Tumbleweed August 30, 2008

As the tumbleweed rolls around my blog this week I thought I may as well post a mindless meme I’ve been hit with to wipe a little dust from the notebook. Seen as Andrew’s meme is alot easier than Darren’s film meme I’m going to be lazy and go with what tickles me pink (I’ll get round to the film of me soon Darren).

1. The first ice-cream of the summer. Always tastes better than the hundreds that follow.

2.Sitting by the fire drying my clothes after getting caught in a down pour and looking out the window at all the cold, wet people thinking “haha”.

3.My hair being stroked, by anyone. One stroke of the hair and I’m yours.

4. Sucking my thumb. I know I know I’m too old for it blah blah blah. I really don’t give a crap. It’s something I’ve been doing since birth, it hasn’t damaged my teeth in any way, I don’t do it in public and my yummy Mr. Sleepy has never had an issue with it, infact he finds it cute. So why give up something that can transport me from hell to heaven in seconds.

5. Reminiscing.

6.Last but not least, my Mr. Sleepy. I’ve been thinking about all the ways he pleases me (*wink wink*) and can’t narrow it down to one. He has this ability to smile and make everything better, he’s a dedicated hair stroker and I sleep much better with my big spoon wrapped around me.

Waiting Sucks August 25, 2008

I would like to know how much of our lives we waste waiting. Waiting on buses, friends who are punctually challenged, dinner to cook, phones to charge, medical results, exam results, all results, that special outfit for the yummy guy who will be at the social event of the year, water to heat, love to come a knocking, boobs to grow…the list is endless.

 

I’m fed up with waiting so I went out a got myself a waiting buddy. She’s american, slim and pretty sleek, bit nerdy, but sings to me on occassion. Her name is Debrah Sophie Lite.

 

I’m now waiting for her to charge

Blah di blah di Blog August 25, 2008

I used to have a life before blogging came storming in!
 
Considering I have a fairly addictive personality it didn’t take long for blogging to chain itself to me and suck any spare minute I cling to as they fly by.  It’s something that I’m forming a love-hate relationship with.
 
Over the past couple of months since giving birth to Slyscribe I’ve been talking to it and watering it on a regular basis (I’m a responsible adult me). Only now I’ve taken a few baby steps into the social scene surrounding blogging, meeting blogrents that have raised much greater blogspring than I and I’m trawling through the internet reading post upon post getting hungrier and hungrier for more.
 
I hate it. I hate that instead of curling up with a good book, or going out for a walk in the evening I’m glued to the laptop. I’m beginning to worry that I will be able to audition as a human extra in the sequel to Wall-E in the next couple of years.
 
Blogging has also unearthed an insecurity I didn’t realise I had but have discovered many other bloggers also share feelings of “will I sound stupid if I leave that comment” or “oh hope I didn’t offend anyone there”.Those moments where you ARE the only one.
 
It was said to me the other night that Little Miss is kind of “green”. Being of the blonde variety I had to ask for a little more than “green” to fully comprehend what was being implied. Sweet, innocent. My mind ticked, I thought, and thought, and thought (more pondering really-I generally find thinking to be a little hard on the b-cells). I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I was far from offended at any point I just thought hey this person has read my blog and they’re giving me honest feedback, what do I do with it now? 
 
So I finished my analysis of this comment and have come to realise that while sweet and innocent may be considered weak in the eyes of many and can often lend to a weak exsistence in the blogoshere, it reflects a different part of me that may not always come out in person. Now in reality I’m not weak, I’m quite the opposite, I’ve confidence that does not reflect in my blog and yet my blog is still very much me. I find it very hard to believe that anyone’s blog is any different and that regardless of the live package, many bloggers out their who have charmed the masses with their smiles and handshakes are offending people left right and centre when armed with a keyboard (nobody I’ve met so far you’re in the clear). I’m not sure what I’m trying to say will read as intended, I just think that the blogger and the person cannot be two seperate entities, they both breathe the same air and have the same experiences. I have issue with claims that what people blog does not reflect who they are, it has to in some way or other (ok with the exception of some business blogs I guess). Even if blogging gives life to the Mr. Hyde in us at times, he always comes bundled up in the same Dr. Jekyll parcel.

Please note: I have also been referred to as refreshing as well as green and like to think that I offer the ice cold beverage experience made from 100% recycled toilet paper.

Mmmmmm

 

Being “green” and therefore eco-friendly I would like to take this opportunity to offer you my personal guarantee that no animals have been slattered in the creation of this post.

*Spit. Shake*

Reeling in the Years-2016 August 22, 2008

Brangelina adopt an alien from Mars to add to their family of 13. It was a long drawn out process as the four legged hairy little fella had to be put through quarantine to make sure he wasn’t carrying Martian fleas before undergoing laser eye surgery on the eye on his ass. “He is the most beautiful of all my babies”, Angelina was quoted saying. “He’s so peaceful after he drinks a bottle of gasoline through his ear”.

 

Bertie Ahern has openned a chain of strip clubs across Roscommon. With themed nights ranging from Milk Maid of the year competitions to who can sheer a sheep the fastest using rasor nipple tassels, Bertie is making just enough money to pay for son-in-law Nicky’s hair implants.

 

Ireland win a total of 23 medals in the Olympic Games. Since the drug testing was abolished in the 2012 Games in Sudan (yes, Sudan. After Brown’s public licking incident the Olympic Council were forced to pick a better environment for the olympians) they are all on top form not just Michelle De Brun. It was a joy to welcome back Sonia O’Sullivan who had a great turn out for her race from 34 of her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

 

Victoria Beckham was recorded missing in June of this year as her latest crash diet reduced her to mere atoms. David has been spotted in Roscommon.

