Monday, October 27, 2008

A Walk in the Park?

So, there we were this weekend.

Not much happening.

My back, feeling it had kept quiet long enough, decided to give out. Pain, discomfort etc, etc. Like the trooper that I am, I took to my bed. Which is only fun for so long really. So, 4pm Sunday afternoon I remember (false memory syndrome anyone?) that gentle exercise is good for bad backs.

Hubbie suggested Lucan Demesne (pronounced DeMezney, none of this Demain nonsense. I mean really...)

We're always forgeting it's there...

Off we troop. Child one on bike. Child two on skateboard. Child three on quad bike. (Okay, baby was in her buggy, but it's a fun image...) Commanding, striding hubbie and pathetic hobbling me. But hey, it was lovely, 'the nature' as child two (by now unsurprisingly off skateboard) called it, was wearing its autumn palette. The 'forever greens', (again as child two called them), beautiful. Offspring on his bike was thrilled to be let lose. Baba, was entranced by all around her, not a peep as she took in the splendid swollen liffey as it rushed over low waterfalls.

There were plenty of people about, also enjoying the invigorating chill and inspiring landscape. I began to forget about about my aching backbone. Not a single child whinged! Really a first! We felt all righteous and perfect.

Well, seeing as we always forget the Demesne is there, we haven't visited it that much. We don't know it as well as the other green spaces we frequent. We'd walked for about 50mins, and pondered, that surely, there was a direct route back to the car park. Yes, of course we should have had a little look at the park map before we set out, but...

No, there is no short walk around the demesne - or if there is we didn't find it.


It was getting dark by now. The baby was no longer thrilled by the wonders of nature around her. She was just cold. Child number one was getting freaked out by the empty park in the dark. The bats didn't help. Oh yes, there were bats. Only child two kept the chin up. Not a complaint, not a moan, and he even came over and rubbed my back every now and then. (Of course he was just aiming for two points on his reward chart once we got home... but should I question his motives? Does the end not justify...?)

The ruined church that was so quaint on our outbound journey was now just plain sinister in the dark. Hubbie had been reduced to carrying the freezing infant - who only wanted to be carried by mama, but sadly the bad back that has prompted this whole escapade prevented me from taking her. Cue 'don't you love me anymore' looks from herself. Her wails must have been audible all the way down the Liffey valley.

Of course, hubbie thought this was a good time to mention the Blair Witch Project.

Have I mentioned the bats?


By the time we crossed back over the liffey, and could faintly see the red beacon of the SPA hotel sign, it was pitch black. If eldest child cycled just too far ahead he disappeared, swallowed up by the shadows. All this accompanied by the sounds of the rushing river beside us and the knowledge that I was the only swimmer in the family. The writer in me started composing the headlines for the papers tomorrow 'Foolish Family Drown!' etc, etc...

The only highlight was child number two's running commentary on how every step was taking pounds off me! He'd look at me in the half light and exclaim 'Mama! You're getting less overweight by the second!" - (we've taught him to say over weight as he is the most pass remarkable five year old around. And if it wasn't for his severe speech delay - which has meant people don't realise what he's saying - he'd have been pulverised by many a sensitive fatty by now.)

After what felt like forever, in reality just under two hours, we made it back to the car park. There, on its ownsome, was our vehicle. As one we collapsed into it. Eldest child swearing never to return to this hideous place. Hubbie a little snappish. Baby just happy that mama could hold her now. Me, wondering, if a two hour epic odyssey around the demesne counted as 'gentle exercise'. Only pollyanna child was cheery - and enquiring whether he'd get three points on his reward chart for being so good.


There was only one thing for this traumatised family. We took ourselves, without delay, to Pistacchio's Italian restaurant in Clondalkin village. Pizza! Risotto! Garlic bread! Coke and beers. Banofee and cappuccini.

Sigh.

That's better.

Shame I undid all the good work and am overweight again. Ah well.

And, interestingly, my back isn't feeling too bad today.

A Walk in the Park?

So, there we were this weekend.

Not much happening.

My back, feeling it had kept quiet long enough, decided to give out. Pain, discomfort etc, etc. Like the trooper that I am, I took to my bed. Which is only fun for so long really. So, 4pm Sunday afternoon I remember (false memory syndrome anyone?) that gentle exercise is good for bad backs.

Hubbie suggested Lucan Demesne (pronounced DeMezney, none of this Demain nonsense. I mean really...)

