I'm with Stupid ->

It seems middle child does his best thinking in the car. He ponders the big questions as only a six year old can, as he waits for Lucan traffic to do its worst. Today, as we crawled our way home, he asked me if 'stupidiot' was a bad word. I told him it wasn't even a word, so he could decide. This was a little bit too outside the box for him, so, before his brain short circuited at the lack of boundaries, I told him, yes, I reckoned its a bad word.


While a little search on google turned up what I thought - that he wasn't the first person to utter this non-word - I did think it was a good effort from his relatively new brain. And it tied in so nicely with Various C's musings not so long ago.

So, I'm in the mood for new words, incorporating the word 'Stupid'.

What have I got so far?

Stupidiom - The thick things only stupid people say.
Stupidiosyncrasies - The unique ways people find to do stupid things.
Stupidgin - The unintelligible makeiupy language Mr Oubliette uses when he is trying to tell me something he doesn't want the kids to understand.
Stupiddling - The utterly pointless and moronic way life often is.


I could go on, but I guess that's enough for now. I will enjoy spell checking this post.

I'm with Stupid ->

It seems middle child does his best thinking in the car. He ponders the big questions as only a six year old can, as he waits for Lucan traffic to do its worst. Today, as we crawled our way home, he asked me if 'stupidiot' was a bad word. I told him it wasn't even a word, so he could decide. This was a little bit too outside the box for him, so, before his brain short circuited at the lack of boundaries, I told him, yes, I reckoned its a bad word.


While a little search on google turned up what I thought - that he wasn't the first person to utter this non-word - I did think it was a good effort from his relatively new brain. And it tied in so nicely with Various C's musings not so long ago.

So, I'm in the mood for new words, incorporating the word 'Stupid'.

What have I got so far?

Stupidiom - The thick things only stupid people say.
Stupidiosyncrasies - The unique ways people find to do stupid things.
Stupidgin - The unintelligible makeiupy language Mr Oubliette uses when he is trying to tell me something he doesn't want the kids to understand.
Stupiddling - The utterly pointless and moronic way life often is.


I could go on, but I guess that's enough for now. I will enjoy spell checking this post.

Is there anything I can't turn my hand to?

Was painting on Sunday to cheer myself up. Painting pictures, not walls. Painting walls makes me even more annoyed. Seems like more than just six years since that eldest son was a toddler. He 'air quotes' when replying to me these days.





Haven't finished the mouth. Maybe that will keep him quiet for a while...

Is there anything I can't turn my hand to?

Was painting on Sunday to cheer myself up. Painting pictures, not walls. Painting walls makes me even more annoyed. Seems like more than just six years since that eldest son was a toddler. He 'air quotes' when replying to me these days.





Haven't finished the mouth. Maybe that will keep him quiet for a while...

Gloom

Am in a right royal stinking, brooding, eroding, crushing, binge-inducing, wine-guzzling BAD MOOD!!

Why? Ah, is that really important?

The fact is I'm grumpy with a capital Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Shouldn't be, all being fed, sheltered and healthy.

But can't quite reach the black dog to give him a kick in the arse, to send him on his way.

Maybe I need one of these pills

Bliss.

Even the cute one on Masterchef hasn't cheered me up.

Gloom

Am in a right royal stinking, brooding, eroding, crushing, binge-inducing, wine-guzzling BAD MOOD!!

Why? Ah, is that really important?

The fact is I'm grumpy with a capital Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Shouldn't be, all being fed, sheltered and healthy.

But can't quite reach the black dog to give him a kick in the arse, to send him on his way.

Maybe I need one of these pills

Bliss.

Even the cute one on Masterchef hasn't cheered me up.

Pics

'Hello up there lazy mama'


'As I was saying to Barack the other day...'



Making a break for it.


Our little flower :)


A look of pure mischief


Only calm moment all morning...


Shrinking violets, all three of them...

Dad is sooooo embarressing


On a mission.

Pics

'Hello up there lazy mama'


'As I was saying to Barack the other day...'



Making a break for it.


Our little flower :)


A look of pure mischief


Only calm moment all morning...


Shrinking violets, all three of them...

Dad is sooooo embarressing


On a mission.

It's a Wonderful Life... (watch out Domestic Oubliette's getting soppy again!)

Had one of those days today that reminds one that life is great, that honestly, crunch or no crunch, we have it perfect.

It started off with 10.30 Mass... no, I know that doesn't sound like the most exciting start to the day, but you see my little munchkin was reading a prayer of the faithful. He's doing his First Communion this year, so once a month at 10.30 mass, the kids from one class do all the prayers, bring up the gifts, etc. etc.

