later that night.

Happy Birthday Dad, and many many more of them. (Mum, show him this, would you!!)

Getting closer

Remember my little give-away!

Not sure what the prize will be just yet, but it'll be a good one :-p

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Fun Monday

It's been a while ....

M set the topic this week, to show a piece of jewellry that has special significance for you.

Mine is a ring I got when my son was born. He was the first baby, and because he was a boy I thought I might like something with a blue stone in it.

However, when we got to the jewellers and I saw this particular ring, I fell in love with it instantly! The stone is called tanzanite and is the most unusual shade of purple; not pink/purple like an amethyst would be, but a fabulous blue/violet purple - just the colour of my new baby's eyes.

A photograph of my ring does not do the stone justice, as you cannot see and fully appreciate the colour, so I have posted this picture of a tanzanite instead.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Mmmmm!

Ever nipped to the shops after a hard day at the office, feeling a bit cold, maybe even peckish, and spent an absolute fortune on confectionary?

Just half an hour ago!

Tonight I discovered, in the sweets and chocolate aisle (which was the only aisle I visited apart from the toilet roll aisle - which was my main reason for making the journey in the first place) that Green & Blacks organic chocolate manufacturers have two new flavours out for Christmas (which, thanks to Judy's countdown, I can tell you is only 41 days away).

So I sit here before you, munching on Green & Blacks dark and gingerbread chocolate and humming Christmas carols. Yes, it actually makes you do that!

Thankyou Tescos for making that 2 for £5 this week. I'll be back.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Appearing naked on a fridge near you!

I was in my sister-in-laws kitchen last week when I just happened to glance at a photograph on her fridge. A photograph of me in the bath!

So I'm 8 or 9 in the photo, and OK, my brother, her husband is there too, but ... that ought to sour the milk!

I'd get the kettle on Lou, you're about to have a rush of visitors ;-)

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Busy, busy, busy!

Boy, life is hectic at the minute! I'm busy at work, I'm busy in the evenings providing a taxi service round Girls Brigade, Boys Brigade, Irish Dancing, choir, French Club, Scripture Union and swimming.

And in between all of that I'm attending rehearsals and trying desperately hard to learn my part and the words for Sing Swing, which is happening (whether I like it or not!) in less than five weeks.

Doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah, doo - wah!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Tea for Two

or three hundred.

At least, that's what it seemed like at one point yesterday! The house was packed, the kitchen was steamy from boiling kettles and there were crumbs everywhere. And I mean everywhere!

However, it was well worth it with £1300 (that's $2100 if you speak American, or 1650 Euros if you are a true European) raised for TearFund.

It was a truly amazing morning even apart from the money raised. As well as support from friends, family and church, we had neighbours from the street who we had never spoken to and didn't even recognise calling in, rugby mums and even rugby coaches dropping by and a busload (or so it seemed) of people navigated in from the far side of town by my Aunt. And yes, they did eventually find us!

And of course Wils, who just spent her visit giggling (in the scale of C major) and starting sentences with 'Next year ...'

Big, Big, Big thankyou to everyone who baked, looked after children, came, bought and dropped money in our bucket.

Next year ...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

We carved the pumpkin out tonight

I'd love to tell you this was it, but that would be a lie. Have a good one, whatever way you choose to celebrate (or not) the festival.

And if you're nearby, please feel free to call in on Saturday morning for a cup of coffee in aid of Tear Fund.

If you're not nearby, I'm still happy to accept your money!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Impulse buying

I took the mini convertible in for a routine service last week ...

... and came home with a brand new one!
Here they are, old mini mouse(black) and new mini sidewalk (white)

I should say, that I have subsequently been confined to barracks

Friday, October 24, 2008

Gilbert who?

I am just home from a Gilbert O'Sullivan concert. It was a slightly disconcerting experience, as I actually thought I was going to see Gilbert & Sullivan, which, granted, might only have been marginally better, but whose music I am probably relatively infinitely more familiar with.

Mr O'Sullivan was appearing as part of the Belfast Festival at Queens, and as an old (old, old) boy of the University, my other half received an alumni email this week offering him free tickets to the show. Big, big warning sign there folks. Free tickets; not a competition to win tickets, or a draw for tickets, but free tickets - as many as he wanted!

We had to collect our free tickets at the door, so I joined the queue of other people collecting their free tickets and very quickly established that everybody at the concert seemed to be there on the free ticket scheme, with no one actually arriving at the venue with a £25 ticket and walking straight into the main hall.

Once I got the tickets, I noticed with absolute horror that we had seats in row A. However, the nice lady on the door told us we could sit anywhere we wanted, so we chose the back row. Or at least the back row that was in use, which was actually the sixth row!

I didn't recognise one song the whole way through the first hour, and at the end of the hour, when O'Sullivan took his bow, I got up to leave. Unfortunately, this was only the interval, and although they locked the doors so that no one could vacate the building, I do think old Gilbert took opportunity to write a few more songs during the tea break, as the second half of the concert was slightly longer.

I should say that most of the audience looked like they were on a day pass to be there, (my own companion fell asleep during song three) and can anyone tell me why the ones with the weakest bladders always sit in the front row?

Finally, two songs before the end, I was raised from my stupor by the familiar sound of this little ditty I remembered from many moons ago. I got momentarily so excited I nearly had to make a dash for the toilets myself. And then it was over.

To be fair, Mr O'Sullivan gave a good concert. And he was delighted with the crowd because, when he last performed in Belfast, it appears that there were only about 10 people turned up!

Obviously nobody told him Queens had emailed everyone who had ever attended, worked at or even walked past the University in the past 25 years and offered them free tickets to be there and still could only fill a third of the venue. But hey, who am I ...????

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Roll up, sign in!

In the not-too-distant future, my little blog will have it's 10,000th hit! Did you ever believe there were that many idiots with nothing better to do of a day in the world??

To celebrate this stupendously momentous event, I feel another little giveaway coming on. There will be a 'little something' for whoever is the 10,000th visitor (according to the Sitemeter statistics for this site) to these ramblings.