We're always forgeting it's there...

Off we troop. Child one on bike. Child two on skateboard. Child three on quad bike. (Okay, baby was in her buggy, but it's a fun image...) Commanding, striding hubbie and pathetic hobbling me. But hey, it was lovely, 'the nature' as child two (by now unsurprisingly off skateboard) called it, was wearing its autumn palette. The 'forever greens', (again as child two called them), beautiful. Offspring on his bike was thrilled to be let lose. Baba, was entranced by all around her, not a peep as she took in the splendid swollen liffey as it rushed over low waterfalls.

There were plenty of people about, also enjoying the invigorating chill and inspiring landscape. I began to forget about about my aching backbone. Not a single child whinged! Really a first! We felt all righteous and perfect.

Well, seeing as we always forget the Demesne is there, we haven't visited it that much. We don't know it as well as the other green spaces we frequent. We'd walked for about 50mins, and pondered, that surely, there was a direct route back to the car park. Yes, of course we should have had a little look at the park map before we set out, but...

No, there is no short walk around the demesne - or if there is we didn't find it.


It was getting dark by now. The baby was no longer thrilled by the wonders of nature around her. She was just cold. Child number one was getting freaked out by the empty park in the dark. The bats didn't help. Oh yes, there were bats. Only child two kept the chin up. Not a complaint, not a moan, and he even came over and rubbed my back every now and then. (Of course he was just aiming for two points on his reward chart once we got home... but should I question his motives? Does the end not justify...?)

The ruined church that was so quaint on our outbound journey was now just plain sinister in the dark. Hubbie had been reduced to carrying the freezing infant - who only wanted to be carried by mama, but sadly the bad back that has prompted this whole escapade prevented me from taking her. Cue 'don't you love me anymore' looks from herself. Her wails must have been audible all the way down the Liffey valley.

Of course, hubbie thought this was a good time to mention the Blair Witch Project.

Have I mentioned the bats?


By the time we crossed back over the liffey, and could faintly see the red beacon of the SPA hotel sign, it was pitch black. If eldest child cycled just too far ahead he disappeared, swallowed up by the shadows. All this accompanied by the sounds of the rushing river beside us and the knowledge that I was the only swimmer in the family. The writer in me started composing the headlines for the papers tomorrow 'Foolish Family Drown!' etc, etc...

The only highlight was child number two's running commentary on how every step was taking pounds off me! He'd look at me in the half light and exclaim 'Mama! You're getting less overweight by the second!" - (we've taught him to say over weight as he is the most pass remarkable five year old around. And if it wasn't for his severe speech delay - which has meant people don't realise what he's saying - he'd have been pulverised by many a sensitive fatty by now.)

After what felt like forever, in reality just under two hours, we made it back to the car park. There, on its ownsome, was our vehicle. As one we collapsed into it. Eldest child swearing never to return to this hideous place. Hubbie a little snappish. Baby just happy that mama could hold her now. Me, wondering, if a two hour epic odyssey around the demesne counted as 'gentle exercise'. Only pollyanna child was cheery - and enquiring whether he'd get three points on his reward chart for being so good.


There was only one thing for this traumatised family. We took ourselves, without delay, to Pistacchio's Italian restaurant in Clondalkin village. Pizza! Risotto! Garlic bread! Coke and beers. Banofee and cappuccini.

Sigh.

That's better.

Shame I undid all the good work and am overweight again. Ah well.

And, interestingly, my back isn't feeling too bad today.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Let them eat cake



I have an email to send to Minister Lenihan. It contains this link ... What is Egalitarian?

I have four little words for your budget Mr Lenihan

Grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre and unprecedented.

(Someone you once knew came up with that one...)

Since when was penalising our old people egalitarian? Since when was hitting lower paid families with teenagers in college egalitarian? We all know that education is the route out of poverty, so why on earth were such families hit at least twice? Doubling university charges and taking away of child allowance...

Its like you sought out those with most to lose and laughed in their faces.

I am ashamed that my previous post worried I might not be able to afford my big fancy schamcy house after the budget - cause guess what? Of course we still can. We're only well-paid and middle class -a very needy demographic I think you'd agree.

Shame on your Minister.

Let them eat cake



I have an email to send to Minister Lenihan. It contains this link ... What is Egalitarian?

I have four little words for your budget Mr Lenihan

Grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre and unprecedented.

(Someone you once knew came up with that one...)