So - there were all the other little faithful prayer readers, all with their little bits of paper. He of course didn't have his. That would be far too much like organisation on his or his mammy's part. But he knew the prayer off by heart (its not like it was the Guru Gita or anything) Up they all trooped and read their prayers, very well of course. But truth be told, they do sorta chant them out (Dear lord bless our families - de da de da de da de de da de da de da...) When his turn comes, up jumps Domestic Oubliette Jnr. Head up, looking out to the crowded church - and he declaimed his one line prayer with the poise and confidence of Obama himself. Instead of 'Lord hear our prayer' I half expected him to announce 'Yes we can!'.



Was there ever a prouder mother? Never! I nearly shed tears.

But the kid's a born performer. It was practically jazz hands down the birth canal. If it wasn't for the fact that he looks so like myself and Mr Oubliette, I'd have sworn they swapped babies in the hospital. If I had been waiting, eight years old, to get up and read a prayer at mass - even with my very own prompter, twelve months preparation, a Valium drip and the prayer tattooed on my arm, I'd have wet myself, then sunk into a catatonic state from sheer terror.

So, after mass, off to the local coffee shop for celebratory lattes for the grown ups, hot chocolate for the boys and a babycino for the baby. And all topped of with all day breakfast sandwiches for everyone. Bliss. You know you've gotten it right when the baba is dipping bread into her hot milk, and the boys have to go to the bathroom to wash off the chocolate mustaches.

We then drove across town to the Botanical Gardens. Star child initially declared the location boring and lame (too much American tv perhaps?) Once we bet the cheekiness out of him, everyone had a fabulous time chasing squirrels, dodging crocuses, sweating in Palm houses and generally being as wholesome as its possible to be. We'd have to have snorted cocaine off hookers bosoms to redress the wholesome/degenerate balance we were so gosh darn picture perfect.



Back across town again. I fell asleep in the car. I'm sure it was all slack jaw and drool, but so nice to have a little snooze. Once we got home, hubby played a blinder, and got the dinner. Yummy fajitas. The food lasted moments before it was gobbled all up. At which point I decided to smear middle child's face with ketchup. He saw the funny side.

Dessert was strawberries, cream and champagne. (Probably sufficient to redress the wholesome balance :)

Sigh :)

Hubby has just finished watching Lost. We might watch a dvd now, probably early 2000 comedy series Spaced. He'll probably get me a cup of tea, or maybe a beer if I feel like it. Then, hopefully not too late I'll get to bed. I'll read a bit of my book (currently How To Lose Friends and Alienate People - Toby Young.) Lights out, and if I'm really lucky, some sweet dreams.

F'**k the begrudgers, life is good!

It's a Wonderful Life... (watch out Domestic Oubliette's getting soppy again!)

Had one of those days today that reminds one that life is great, that honestly, crunch or no crunch, we have it perfect.

It started off with 10.30 Mass... no, I know that doesn't sound like the most exciting start to the day, but you see my little munchkin was reading a prayer of the faithful. He's doing his First Communion this year, so once a month at 10.30 mass, the kids from one class do all the prayers, bring up the gifts, etc. etc.

So - there were all the other little faithful prayer readers, all with their little bits of paper. He of course didn't have his. That would be far too much like organisation on his or his mammy's part. But he knew the prayer off by heart (its not like it was the Guru Gita or anything) Up they all trooped and read their prayers, very well of course. But truth be told, they do sorta chant them out (Dear lord bless our families - de da de da de da de de da de da de da...) When his turn comes, up jumps Domestic Oubliette Jnr. Head up, looking out to the crowded church - and he declaimed his one line prayer with the poise and confidence of Obama himself. Instead of 'Lord hear our prayer' I half expected him to announce 'Yes we can!'.



Was there ever a prouder mother? Never! I nearly shed tears.

But the kid's a born performer. It was practically jazz hands down the birth canal. If it wasn't for the fact that he looks so like myself and Mr Oubliette, I'd have sworn they swapped babies in the hospital. If I had been waiting, eight years old, to get up and read a prayer at mass - even with my very own prompter, twelve months preparation, a Valium drip and the prayer tattooed on my arm, I'd have wet myself, then sunk into a catatonic state from sheer terror.

So, after mass, off to the local coffee shop for celebratory lattes for the grown ups, hot chocolate for the boys and a babycino for the baby. And all topped of with all day breakfast sandwiches for everyone. Bliss. You know you've gotten it right when the baba is dipping bread into her hot milk, and the boys have to go to the bathroom to wash off the chocolate mustaches.

We then drove across town to the Botanical Gardens. Star child initially declared the location boring and lame (too much American tv perhaps?) Once we bet the cheekiness out of him, everyone had a fabulous time chasing squirrels, dodging crocuses, sweating in Palm houses and generally being as wholesome as its possible to be. We'd have to have snorted cocaine off hookers bosoms to redress the wholesome/degenerate balance we were so gosh darn picture perfect.