So come all you anonymous regular readers, I know you're there - now's the time to sign in and identify yourselves!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Why ..

.. does my mum think that, when asked the question 'who is your favourite celebrity chef?' I shouldn't have answered Colonel Saunders?

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Heathrow Airport

First of all, can I say this airport is to be avoided at all costs. It only takes you 50 minutes to fly there from Belfast, but then you spend 35 minutes flying round and round and round in the skies above it waiting to land.

Oh, and when you do land (ahead of schedule, because the schedules are all super inflated to allow for the 35 minutes holding time), they will congratulate themselves on being 10 minutes ahead of schedule, but then inform you that you can't actually get off the plane for another 15 minutes because they need to find steps and a coach to take you to the terminal.

Grrrrrrrrrr

I was over in London for a rugby match. Pause for a moment and picture the scene. 500 Ulster rugby supporters marching through the leafy streets of Twickenham led by those brandishing 'flegs' (flags), only, because you can no longer take your flegpole on your flight, these flegs were attached to bamboo canes, broom handles and mops (yes, mops!) purchased from the local hardware store. Or maybe the bamboo canes were purloined from local gardens, who knows.

Even more amusing than this sight was the look on the opponents supporters faces when, at the end of the match, they were offered gifts of bamboo sticks, broom handles and mops to take home with them!

Anyway, I digress. So I was in London and I flew into and out of Heathrow airport. But because I'm getting there in the most cost and time efficient way, I flew in with one airline (BMI) ... and home with another (Aer Lingus). Makes perfect sense to me.

But not, unfortunately, to the man who recognised me from the BMI flight into Heathrow and subsequently decided it was a good plan to follow me through the airport on the way home to the departure gate. Even the sight of the big green plane at the gate instead of the big blue plane we'd had on the way over didn't seem to warn him of impending doom.

By the time he realised, and had asked me were we in the right place, his flight had more than likely departed. Last seen charging out the no exit doors at gate 78, pursued by a hefty looking security man and probably soon to be seen on an episode of 'Airport'.

I feel a bit guilty! I hope he got home. Eventually.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Titter titter

A doctor walks into a bank totally exhausted after a 20 hour shift.

Preparing to write a cheque, she pulls a rectal thermometer out of her handbag and tries to write with it. She looks at the flabbergasted cashier and without missing a beat says

"Well that's great, that's just great! Some arsehole's got my pen!"

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

In light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately.

(You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary)

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy)

Your new Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a Governor for America without the need for further elections.

Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

1. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour,' 'favour,' 'labour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix '-ize' will be replaced by the suffix '-ise.' Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary')

2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ''like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter 'u'' and the elimination of '-ize.'

3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.

4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can't sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you're not ready to shoot grouse.

5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.

6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.

7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.

8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.

9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable, as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.

10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.

11. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).

12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.

13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.

14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776)

15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.

God Save the Queen!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Excusez-moi, une photo s'il vous plait?

I had the digital SLR with the super dooper telescopic lens with me yesterday at the match and spent the afternoon studying art :-)

After the game the the father of a young friend saw me loitering with the camera and asked could I take a picture of his son with his hero Bergamasco when he appeared. Of course I was happy to oblige.

Eventually he comes out of the changing room and chats to my friend and his dad and I'm standing waiting to take the photo, but he starts to move away. I frantically make eye contact with dad, who is mouthing 'NO!' and I'm thinking 'didn't he ask if he would have his picture taken? Did he ask and did Bergamasco say no!'

And still dad is mouthing 'NO!' and making slashing signs with his hand across his neck and I'm thinking I'm not letting him away with a no, so I tottle over, grab Bergamasco (gently - he's a big lad!) by the elbow, indicate towards my young friend and in my best French ask him can I have a photograph.

'Certainement' came the enthusiastic reply which has me thinking what was all the fuss about dad?!

So I take a few shots of them all, but as I have run out of French and am too in awe to speak anyway, give him my best smile and a thumbs up to indicate I am done and off he goes.

At which point dad appears at my side laughing. It was the wrong Bergamasco. I had accosted Mirco, when in actual fact my friends hero was his brother, Mauro . So ... I got to do it all again :-)

As a sad Post Script to this post, I know some of you have been logging in looking for my photos from the game. It appears that the memory card I used was damaged and I cannot access the photos. What an absolute travesty it will be if an entire afternoons efforts have been lost. I have not given up hope of retrieving them yet though

I had some absolute corkers, especially of David Attoub, who posed for me for 5 minutes when the camera jammed (honest, it did!) and who is my new all time favourite prop forward.

Take it from me ... Pink IS beautiful!

Friday, October 10, 2008

How was it for you?

Goodness, I've had one of the most stressful World Mental Health days ever!

First of all, work was manic. Suffice to say there'll be a full moon tonight, and anyone who teaches knows exactly what I mean by that!

Second of all, my beloved motor mini mouse conked out not 2 minutes away from work ... on the way home. So I did what all sensible, mature, grown woman do in that situation and sent for my dad.

Third of all, while I was sitting in the car, in the rain, hazard lights flashing, waiting for Dad to arrive I was approached by a policeman. Now, maybe I'm a product of my Belfast upbringing, but I still get a tad nervous everytime I am approached by the police.

It's not so much a fear that they will caution or even section me, but more that someone taking a pot-shot at them will miss and get me instead! Anyway, I was reduced to a quivering wreck and was actually heard to utter the word 'ossifer' during our brief exchange of words.

To cap it all, tonight I took the Dolly shopping for clothes. And I have noone to blame but myself for that one.

Mais, je suis heureuse parce que les hommes du Stade Francais a Paris sont ici demain. Ohhhh la la!

In the meantime, I'm off to bed with a good book and a mug of tea. Bon soir!

World Mental Health Day

Today is World Mental Health Day.