 

Darren has single handedly destroyed the blogosphere because he wasn’t able to make it to the blog awards. Lottie did make it to the awards in October of 2016 with “the girls” and her minions, where they bitched about boys all night, especially Darren.

Because my gut tells me so August 22, 2008

I have followed my heart and head to hell and back on a number of occasions throughout my relatively short life. I’m a pretty sensitive person, some might go so far as to say I’m over sensitive at times. I guess I’m an éclair, hard on the outside, soft on the inside. I don’t like letting people know when I’m upset about something but it will come out when I’m alone or with somebody close to me.

 

For a few years now, since I lived abroad, I’ve learned to trust my gut when meeting new people and in certain situations. Every time I went with my gut feeling I came out ok at the end. These feelings generally arose on first meetings be they good or bad and I give them a chance just in case I’m wrong although that has yet to be the case.

 

As I’ve learned to trust my gut and go with what it tells me so that my tummy will literally stop spinning I try to warn people I care about if I have a particularly bad feeling about something. Unfortunately a few headstrong people in my life have paid no heed to what I’ve told them and been hurt in one way or another. I’m not saying that I am always right or that I should always be listened to, I would probably be the same if someone said the same to me. My problem lately is that a friend of mine has made an acquaintance and I get an incredibly bad feeling about them, it’s weird but I can’t even stand the sound of this person’s name. I’m trying my best to remain rational about the whole situation but the gut continues to turn even thinking as I write this.

 

Is it crazy that because I have this strong, uncontrollable, negative feeling I’m hurt my friend won’t listen? Maybe I’m just being selfish and want to feel better myself by removing any link with this person in my life.

 

Oh I don’t know what to do. Am I losing the plot?

Honey I’m Home August 21, 2008

I need another holiday to recover from that one! My tan is also disappointing due to my lack of dedication to the sun lounger this year so need another week or so to put in the baking hours.

Have to say though I have come back pretty happy, with a new job ahead of me and my salvaged relationship with the land of sleep, the smile plastered on my face is quite sickening (Apologies to all those who have been blinded by my oh so sparkly teeth).

Anywho, I just wanted to pop in, I have to go look for accommodation closer to the workplace now being little miss can’t drive yet in the land of no buses in the right direction until 10am…oh how I love to make my life as difficult as possible

The Gods have brought good news August 13, 2008

They're a very flexible bunch of gods they have over here!

After dragging my feet around umpteen temples over here looking the height of tourist with my hand fan and gasping for water,while trying to take pictures of things I won’t remember the meaning of when I get home, the gods and goddesses have repaid me for my hard work. I heard today that the first place I interviewed for have another position openning up and I’m their top choice for the job. It has to be confirmed in a couple of days but they wanted to make sure I was still interested and still available…Yeay

 

Mmm what to ask for in the next temple? 

In a land far far away… August 9, 2008

There sits a little white lady in front of a little white computer (OK so the little white lady is a little redder than the computer).

Enough of story time I can’t quite think straight in the land of sweat after a few glasses of the finest Egyptian Rose…But for anyone who is interested we arrived save and dishevelled. The flight was horrendous, all we were missing were the sheep and hens to make it all the more comfortable. Ten minutes into our flight we were delighted to hear from our neighbour that our hotel is a shit-hole before she proceeded to place her feet on Sleepy’s table (he was uber impressed by this), the air stewards woke me every time I had slipped into the land of nod and the woman in front decided she was quite comfortable on my lap despite my efforts to kick the living daylights out of her seat. Bear in mind I had a mere 1 hour sleep after I attempted to find my holiday gear and pack in a room with the aid of a torch after my light decided to blow at the most convenient of times, so cheery and polite I was not.

Flight over we trudged through the airport, visas and the like and boarded the oh so lovely air-conditioned coach that would deliver us to our shit-hole. And that it did. The hotel lets say was probably nice 20 years ago, but the view from the room is spectacular so it makes it all the more worthwhile.

First night I slept through the steam train that is the air-con in our room but Mr. Sleepy was not so lucky and our rep reaped the benefits of meeting the “happy couple” the next morning. So we’ve gone mad booking holidays away from our hotel ever since. Here’s hoping they are what we’ve been promised this time. I hear the Arm Chancer is in town at the mo as well…funny that I don’t know what bits he’s relaying to you but I’m sure he can do a better job at it than I.

Looking forward to telling some of you the truths behind the tales when we get back.

 I have a date with Sir Aloe Vera best not be late.

Slán! August 6, 2008

Well, it’s the eve of my holiers and I still haven’t packed, my clothes are still wet. Typical. I’ve spent the past 7 hours writing cover letters, printing off CVs and photocopying references, etc. etc. etc. All the while surrounded by racks of damp clothes and licking envelopes for dinner with a side of stamp licking…mmmm…nutritious. I even applied to Longford! Yes I am desperate…tea B’dum B’dum?

I’d love to say I’ll miss you but I probably won’t, except when I’ve seen something bizarre and want to tell someone who probably wouldn’t even get it because it was a “you had to be there” moment.

Anyway I gotta head, just wanted to say toodles and see ya in 2 weeks, off to blow-dry my knickers now.

Buffed, Beautiful and Bitchin’ August 2, 2008

I’ve been lazing around for a while now moaning about this, that and the other, so I decided it was time I did something about it.

Ladies, this video not only promises to slim you down, it also has a range of beauty tips to accentuate that buff new body.

Warning: this video contains copious amounts of highlyirritating canned laughter. Please ignore.