They're Coming to Take Me Away, ha, ha.

Today's Complaint - Mental instability rules today! Arghghghhghg.

So, nothing is ever straight forward. When giving rousing once more unto the breech dear friends speeches at the kitchen table, when those four times tables become too difficult - I stirringly declaim that nothing worth doing is achieved without a lot of hard work! But really, that's just a lot of lies to just get the kids to do their homework...

In reality, everything is completely random and pointless. And hard work to boot.

Yes, I am in a good mood today.

Ah, where to start? Poor elder son's wound turned mean and decided to get infected. Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're all loosing your lunches reading this... and of course this happened on Sunday. Word of advice - if you're going to get sick on a Sunday, make sure you loose a leg or have a heart attack - trying to get emergency non-emergency (if you get me) care on a Sunday is fraught! We had to schlep into town to find a GP who'd see us... and pay 65 euro for the pleasure. But of course, what price your childs health?!?! Hmm... 50 euro?



Anyway... the other prodding, gouging thorn in my side is that at some point a few months ago, hubbie and I decided, after a huge amount of mind bending drugs obviously, that now was the time to move house!

The world economy was obviously at our drugs binge too, but dropped a little bit too much acid and has been suffering the most seismic bad trip ever, ever since.

In our remorse, we both swear we'll never touch a narcotic again - but we can't quite look each other in the eye, so embarrassed about what went on that night...


Time to be contrite Kavanagh style

Advent

 We have tested and tasted too much, lover--
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
the knowledge we stole but could not use.

(Full poem here)

They're Coming to Take Me Away, ha, ha.

Today's Complaint - Mental instability rules today! Arghghghhghg.

So, nothing is ever straight forward. When giving rousing once more unto the breech dear friends speeches at the kitchen table, when those four times tables become too difficult - I stirringly declaim that nothing worth doing is achieved without a lot of hard work! But really, that's just a lot of lies to just get the kids to do their homework...

In reality, everything is completely random and pointless. And hard work to boot.

Yes, I am in a good mood today.

Ah, where to start? Poor elder son's wound turned mean and decided to get infected. Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're all loosing your lunches reading this... and of course this happened on Sunday. Word of advice - if you're going to get sick on a Sunday, make sure you loose a leg or have a heart attack - trying to get emergency non-emergency (if you get me) care on a Sunday is fraught! We had to schlep into town to find a GP who'd see us... and pay 65 euro for the pleasure. But of course, what price your childs health?!?! Hmm... 50 euro?



Anyway... the other prodding, gouging thorn in my side is that at some point a few months ago, hubbie and I decided, after a huge amount of mind bending drugs obviously, that now was the time to move house!

The world economy was obviously at our drugs binge too, but dropped a little bit too much acid and has been suffering the most seismic bad trip ever, ever since.

In our remorse, we both swear we'll never touch a narcotic again - but we can't quite look each other in the eye, so embarrassed about what went on that night...


Time to be contrite Kavanagh style

Advent

 We have tested and tasted too much, lover--
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
the knowledge we stole but could not use.

(Full poem here)

Say Cheesy

Hey folks...

I'll regale you all tomorrow about my puss filled infected wound adventures of today (The tab for inappropriate blog material is at the top left, don't all click at once...)

But today, I feel like taking up UisceBot's challenge - "Post links to your own cheesy pics on your blog, myspace or facebook or whatever and I'll pick two first places. One first will go to the best un-ironic pic, and the other first to one that's taken while aware of it's own patheticness. (take one tomorrow, like with flowers and cravats)."

Sadly my brain is too frazzled to work out what exactly UisceBot is looking for... but the first one is a little cheesy, as I think lots of people have the automatic funfair ride pic... but I love this one as both hubbie and I look terrified - and it was soon after this I got all preggers and our lives changed FOREVER!!!! So, I like to think we've both just glimpsed our futures ...



And this one I love because its what photo's are really about. Its completely uncontrived, I look like crap, an auld scrunchie is holding up my hair - but the four most important people in the world to me are there and I've never been happier.


Next posting I shall upload my portfolio from supermodelling days...

Say Cheesy

Hey folks...

I'll regale you all tomorrow about my puss filled infected wound adventures of today (The tab for inappropriate blog material is at the top left, don't all click at once...)

But today, I feel like taking up UisceBot's challenge - "Post links to your own cheesy pics on your blog, myspace or facebook or whatever and I'll pick two first places. One first will go to the best un-ironic pic, and the other first to one that's taken while aware of it's own patheticness. (take one tomorrow, like with flowers and cravats)."

Sadly my brain is too frazzled to work out what exactly UisceBot is looking for... but the first one is a little cheesy, as I think lots of people have the automatic funfair ride pic... but I love this one as both hubbie and I look terrified - and it was soon after this I got all preggers and our lives changed FOREVER!!!! So, I like to think we've both just glimpsed our futures ...



And this one I love because its what photo's are really about. Its completely uncontrived, I look like crap, an auld scrunchie is holding up my hair - but the four most important people in the world to me are there and I've never been happier.


Next posting I shall upload my portfolio from supermodelling days...

Pure Gravy

I feel in the mood for a poem or two today...

Lets kick off with an old fave by Raymond Carver

Gravy

No other word will do. For that's what it was.
Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. "Don't weep for me,"
he said to his friends. "I'm a lucky man.
I've had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure Gravy. And don't forget it."