A little advice from someone who found herself standing in the shower one morning, fully dressed, but who has gradually (over two and a half years) been clawing her way back to relative normality and sanity - don't ever take your mental health for granted.

Now, have a great day!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Feel your Boobies!

Better still, get someone else to feel them for you :-)

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month

Monday, October 06, 2008

Wishing my life away

  • 4 days until my next 'work-free' day
  • 5 days until the men from Stade appear in Belfast
  • 8 days until my next pay cheque
  • 12 days until my trip to London
  • 17 days until the Halloween holidays
  • 29 days until the next book club meeting
... and only 61 days until Sing Swing! Now that's scary!!

Thursday, October 02, 2008

I've sent my husband to Poland

Some years ago I went to Poland for a summer to teach English. It was during the time of Lech Wałęsa and Solidarność, a very eventful time in a very beautiful country.

It was a summer of many superb experiences, excitement and fantastic sights, but the one unforgettable experience was a trip to Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camps.

I thought I understood the horrors of what happened during the war, but I very quickly learnt on a sunny day in August in a quiet corner of Poland that I knew nothing.

Several memories from Auschwitz are as clear today as if I had been there yesterday. Like watching in sadness the film that was shown of the Russian army 'liberating' the Poles at the end of the war. How particularly poignant that was in those early days of political change.
Like the smell of the hair cut from the Jews that was housed behind a glass wall in a display that stretched the length of one of the huts. Or the tiniest of little white baby dresses, simply pinned out in a glass-topped wooden display case.

The mountain of dumped suitcases, most with labels still attached, hand written by those who thought they were going to work, not to death. The sound of an old Jewish man sitting playing a violin outside one of the many, many huts.

And the rows and rows and rows of photographs of people who had passed through the camps. From ceiling to floor along both walls in every hut. Black and white images of men, women and children, shaved and robed in striped overalls. It all started to look the same, until the third or fourth hut we went into, where in the distance something red caught the eye.

As we got closer we saw it was a single red rose, tucked behind a photograph of an old man. And that's when you realise, this was someones father, brother, son, grandfather, uncle, cousin, husband. A real person, not just a photograph on a wall.


If the sights, sounds and smells of Auschwitz stunned us into silence, nothing prepared us for the trip across to Birkenau.

Here we saw the true extent of the deception that was carried out as Jews got off the train. Work camp to the left, death to the right.

I will never forget the size, scale and number of gas chambers, the mass communal graves and more than anything else, the eerie silence all around. I remember standing at the end of the train track, looking to my right and seeing row after row of huts. And beyond the rows of decrepit huts, where the worse buildings had been demolished, the chimney stacks remained, as far as the eye could physically see.

I know from hearing other peoples accounts from recent visits that Auschwitz-Birkenau has changed quite a bit since I was there. You can no longer wander round freely as we did, for example, and at Birkenau they have cordoned off the original huts and built replicas housing displays instead.

However, the impact that a visit to this place has on you will never change.

I recommend The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, The Silver Sword and The Book Thief as three pieces of fiction which cover the events of the holocaust and the plight of the Jews in three very different ways; read all three - it's worth taking the time to do that.

But I strongly believe everyone should see Auschwitz-Birkenau firsthand, that's why I've sent my other half to Krakow this weekend, and urge you if at all possible to go too.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

11 days to go

The countdown is on until the lovely, sexy, gorgeous, supremely talented, French, rugby playing men from Stade Francais arrive in Belfast. (Yes, the link is definitely worth checking out again!)

Oh happy, happy, happy days!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

A volunteer is worth a hundred conscripts

Most teachers spend their entire teaching careers trying to avoid being inspected. And who could blame them? I've had my fair share of inspections and they can be pretty stressful events.

It just so happens that one of 'my schools' is having an inspection this week. Lo and behold, I got 'the call', and yes - tomorrow I am voluntarily walking straight into the lions den!

May the good Lord have wired their jaws shut ... a la Daniel.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

New role

Guess who has been asked to join the Board of the YMCA locally??!! I know, how unbelieveable is that? Especially considering the General Secretary reads this blog occasionally!

I hope they let me be the Red Indian

Monday, September 22, 2008

Fun Monday

This week Heather at Heather's Recipes asked us to write about 'the sports team that you are rabid about'.

French rugby team Stade Francais; words fail me ... see charity calendar pictures:



Of course, those who know me or who read this blog on a regular basis will know that I am absolutely, genuinely nutty about rugby as a sport. The fact that there are players who look like this is merely a bonus!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Whose idea was it?

I am just home from Ravenhill where Ulster have had their third defeat ... nay ... thrashing in as many Magners League games. We are now bottom of said league, below even Connacht, who beat Glasgow Warriors tonight to leapfrog us in the table.

The team are playing like amateurs, schoolboys even. Performance, unbelieveably, is getting worse week by week and, with only two matches before the Heineken Cup starts, the future is looking very bleak.

And somebody, somewhere with a sick sense of humour or a death wish chose this music to be played at the end of the game.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Tagged again

Judy was obviously feeling sorry for me as I suffer 'Pluto Syndrome' and tagged me so I would have something to blog about. I'm going to try and make mine follow a theme, so here goes (apologies if I have covered some of these points before)...
  1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

  2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

  3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

  4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1) 20 years ago this year I travelled to West Africa with a Duke of Edinburgh's Award scheme Gold Award holders group to work on a building project in an isolated village in Gambia

2) I spent a summer working in Poland with UNESCO teaching English to young people at Summer School. That might explain why so many Poles now live in the UK, and if any near you speak English with a strong Belfast accent ....