Back across town again. I fell asleep in the car. I'm sure it was all slack jaw and drool, but so nice to have a little snooze. Once we got home, hubby played a blinder, and got the dinner. Yummy fajitas. The food lasted moments before it was gobbled all up. At which point I decided to smear middle child's face with ketchup. He saw the funny side.

Dessert was strawberries, cream and champagne. (Probably sufficient to redress the wholesome balance :)

Sigh :)

Hubby has just finished watching Lost. We might watch a dvd now, probably early 2000 comedy series Spaced. He'll probably get me a cup of tea, or maybe a beer if I feel like it. Then, hopefully not too late I'll get to bed. I'll read a bit of my book (currently How To Lose Friends and Alienate People - Toby Young.) Lights out, and if I'm really lucky, some sweet dreams.

F'**k the begrudgers, life is good!

Africa, smaller than you think...

Son, 8 yrs old- 'Mama, is England bigger than Africa?'

Interrupting, Son, 6 yrs old says - 'No!' (with weary disdain) 'There's an elephant in Africa, it would have to be huge to fit an Elephant. Elephants are huge.'

That told him.

Africa, smaller than you think...

Son, 8 yrs old- 'Mama, is England bigger than Africa?'

Interrupting, Son, 6 yrs old says - 'No!' (with weary disdain) 'There's an elephant in Africa, it would have to be huge to fit an Elephant. Elephants are huge.'

That told him.

In Vino Irritas

Ten pints of Guinness sitting on the table
Oh ten pints of Guinness sitting on the table
And if one pint of Guinness should be supped until its gone,
There'd be nine pints of Guinness sitting on the table...

Nine pints of Guinness...

(repeat until DomesticOubliette is obnoxious and loud.)

In Vino Irritas

Ten pints of Guinness sitting on the table
Oh ten pints of Guinness sitting on the table
And if one pint of Guinness should be supped until its gone,
There'd be nine pints of Guinness sitting on the table...

Nine pints of Guinness...

(repeat until DomesticOubliette is obnoxious and loud.)

Let's Boost Morale!

Print 'em out! Post 'em up! Together we'll restore the country's confidence!

Let's Boost Morale!

Print 'em out! Post 'em up! Together we'll restore the country's confidence!

I drove my chevy to the levy, but the levy was quite harsh and will probably lead to strike action..

I think there has been a 10% levy introduced on my energy levels. Already suffering a sudden and rapid slow down, my output has been reduced to (the equivalent of) a three day week and already isn't looking good for the rest of '09.

I suspect I need a recapitalisation of my kinetic liquidity. Can you help Mr Cowen?

Hmmm? No? Thought not.

Anyway my vim deficit is why I haven't posted in a week. And it's not that its been a quiet week, no. A lot has happened. There's been snow. And my sore tooth. Middle child's obsession with death and religion has returned. Baby has learned to say 'Spongebob'. She has also stopped eating carrots. I finished my Richard and Judy book club pick.

So, you see, its been go, go, go, for the past seven days.



Perhaps I'll fill you in on 'The Promise of Happiness' - Justin Cartwright, the book I told you all about buying a few weeks ago. Well, what can I say? It was a portrait of the Judd family torn apart by the jailing of their brilliant daughter Juliet. The story starts just as she is about to be released after a two year sentence.

What did I think of it? Well, if you like your literature with an teeny whiff of incest and a lot of coastal Cornish scenes - well, this is the book for you! I neither liked nor dislike it. I was able to put it down at night. But I did want to pick it up again the next evening. While I reckon the problem was that it hadn't quite enough plot to sustain it, the characters were pretty well drawn. I was reminded of the book 'The Private Lives of Pippa Lee' - Rebecca Miller. The contrast you see. I believed the actions of Mr Cartwrights characters. I could have told you what each member of the Judd family would do in any random situation, as he had written them so well. But as for the eponymous Ms Lee. Oh, such an irritating book in my view. Those characters just danced to the contrived plots tune. They might have done anything. It felt that Ms Miller thought she had written herself a daring little book. It was just book club by numbers in my oh so humble opinion.

Enough.

What next?



I picked up ' You Shall Know Our Velocity' - Dave Eggers. I've had this book for a few years but I haven't gotten further than page 60. Mr Eggers wrote the astounding book 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius'. It is a memoir. It is all about how his parents died within a month of each other and he, at 21 years of age, takes on the care of his eight year old brother. You'll laugh. You'll cry. Read it.



So, on the strength of 'A Heartbreaking...' I picked up 'Velocity.' And I can't make up my mind about it. The writing is wonderful. As with Colum McCann I find myself rereading sentences because I think they are so wonderfully written... but with this book, I just don't feel gripped by it, even though I love the writing... strange. Maybe its like a bar of dark chocolate. A couple of squares are wonderful and rich, but you wouldn't eat a whole bar in one sitting...

I'll let you know if I get any further with it this time...