Since when was penalising our old people egalitarian? Since when was hitting lower paid families with teenagers in college egalitarian? We all know that education is the route out of poverty, so why on earth were such families hit at least twice? Doubling university charges and taking away of child allowance...

Its like you sought out those with most to lose and laughed in their faces.

I am ashamed that my previous post worried I might not be able to afford my big fancy schamcy house after the budget - cause guess what? Of course we still can. We're only well-paid and middle class -a very needy demographic I think you'd agree.

Shame on your Minister.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Wispa of Destiny


The budget looms!

Swish, swish goes the Lenihan scythe.

Domestic Oub's dreams in tatters, or a caped fiscal hero in disguise?

Busts and booms, Dooms and glooms.

Long, lenghty sighs.


I'm eating a Wispa here as I write this. It seems appropriate. They too were last so popular when gigantic budget deficits were the seasons economic must have. Is it a sign? Probably.

So, a snap poll

Vote YES! if you think Domestic Oub should go ahead and buy the house of her dreams - risking financial meltdown for her and her family like hasn't been seen since Wall Street traders brewed up sidewalk jam, and economic horror exposed such seams of weakness in men's souls that they allowed themselves to believe the dictator and despot.

Or

Vote No! if you think Domestic Oub should just cop on.

The Wispa of Destiny


The budget looms!

Swish, swish goes the Lenihan scythe.

Domestic Oub's dreams in tatters, or a caped fiscal hero in disguise?

Busts and booms, Dooms and glooms.

Long, lenghty sighs.


I'm eating a Wispa here as I write this. It seems appropriate. They too were last so popular when gigantic budget deficits were the seasons economic must have. Is it a sign? Probably.

So, a snap poll

Vote YES! if you think Domestic Oub should go ahead and buy the house of her dreams - risking financial meltdown for her and her family like hasn't been seen since Wall Street traders brewed up sidewalk jam, and economic horror exposed such seams of weakness in men's souls that they allowed themselves to believe the dictator and despot.

Or

Vote No! if you think Domestic Oub should just cop on.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Golden


Today was grumpy. Maybe it was the rain? Soaked right through to my soul. Or perhaps I just need more sleep.

Today I didn't count my blessings. I willfully miscalculated the lot of them. Instead of counting them I wrote BOOB on the calculator of life.

But this was wrong of me.

As middle son, five years old, said to me today - when mixing up Disney and religion class, confusing, or perhaps amalgamating the baby Jesus and Hercules - 'He was born golden'. What a beautiful phrase, no?

My children are golden, my entire family is golden. I am the luckiest girl alive.

Golden


Today was grumpy. Maybe it was the rain? Soaked right through to my soul. Or perhaps I just need more sleep.

Today I didn't count my blessings. I willfully miscalculated the lot of them. Instead of counting them I wrote BOOB on the calculator of life.

But this was wrong of me.

As middle son, five years old, said to me today - when mixing up Disney and religion class, confusing, or perhaps amalgamating the baby Jesus and Hercules - 'He was born golden'. What a beautiful phrase, no?

My children are golden, my entire family is golden. I am the luckiest girl alive.

Monday, October 6, 2008

YUMMY!

Make this dessert - it will change your life.

Look, no complaints this post! It must be magical!

Instant Berry ‘Ice Cream’

courtesy Lidl Treats blog...

This amount will serve 4 people, generously.

  • 1 tub Lidl Mascarpone
  • 2 dessert spoons sugar
  • Seeds from about 2 inches of fresh vanilla pod or a teaspoon of vanilla essence
  • Squeeze of lemon juice
  • 1/2 lb frozen berries (I used a mix of raspberry, strawberry and blackcurrant)

Put everything except the berries in the blender and mix until smooth. Add the berries and blend thoroughly.

That’s it. Serve and enjoy!

YUMMY!

Make this dessert - it will change your life.

Look, no complaints this post! It must be magical!

Instant Berry ‘Ice Cream’

courtesy Lidl Treats blog...

This amount will serve 4 people, generously.

  • 1 tub Lidl Mascarpone
  • 2 dessert spoons sugar
  • Seeds from about 2 inches of fresh vanilla pod or a teaspoon of vanilla essence
  • Squeeze of lemon juice
  • 1/2 lb frozen berries (I used a mix of raspberry, strawberry and blackcurrant)

Put everything except the berries in the blender and mix until smooth. Add the berries and blend thoroughly.

That’s it. Serve and enjoy!