3) Last week I was escorted through Manchester Airport with great urgency and at very high speed because I thought I was late for my flight. Turned out the information I had read on the departure screen was for another flight to Belfast from earlier in the day that had been delayed, and eventually left only 20 minutes before my plane

4) I was flying home from a ski trip to Bulgaria when, during take off, the seat beside mine fell into the central aisle and started sliding towards the rear of the aircraft. Only that someone was sitting in it at the time, it might have been quite funny

5) During the war in the Balkans, I worked alongside UNHCR distributing humanitarian aid to Croatian refugees in Daruvar, Sector West

6) I have only ever flown Aeroflot once. They made me take my case onto the plane with me and sit with it on my knee for the journey

7) I travelled half way round the world to Indonesia to take a friend a cheese and jam sandwich made in a barmbrack. The sandwich was a bit squashed by the time it got there, but then having flown Garuda (and lived), so was I

8) When my daughter was sick in bed whilst on holiday in Dubai, I asked could the bed pleased be changed. They actually brought an entire new piece of furniture into the room ....

Now I need to tag some people, do I know eight?? Lets see:

Cosmo Jessie Jewel Kelly Pluto Steve Wils Mr Gnome

Thought for the Day

Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can't eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Fun Monday

The hostess for this week’s Fun Monday is Rayne at Crunchy Bits and she wants to know what junk thing or things I hang on to. Well, here they are : Receipts ... literally thousands of receipts. I have more till roll in my receipt box than Tescos have in their local supermarket!

I went through a few of them to see what they were for, and apart from several hundred grocery receipts, I found one for a toilet seat we bought in November last year (what, did I think we were going to return it after all this time??), there was one for a jumper from Next which, having worn to a frazzle, I sent to a charity shop last week and one for an eyebrow wax in a beauty salon that has been closed for 18 months!

I didn't take time to work my way right to the bottom of the pile, but the oldest receipt I found was one dated 16/09/06 for some cushions I bought in Dunelm Mill. How ironic, that's two years nearly exactly to the day.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Goodness!

I've not blogged for a whole week!! I'll be changing my name to Pluto next :-)

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Singlive!

I love singing. I used to sing in a choir, and I really, really loved that. As I watched the recent BBC competition Last Choir Standing I developed a real 'pang' to sing again. In a choir. OK, truthfully, what I actually wanted was to sing in Only Men Aloud, but I can't afford the surgery.

A quick Google search indicated that finding a choir to join might be easier said than done as any choirs listed locally were recruiting men only, were a bit highfalutin / hoity-toity, required individual auditions or sang in latin.

And then the other half discovered Singlive Belfast! Who just happen to rehearse 2 minutes drive from my front door. So I wandered down tonight to their recruitment night to find out a bit more and see if they'd have me, and ... I'm in!

Rehearsals start on Monday night for the performance of 'Sing Swing' (Mac the Knife, Fly me to the Moon, Chattanooga Choo Choo and the like) at Belfast's Waterfront Hall on Sunday 7th December. Gotta wear 40's clothes ... anyone got access to a wartime nurses uniform??

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

113 sleeps til Christmas

and yet of all, today, in the NPO at the Carryduff Centre, you could buy your christmas cards. Racks and racks and racks and racks of them they had.

Can't we at least have Halloween first?

Monday, September 01, 2008

Content of a (slightly) sensitive nature: men you have been warned!

My Dolly is a great shopper. She can go through a rail and find a size for you faster than anyone I know. In fact, there's nothing she likes doing more. So when I needed to buy some new underwear last week, I took the Dolly with me.

We have already established that I experience difficulty in the underwear buying department; the situation has got worse since I was recently remeasured as 2 inches smaller and a cup size bigger. In fact, it is nigh on impossible to acquire a bra in my size, let alone one that does not look like it was built at Harland and Wolff shipyard. So the Dolly came in very useful as we trawled through rails and rails of undergarments.

Eventually we found one (that looked like something coco the clown would wear, but no matter, it was my size) and Dolly immediately started to look for a matching pair of knickers. There were only one pair my size, which she pulled out triumphantly, and then the expression on her little face turned from one of joy to one of complete shock as she noticed she had indeed lifted a string (or cheese-cutter as a good friend likes to call them)

'Oh mummy' she exclaimed at full volume. 'You couldn't wear those. They'd give you an awful wedgie!'

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Fun Monday

I've not done this before, I saw it on Judy's blog and thought it looked like fun, but then never managed to remember it was Monday in time to take part!

The hostess for this week’s exercise is Gattina at Writer Cramps and she wants to see photos of blogging places. You'd have thought I'd have tidied mine up before I took the picture. I reckoned that would have defeated the purpose though!


I have been asked to say could you please note my daughter's lovely sunflower, and if you can spot the red sticker at the bottom of my monitor, the story behind it is here

Now, that was a nice easy one for me to start with, thanks Gattina. I can't guarantee I will ever participate in Fun Monday again. It depends if I can remember what day of the week it is ...

Absolutely superb!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Last night at Ravenhill

From the Kukri Allstarzz blurb:

'The team is the only professional sports dance team in the UK and is made up of 24 of the finest dancers hand picked from nationwide auditions'

So when a bevy of beauties pranced out onto the pitch to do their stuff at half time, accompanied by a fat ginger bloke in shorts, you can see how I thought the bloke was a spoof, an infiltrating clown from the Ulster faithful having a laugh or some plant picked from the spectators.

Sadly no. He dropped his girl, fell on his ass and danced like he'd just had 6 pints of the best Magners have to offer.

'The Kukri Allstarzz - accept nothing less because second best is never good enough.'

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

What were you doing when?

Thanks to Steve (I think!) for nominating me for this wee meme. Five events and the opportunity to record the impact they had on you:

Princess Diana's death - 31 August 1997

I was at home in Belfast, woke up on the Sunday morning and turned on the radio beside the bed. Unusually for a weekend, even in Belfast at that stage before 'the peace', the Rev Ian Paisley was sermonising, so I snuggled back down under the covers, not paying too much attention. Slowly however, the reality that something REALLY big had happened started to dawn, so I paid more attention, but was unable to establish exactly what (at one stage I actually thought the Queen was dead). It took me to get up and turn on the TV to find out that Diana had been killed in an accident.