Pure Gravy

I feel in the mood for a poem or two today...

Lets kick off with an old fave by Raymond Carver

Gravy

No other word will do. For that's what it was.
Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. "Don't weep for me,"
he said to his friends. "I'm a lucky man.
I've had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure Gravy. And don't forget it."

Out(of sorts)patient

Well, today is a day I don't want too many of. And for once I had to put my trivial whinging and complaining aside. My poor first born had a hospital visit. I'd hand him the phone to ring Childline if I were to go into details of why he was in hospital - lets just say he can keep kosher with a clean conscience now...
But the poor little mite...

We were in Tallaght Hospital and they were great I have to say, no complaints (No blobs of poo on the wall like last time...), but to see them anaesthetise my baby (real age 7yrs old.)- who is quite upset - is the stuff of running and hiding in the loos for a big maternal cry.

Okay, I must stop now, he's making a break for the phone...(he's weak, I can probably take him..)

Out(of sorts)patient

Well, today is a day I don't want too many of. And for once I had to put my trivial whinging and complaining aside. My poor first born had a hospital visit. I'd hand him the phone to ring Childline if I were to go into details of why he was in hospital - lets just say he can keep kosher with a clean conscience now...
But the poor little mite...

We were in Tallaght Hospital and they were great I have to say, no complaints (No blobs of poo on the wall like last time...), but to see them anaesthetise my baby (real age 7yrs old.)- who is quite upset - is the stuff of running and hiding in the loos for a big maternal cry.

Okay, I must stop now, he's making a break for the phone...(he's weak, I can probably take him..)

Misery-Ometer

Misery-Ometer

David Letterman rants about Sarah Palin's running mate..

I love a pissed off David Letterman. He's not even being funny here... just pissed! Paul Schaffer is being funnier. Scary. What was John McCain thinking??

Watch this to the end, its worth it.

David Letterman rants about Sarah Palin's running mate..

I love a pissed off David Letterman. He's not even being funny here... just pissed! Paul Schaffer is being funnier. Scary. What was John McCain thinking??

Watch this to the end, its worth it.

Farmleigh Frolics

Today's Complaint: Much too tired.

Day started with oldest son asking me if I would grow old and die. He had the decency to profess sadness when I confirmed my sell by date. But, as only 7 years olds can, he moved swiftly on.

Irritatingly the kids were on a half day from school. When they got home, much too early for my liking, I tried ignoring them. When that didn't work I shouted at them. Continued to labour under the illusion that I am doing a much better job than my parents did.

Highlight of the day was a trip to Farmleigh for an evening of poetry. Good old Dermo, (aka Dermot Bolger) was hosting an evening of readings from the upcoming book - County Lives. Seeing as I move in such lofty literary circles I knew a good number of the readers, Niamh Bagnell, Colm Keegan, David Mohan, Eileen Casey to name but a few. And perhaps I'm just biased but I do think the Lucan Writers posse stood out - class acts the lot of them.

(Visit www.Lucanwriters.ie )

And if only I wasn't completely bitter and twisted about their success then maybe I'd have enjoyed myself more.

Farmleigh Frolics

Today's Complaint: Much too tired.

Day started with oldest son asking me if I would grow old and die. He had the decency to profess sadness when I confirmed my sell by date. But, as only 7 years olds can, he moved swiftly on.

Irritatingly the kids were on a half day from school. When they got home, much too early for my liking, I tried ignoring them. When that didn't work I shouted at them. Continued to labour under the illusion that I am doing a much better job than my parents did.

Highlight of the day was a trip to Farmleigh for an evening of poetry. Good old Dermo, (aka Dermot Bolger) was hosting an evening of readings from the upcoming book - County Lives. Seeing as I move in such lofty literary circles I knew a good number of the readers, Niamh Bagnell, Colm Keegan, David Mohan, Eileen Casey to name but a few. And perhaps I'm just biased but I do think the Lucan Writers posse stood out - class acts the lot of them.

(Visit www.Lucanwriters.ie )

And if only I wasn't completely bitter and twisted about their success then maybe I'd have enjoyed myself more.

Might As Well Live

Whinge of the Day

- My back hurts something rotten.

Poor me.

Okay, now that we got that out of the day, what do I have to report? Well, besides whinging I really do need a bit more to keep this blog going - well, okay, no, I could actually complain 24/7 but perhaps If I ever want anyone else to cast an interested eye over this mess, then perhaps I need to talk about something other than my peeves.

A word from our sponsors perhaps?

Resume

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

-- Dorothy Parker

Gotta love old Dotty.
(http://www.dorothyparker.com)

Might As Well Live

Whinge of the Day

- My back hurts something rotten.

Poor me.

Okay, now that we got that out of the day, what do I have to report? Well, besides whinging I really do need a bit more to keep this blog going - well, okay, no, I could actually complain 24/7 but perhaps If I ever want anyone else to cast an interested eye over this mess, then perhaps I need to talk about something other than my peeves.

A word from our sponsors perhaps?

Resume

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

-- Dorothy Parker

Gotta love old Dotty.
(http://www.dorothyparker.com)

Why, oh why?

I've started this blog because I've run out of people to whinge to.

So now the whole world can ignore my whinging too.

Why, oh why?

I've started this blog because I've run out of people to whinge to.

So now the whole world can ignore my whinging too.