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May. 21st, 2005 06:29 pmCrikey, been longer than I thought since last proper update. So, what's new? Well, feck all as ever. The baby niece (Emma, Christening too woeful to mention, or rather I don't remember it due to boozery) is thriving despite her big sister's expressions of jealousy. Like pinching her, falling on her head, dropping jam on her, the usual big sister things to do. Not that I'd know anything about that, of course. Worst I did was try to get the nuns to take middle sis Eva back because she cried whenever I was watching TV.
Baby sister is getting a lot closer to me, which is very nice indeed. There are some advantages to being at home, one being able to dispense growed up advice. Her friends seem to resent me being around less than parents, so I get to be a chaperone when they've invaded the house. There will be no smoochies on my watch. Dog, manger, and all. And someone needs to tell the smelly boys to flush the loo. Hitting them with a flip-flop on occasion is doing the trick.
Job status remains as housewife. Yesterday I got very excited because I'd been given a present of a Flash power mop. It's great, I can get the floors scrubbed in half an hour instead of two. But it's been pointed out to me that this isn't the sort of thing a normal 27 year old gets excited about. This may be directly related to the lack of a love life which my mother tried to fix by setting me up with random strangers when the vampire wagon rolled into Drawwda. Apparently I'm now worth 8 cows as opposed to the 5 camels I was worth in 2001. Not sure how much I've depreciated as I can't find reliable cow/camel exchange rates.
Mary Harney is refusing to throw money at the problem of not having enough midwives or paediatric nurses so it's looking like next year before that happens. At least. Bah. There's still the option of doing it the new old way by doing nursing before midwifery postgrad, but that's silly.
Am now carrying around 32 pounds less than I was at Christmas, and 46 less than Christmas 03. I most heartily recommend Unislim for anyone wanting to make their chances of type 2 diabetes not be odds on. 32 pounds. I'll stop about that now.
Up in Dublin for the day on a bit of a sanity run. It's nice to get away from the kids and the house every so often...
Random guy on street wearing the most delightful of track suits staggered over to me just to tell me I'm ugly. Gods, I miss this city. No, seriously. The weekly death threats involving girlfriends dancing on my head or the very occasional syringe were kinda fun. I very almost miss them.
Baby sister is getting a lot closer to me, which is very nice indeed. There are some advantages to being at home, one being able to dispense growed up advice. Her friends seem to resent me being around less than parents, so I get to be a chaperone when they've invaded the house. There will be no smoochies on my watch. Dog, manger, and all. And someone needs to tell the smelly boys to flush the loo. Hitting them with a flip-flop on occasion is doing the trick.
Job status remains as housewife. Yesterday I got very excited because I'd been given a present of a Flash power mop. It's great, I can get the floors scrubbed in half an hour instead of two. But it's been pointed out to me that this isn't the sort of thing a normal 27 year old gets excited about. This may be directly related to the lack of a love life which my mother tried to fix by setting me up with random strangers when the vampire wagon rolled into Drawwda. Apparently I'm now worth 8 cows as opposed to the 5 camels I was worth in 2001. Not sure how much I've depreciated as I can't find reliable cow/camel exchange rates.
Mary Harney is refusing to throw money at the problem of not having enough midwives or paediatric nurses so it's looking like next year before that happens. At least. Bah. There's still the option of doing it the new old way by doing nursing before midwifery postgrad, but that's silly.
Am now carrying around 32 pounds less than I was at Christmas, and 46 less than Christmas 03. I most heartily recommend Unislim for anyone wanting to make their chances of type 2 diabetes not be odds on. 32 pounds. I'll stop about that now.
Up in Dublin for the day on a bit of a sanity run. It's nice to get away from the kids and the house every so often...
Random guy on street wearing the most delightful of track suits staggered over to me just to tell me I'm ugly. Gods, I miss this city. No, seriously. The weekly death threats involving girlfriends dancing on my head or the very occasional syringe were kinda fun. I very almost miss them.