Margaret Thatcher's resignation - 22 November 1990

I am not, and never have been, a political being. Therefore, although I do remember Margaret Thatcher leaving No.10, in the political cauldron that was Northern Ireland at the time, it really didn't mean much to me. Just a new face on a new leader with new ideas on how to solve our age old problem. We'd still be shooting and bombing each other, ruining our economy, our image and our country, and driving our young people away no matter who held the reins.

Attack on the twin towers - 11 September 2001

I was at a meeting in work when a colleague literally burst in and told us the world trade centres had been blown up. Naturally, we didn't believe him, until we huddled round a TV set in the office and saw it all for ourselves. That's when another colleague suddenly realised that her daughter was in New York at the time. Scary, very scary. At home, we had to turn the coverage off because my then 2 year old thought every rerun of the footage was a new plane crashing. We thought 30 odd years of terrorism had hardened us. It hadn't.

England's World Cup semi final v Germany - 4 July 1990

Really, I don't know because really, I wouldn't have cared. Football? England?? However, I can tell you EXACTLY where I was and what I was doing when Ireland beat England in the rugby Six Nations, Saturday 6th March 2004 :-)

President Kennedy's Assassination - 22 November 1963

Not to put too fine a point on it, I was a little ovum in a little ovary. I wasn't even a twinkle in anybody's eye, because it would be another year before my parents were even married. Having said that, I love a good conspiracy theory, and the release in 1991 of the film JFK starring Kevin Costner started me on an extended period of reading everything and anything to do with the assassination. The earliest 'celebrity' death I remember was Elvis, August 16 1977. I was 10. I cried.

I now nominate:

Wils
Cosmo
Judy
Dana
Pluto

Friday, August 22, 2008

Shoe Day

This is the day, generally in August, when we buy the new shoes required by the children for the incoming years activities. This includes:
  1. school shoes x2
  2. gym shoes x2
  3. rugby boots x2
  4. Irish dance shoes x1

Today was shoe day. The total bill for shoes this year came to £209.97. Or two days work.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

FINALLY, there was enough sun for me to get the top off

On my car of course;-)

(It still rained a bit though)

Monday, August 18, 2008

Where's my ark?

Just in case any of you didn't believe me about the amount of rain we have been having this summer ... watch this clip to see the effect of Saturday's rain alone!

Apparently there were at least six cars trapped in this underpass, and police divers had to go in to ensure it was only cars and not their occupants.

And guess what ... it's raining again today ... and theres more forecast for tomorrow ... and the next day ...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Monday, August 11, 2008

End of a Facebook era

My good friend Pluto contacted me yesterday (having been released from his incarceration in Siberia for being an International terrorist) to tell me he was deactivating his Facebook account.

He sited boredom as his reason, although I think it has more to do with the fact that he's been on Facebook for ten months now and has not managed to get any friends. Not one. Except me.

So I was instructed that I would just have to call round to his place of work if I wanted to poke him or write on his wall.

Well now, don't tempt me buddy - you know I might just do that!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Could you please remove your belt

Yesterday I had opportunity to fly to Glasgow for the day. I love flying, but I have to say I find the hoops I increasingly have to jump through for security reasons quite irksome. Especially as there does not appear to be consistency between airports or even between visits to the same airport!

For example, yesterday on my return journey from Glasgow nobody anywhere near security asked me did I have any liquids in my handbag, checked to see if I had any liquids in my handbag or offered me a clear plastic ziplock bag to put any liquids I might have had in my handbag into!

Whereas in Belfast on the way out a couple of passengers were removed from the security queue because they were putting their liquids into said clear ziplock plastic bag whist waiting in the queue. Indeed, great show was made of the fact that this had to be done before you got anywhere near the back of the security queue.

Also, at security in Belfast I had to take my shoes off and put them through the x-ray machine. It's not three weeks since I last passed through the same airport enroute to Crete, and nobody had to remove as much as a shoe on that occasion. Explain?

The defining moment came, however, when I was asked to remove the belt from my trousers. I was wearing a pair of baggy style jeans which fitted perfectly when I bought them about a year ago, but something has happened to me in that year and I have become narrower. (This I am actually able to prove through another experience I had in John Lewis yesterday where I discovered I had lost 2 inches off the width of my back)

As soon as I removed the belt, the jeans started to slip. So I'm manfully holding onto a handful of waistband with one hand whilst putting my stuff on the x-ray machine with the other and sliding about in sock soles. And then I have to walk through the x-ray machine and of course be searched, which required me to put my arms out. Both of them at once.

Now, I know it's trendy for boarders to wear their waistbands halfway down their arse, but I'm a 'something' year old woman, and I don't believe the staff and passengers at Belfast International deserved to see such a dazzling display of my M&S (bought before the tit tax) undies so early on a Saturday morning.

Though there's a part of me that says serves them right!

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Last night I died and went to chocolate heaven

Wils, I think you need to fill us all in ... and post a recipe!

Yum yum yum :-)

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Last Choir Standing

For those of you who live abroad, or who don't watch the BBC show, have a look at this link and see the excellent choir from Belfast taking part in the competition.

22:00 hrs update. Actually, they've just been put out of the competition, but they're still excellent and worth a listen.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Monday, July 28, 2008

An obtuse moment at the pool today

And, no, unfortunately it has nothing to do with free massages.

We have elected this week to sun worship at the 'party' pool. In other words at the pool where they play music all day. The main reasons for this are because

  1. it has a snackbar at it, handy for kids with the munchies
  2. they have organised pool activities for kids throughout the day
  3. therefore plenty of other kids to keep kids occupied

To be fair, the music is fairly mellow, and not that loud. However today an odd thing happened.

As I was lying sizzling in the sun, I became aware that people were starting to sit up on their sunbeds or had stopped reading their books. Then a sort of eerie silence seemed to descend on the area as it was obvious people were straining to hear the music currently being played at the poolside.

Next people were asking the people beside them for confirmation of what they thought they might be hearing. And then there were looks of amazement and the laughing started.

Eventually, the pool had come to a standstill and some sunbathers had started singing along. The song? Mariah Carey, All I want for Christmas!

Well, it is only 5 months away ...

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Kids are loving Crete

I left them at Kids Club this morning and went back an hour later to see them supping cocktails and playing Bingo!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

I hate Crete :-p

Free massages given by a Greek Adonis at the pool today - what's to hate you ask??

Unlike me as it is to miss out on a freebie, especially such a handsome looking freebie, I didn't manage to get one :-(

Maybe tomorrow ...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Drunks, miracles and clapping, but not necessarily in that order

I am currently blogging from Greece. We arrived here at 4am (local time) this morning and have since enjoyed a relatively quiet and hot day at the pool.

The journey was virtually wholly uneventful, well, more so for us than for the two pensioners who were frog-marched off our flight by police before take-off at Belfast for having consumed too much alcohol. Tut tut the older generation!

Here is something I am keen to find out. We had a very pleasant, smooth, and otherwise quiet flight but when we landed in Crete last night, the entire shipment of passengers gave an impromtu round of applause for the pilot. You do have to ask yourself why; I mean if a trained pilot can't get that bit right ....

I have to say, this is not unusual for flights from Northern Ireland, in fact I can think of a number of flights were this has been the case. However, I can't think of one example on any flight I have taken from any other airport were people have clapped when the pilot has landed.

Anyway, I am interested to know if anyone else has ever had the inflight 'clapping' experiences.

One other observation from the airport yesterday. At check-in, the line beside us were heading to Lourdes. Obviously, due to the nature of the trip, there were a lot of disabled travellers, and the children were interested so we explained briefly what the nature of their trip was.

Imagine then, the look of absolute surprise on little faces when the lady at the front of the queue got up out of her wheelchair and walked up to give her ticket to the girl at the desk.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Glitter, glitter everywhere

My daughter made me a card today, a beautiful card smothered in red glitter, and I am delighted with it.

Even though the rest of the house seems to be smothered in red glitter now too.

What apparently happened was that she opened the glitter tube the wrong way, and as a result the contents (entire) of the tube spilt out onto her plastic mat. Good girl - you remembered to use your plastic mat! Some missed the mat however and went on the carpet.

She tried to scoop the glitter back into the tube off the mat, but that wouldn't work, so between them they worked out that if they folded the mat, they could pour the glitter back into the tube. Even better, they thought they should do this over the bathroom sink. Good thinking kids, you've got the right idea. Result; glitter sprinkled from bedroom to bathroom.

They managed to get some of the glitter back into the tube (half approximately), some down the sink which was 'wiped away' with not one but two facecloths and the rest remaining stuck to the mat, which was walked downstairs to be brushed. Result; glitter upstairs and downstairs.

Hoover was then deployed to suck up glitter from carpet, but seems to have as much stuck to the outside of it as it sucked up, and two pairs of little feet are trampling glitter everywhere they go as I type.

But, I absolutely love my card :-)

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Camping latest

Our previous summer camping trips have been well documented on this blog here, here and here. And yes, the date we have all been waiting for, the start of this years trip, is just around the corner!

This Saturday, the 19th July, we are due to set off on the next camping expedition, this time to Co. Kerry on the far west coast of Ireland.

Only ...

Mummy found a cheap holiday to Greece on the internet and instead of a rainy week in lovely Co.Kerry, we'll be heading off for a sunny week in glorious Greece!

Hubba hubba :-)

PS all suggestions for holiday reading greatly received

Friday, July 11, 2008

Sizeism

Definition: discrimination because of size: discrimination against somebody on the basis of the person's size, especially the person's unusual tallness, shortness, fatness, or thinness.

I would like to ask Marks & Spencer, if you don't charge a woman who is size 20 more for a pair of trousers, then why should I pay more because I wear an F cup in a bra?

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

My Wordle

Dana, one of my eloquent friends from Texas, created a wordle for her blog, and I fancied one but couldn't get it to work for me, so the very lovely Dana did this one for me! Doesn't it just highlight my current obsession nicely?? Thanks Dana for going to the trouble of doing this :-)

Saturday, July 05, 2008

The 'great' British weather

If Noah was alive and well and living in Belfast, he'd have started building another ark by now. And I'd have been helping him.

Apart from one days glorious respite yesterday, when, even though the forecast was for rain, the sun shone all day, it has rained here for 7 days and nights continuously.

And the weather for the next 5 days is no better; heavy rain today, light rain tomorrow, light rain on Monday, heavy rain on Tuesday and heavy rain on Wednesday.

Of course, you know why this is, don't you. Yep, we've been talking about going camping ....

Monday, June 30, 2008

New Arrival (mark II)

I am an auntie!

My new niece, Kate, arrived this morning at about 4 40am weighing in at 7lb12oz

Mum, baby and dad all doing well :)

Now, didn't I tell you that this new arrival would be much more exciting??

Sunday, June 29, 2008

1 day down, 64 to go

The excitement of being on holiday makes kids wake up even earlier, well mine anyway. I was aware of them playing / fighting / argueing together as I drifted in and out of sleep from about 7.15 this morning.

And then, I woke with a start at 8.55am exactly to hear ... silence. Any parent will know that silence is eerily more scary than any amout of screeching.

Second morning of the holidays and the bedclothes are marked with felt-tip, the carpet is covered in glitter, stickers are stuck all over the painted walls and my sons fingers are painted in bright blue nail polish to nearly the knuckle.

Roll on September.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Recovering Workaholic

I noticed in my stats that someone had linked to my blog, so I went to investigate and found Aussie Jewel's recovering workaholic blog.

Already you can tell we have a lot in common, but this excerpt from a post about a visit to the doctors I just found hilarious:

'A woman sat down opposite me and I thought to myself, please do not let me catch whatever illness it is that makes you wear frosted pink lipstick and very thick bright green eyeliner.'

Yeah - give me a nervous breakdown over that anyday too!

End of term

School finishes today for the summer holidays. That means, having spent the last 10 months looking after everyone else's kids all day, I now have the pleasure of looking after my own for two months.

Sigh!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

New Arrival (mark I)

Ask me anything, anything at all about a Volkswagen Passat Estate 2.0TDI 170 Sport and I will be able to tell you the answer.That is because for weeks, quite literally weeks, my other half has been doing extensive research into the car with a view to buying one, and I have been subjected to listening to his every finding.

For example, did you know that some models do not have a traditional handbrake, but a button? This caused great consternation, because we were unable to establish whether or not I would be able to push the required button, should the need arise. Mind you, there have been a few other buttons I very obviously have been able to push this week.

Anyway, at the heels of the hunt, after a day in a dealers and several heated, loud and very frusrated phonecalls, we are now the proud owners of said motor.

Two points:

1. next time the car is up for renewal, I will either be on an extended holiday or divorced
2. I can promise that the next new arrival to this family will be much more blog-worthy ;-)

Midsummer nightmare

Today is Midsummer, or Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, with sunrise at 04:47 (BST) and sunset at 22:05 (BST).

It is also the time when the sun is, apparently, at its maximum elevation, but with it also looking like one of the wettest days of the year on record, I don't think anyone is going to be able to prove that!

Pagans who celebrate Summer Solstice see it is as a time to acknowledge that the sun will now begin to decline once more towards winter. Looking out the window this morning I'm wondering did it ever start the incline out of it!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Darwin Awards 2008

The annual Darwin Awards is a chronicle of enterprising demises honoring those who improve the species ... by accidentally removing themselves from it! Some contenders for the 2008 awards:

While at the beach, Daniel Jones, 21, dug an 8 foot hole for protection from the wind and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom when it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach used their hands and shovels trying to get him out but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him. Jones was pronounced dead at a hospital.

After stepping around a marked police patrol car parked at the front door, a man walked into a Firearms shop intent on robbing the store. The shop was full of customers and a uniformed officer was standing at the counter. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber announced a hold-up and fired a few wild shots from a target pistol.The officer and a clerk promptly returned fire, and several customers also drew their guns and fired. The robber was pronounced dead at the scene by Paramedics. Crime scene investigators located 47 expended cartridge cases in the shop. The subsequent autopsy revealed 23 gunshot wounds. Ballistics identified rounds from 7 different weapons. No one else was hurt.

Zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt ( Paderborn , Germany ) fed his constipated elephant 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally got relief. Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded. The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr.Riesfeldt to the ground where he struck his head on a rock as the elephant continued to evacuate 200 pounds of dung on top of him.It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves... 'Sh*t happens'

Friday, June 13, 2008

Oui, we Wii

As of yesterday we are the stiff and sore owners of a Wii.

A combined late birthday / early Fathers day present, it has gone down a whole lot better than the usual pairs of socks and latest autobiography of any of the stars of Top Gear.

That is until this morning, when the grumpy one had to be physically man-handled out of bed due to the stiffness he was experiencing in his laterally un-used muscles! Mind you, I have scored massive brownie points with the kids :-)

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Nutrition

After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health:

1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Friday, June 06, 2008

When we go to Texas ...

... we will have to re-stock on all the yummy delicious things that arrived this afternoon in Dana's prizewinners Texan gastronomic hamper.

I am sitting here munching my way through a bad of Heart of Texas Specialities Praline Pecans!!! My son is making 'Lone Star State' shaped icecubes, Dolly is wolfing down the Texas BBQ sauce crisps and my hubby is getting ready to brew the coffee in about 10 minutes when the kids have gone to bed. Life is too good!

Thank you, thank you, thank you my friend from Texas :-)

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Wils tagged me

I love the smell of ... honeysuckle, suntan lotion and fresh cut grass
People would say that I ... am (and I did a straw poll on this at dinner) scatty
I don't understand why ... I can't take photographs like Wallace's
When I wake up in the morning ... I kick my husband out of bed, roll over and go back to sleep
I lost my willpower to ... give up sunbathing for health reasons
Life is ... the people we love, the places we've seen, and the memories we've made along the way
My past made me ... the happy, sane person I am today
I get annoyed when ... I can't get online
Parties are not a good time to ... fart in public
Dogs are ... a nuisance since you have to scoop their poop
Cats are ... easier because they use a litter tray
Tomorrow is ... a clean slate
I have a low tolerance for ... morphine and codeine obviously
I'm totally terrified of ... heights, swimming with fish
I wonder why I thought my life would be ... inexpensive to run
Never in my life have I ... found a bra that fits and doesn't look like it was built at Harland&Wolff shipyard
High school was ... something I knew nothing about until the Musical
When I'm nervous ... I laugh uncontrollably or sometimes use the feck word
One time at a family gathering ... I got married
Take my advice ... think twice before marrying an only child :-p
I'm almost always ... within 10 yards of a computer
I'm addicted to ... crisps, I can eat six packets at a sitting
I want someone to ... pay off my mortgage please

So I tag Cosmo and Wallace

5. as a rule, I don't vomit (contd) ...

So with the help of my sister-in-law the doctor, we discovered what had made me so drastically ill on Monday.

I woke up on Monday morning with the worst sore throat I remember since having my tonsils out, and as I was booked for a days work with 7 year olds, I decided action was needed. In the absence of any other painkiller in the house, I popped two co-codamol tablets with breakfast.

Go back 11 months to July last year when I had my hysterectomy. I was desperately ill after the surgery until they changed my pain meds from morphine to voltarol, after which I had a 'miracle' recovery.

Turns out, codeine and morphine are in the same 'family', close cousins maybe, but anyhow, it is obvious that this 'family' of painkillers just do not agree with my system at all.

Last night I had a grand flushing of co-codamol down the loo ceremony. Never, ever, ever again.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Dana, Nancy, Kellie, Millie & Gertrude

Today my daughter started a sentence with:

When we go to Texas....!!

The end of the sentence was 'will everything taste of Texas BBQ sauce? I love it!' (This based on the flavour of the Texas BBQ sauce Pringles she was wolfing down at the time)

Monday, June 02, 2008

5. as a rule, I don't vomit

And as a rule I don't. But as I was kneeling over the porcelain bowl at work today, my scariest thought was 'I've poisoned all my friends!'

(I haven't it seems - we did a subtle phone-around to check! phew!!)

Sunday, June 01, 2008

We had some friends for lunch today

About 25 people. They were very tasty and we're full now.

Seriously though, when I took ill a couple of years ago, a lot of people were very good to me. More important than that, they were very good to my husband, my kids and even my parents as they tried to deal with the fallout and chaos that was running my life and our home semi-normally.

Although their love, help and concern was freely given , we owed a lot of people a lot. Lunch today was our way of saying a very insignificant thankyou, and we invited all those fantastic people to our house for a BBQ.

All week we worried about it being wet and having to have everyone inside and where would they all go? Then the forecast said it would be dry and we had a different issue; unbelievably for Ireland, yesterday it was SO hot we worried it was TOO hot to be outside and we would have to have everyone inside and where would they all go?

However, today it was dry and sunny with a lovely breeze, just perfect thanks Lord!

We had a great afternoon and I was delighted they were all able to come, but I think we had a miracle. I fed all those people and still at the end of the day I appear to have 12 baskets full left over.

So if anyone fancies some Moroccan cous cous, potato salad, gingered rice salad, Mexican bean salad, spiced ratatouille, pasta salad in bacon and blue cheese dressing, or the odd peppered pork chop, sweet chilli sausage, pork and apricot burger, Chinese rib (not a function suited to the Jewish palate) or salmon with pesto, please, please call in tomorrow. Or the next day.

Friday, May 30, 2008

A prophesy from my husband ..

.. regarding the news that Ian Paisley stood down as leader of the DUP today and was replaced by Peter 'Snakey' (we don't really care for him) Robinson:

'Snakey will be out in 6 months, Nigel Dodds will be in, doing a proper job'.

Watch this space ....

Sleepless nights

I've not slept the best this week; two mornings I woke at about 3am and just couldn't get back to sleep.

If this happens, usually all I have to do is pick up a book and read for 15 minutes and I'm completely wiped out again, but this week I was reading our current book circle offering, 'The Book Thief' by Marcus Zusak. I have absolutely loved this book, to the point were, when I started reading it at 3.15 am on Wednesday morning, I didn't stop until the alarm went of at 6.20 am!

(I obviously am paying for that now!)

Not to spoil the plot too much, the story is about a child living during WWII and the events, twists and turns of her life, which are narrated by Death. Sounds a bit dark, but it is in fact an excellent read, compelling and obviously not-put-downable! I highly recommend.

Monday, May 26, 2008

It completely slipped my notice

that my blog was two years old on Wednesday 7th May!

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Well, 'oil' be damned!

You can tell what state my brain is in by the contents of my trolley in Tescos. Today I spent £97 on groceries and seem to have only come home with sweets, chocolate bars, cream cakes, biscuits, crisps, more chocolate bars, coco pops, another box of coco pops, a WWE wrestling belt, toaster waffles and chocolate. No other food groups represented in that trolley and not a one of the five portions of fruit or vegetables we're meant to eat a day.

Ah well, the kids are happy. They're flying round the ceiling as I type, but they're happy.

I think part of the problem in the shop was that I was a little distracted by the fact that I had to pay £575 (that's about $1000) for 900 litres of heating oil this week. As a result I have come to the conclusion that subconsciously I am obviously trying to build up my family's sub-cutaneous fatty layer in preparation for an oil-free winter.

By the way, that £575 of oil isn't even enough to fill my tank as it holds 1200 litres, and it might, might just see us to the end of the summer because although in theory we have months here that we call summer, the practice is actually very different. I for one wish global warming would hurry up a bit so I didn't have to buy so much heating oil.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

RIP Dustin

If there is ANY justice in the world ...

... Dustin the Turkey will sail through tonights semi-final for the Eurovision Song Contest

Monday, May 19, 2008

My husband tried to kill me today.

He was subtle about it. He tried to do it with a sandwich he had made with chicken sandwich filling that was 5 days past its use-by date.

Thankfully I realised what he was up to when I took a bite of the sandwich and literally started to foam at the mouth. He saw a Breitling watch he fancied yesterday. I suspect thats the motive.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Seven going on seventeen

The boys have gone to the North West 200 motorbike road races for the weekend, yuck, so as it was just the two of us, I promised the Dolly I would take her out for tea last night.

So, as soon as she got home from school, she set about busying herself for our big night out. Several outfits were tried on and rejected, shoes were scattered from one end of her room to the other and of course she had to accessorize. Make-up was requested, but I drew the line at mascara on this occasion.

We had to go to a restaurant in town, she said, so we decided on Villa Italia, well worth a visit if you are ever in the vicinity with your own 7 year old. So we headed into town, in the Mini, with the roof down of course, and we're sitting at a set of traffic lights (I do occasionally stop at them mother) when she asks what we will be doing after we have had dinner?

Well, I said, we will probably go home again. She looks at me aghast and I can tell there's no way she's having that. What would you like to do I ask. Well, of course, she would like to go into town, like into town to do some shopping. (This idea was probably precipitated by the arrival of her bank statement yesterday which informed her she had £53.82 in her account)

Well, the shops would all be closed by the time we were finished I reasoned. She did think about that momentarily before then saying that she wanted to go into town anyway, in fact she wanted to go where all those pretty big girls in the lovely sparkly dresses were going. So my seven year old wants to go clubbing.

At the restaurant we asked for a table for one and a half and were duly given a nice table in the corner, where Dolly chose the seat facing out into the restaurant and spent the rest of the night sucking up single strands of spaghetti and waving at other customers.

A bowl of spaghetti bolognaise and half a chocolate nut sundae (without the nuts) later she looks at me with her big doe eyes and says she wants to go to bed.

And so a night in Belfast's clubs avoided for another day!