as danielle mentioned in a recent email: it's month end, i've fallen off the face of the earth... or at least the social continent on said planet.
i've been busy with overtime, talking to birthday folks, and trying to plan our trips to london and paris. to top it off, i'm working on getting rid of this cold.
my success hasn't been great, but yesterday i made progress. after work i ate, talked to srs (mostly at the same time), had a shower, grabbed hitcherhiker's guide and went to bed. it's been a few nights recently that i've been exhausted but unable to sleep. there's just too much going on. finally, last night, i went to sleep early, and started to sort of lose it. i think i was so exhausted, mentally and physically that my body and mind stopped working properly! i woke up kinda stressed and out of it, and couldn't even answer gerry when he asked what was wrong. went pee, and then came back and realised i'd been dreaming about orders. i woke up randomly through the night, but basically had a good sleep, relatively speaking.
why the physical exhaustion? well, it's not that easy to be sitting at a desk all day, while not having slept well the night before, also i really need to be working out more... i've kinda fallen off the train since coming here. to top it off? ah! indeed... a story:
last week i asked some ladies to meet up for dinner on monday. elaine's going to college in dublin soon, isabel's going on a vacation for two weeks, trish is also off to college, but on friday next week, and beverley came too, but she's not going anywhere, yet... so it seemed like a good time.
we met up at cafe bar deli and everyone was close enough to on time. gerry was dropped off on the way, because he was meeting damien (beverley's boyfriend) for a pint as i had planned to drive.
everything was grand. good time, good food, great company. because i figured i'd be picking up gerry from somewhere on the road to beverley and damien's, i offered her a lift home. poor her. we went to the garage, and my car wouldn't start. so i decided to give it a push to see if it would start. well, the little push ended up being a bigger push (we were sure it would start going down the hill through the gate–the garage attendant held it open for us) and it did! but then beverley had to stop for the red light. gerry and damien were called and they came over. we pushed it the wrong way down a one way street, and YAY! it started again! and then it died. again. did we block traffic? of course! so we were pushing it down st.patrick's street (the busiest street in cork, especially at that time of night) and miracle of miracles, it started again. and i kept it revved the entire way home so it wouldn't die again. soooo crazy. i was stopping with the handbreak so i could keep it revved up, please keep in mind, this is in a 95 ford fiesta (a real party in a car). we were at stop lights and roundabouts, and i'm revving the engine... ah! the looks.
somehow we got home.
the next day i was in for work at 6.40 because gerry had to drop me off, and he works at 7. good news? got lots of work done.
gerry got a new battery for me, but the light still comes on... at least it starts now. the security guard at work told me to unplug the back window defroster. apparently with too much moisture they short out and cause battery drainage. i did it. anything to help, really.
at least now i know my my arms were killing me last night, too much pushin'... and definitely not the good kind.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
huckleberry pie
was it last year that we had the strawberry social?
i miss that.
on that note... there was eton mess served at harvey's bistro, different than the one at the strawberry social. lovely. but not as lovely.
i miss that.
on that note... there was eton mess served at harvey's bistro, different than the one at the strawberry social. lovely. but not as lovely.
say what you mean
it's a bit weird. i've caught up on my regular blog readings but i didn't make one comment.
i like to comment on my friends' blogs because i feel like then they know i'm reading... and possibly more important, that i'm paying attention.
i always wonder how people will perceive my comments...or other people's comments even. especially if you don't know someone, how will they know that it's supposed to be funny? does it matter?
as an aside: i've been sick twice now since i started my new job 2 months ago. well, two months ago on saturday. the first time was when i first started there, and the second has been since coming back from vacation. i'm just sayin' is all.
i like to comment on my friends' blogs because i feel like then they know i'm reading... and possibly more important, that i'm paying attention.
i always wonder how people will perceive my comments...or other people's comments even. especially if you don't know someone, how will they know that it's supposed to be funny? does it matter?
as an aside: i've been sick twice now since i started my new job 2 months ago. well, two months ago on saturday. the first time was when i first started there, and the second has been since coming back from vacation. i'm just sayin' is all.
You've got a boat-load o'nerve
all i talk about lately is moving. i'm sure it's kind of bugging g, but so far he's not telling.
it's true that we're making big effort to do more of europe (i think we're both enjoying the efforts, but are also wanting this to placate me) while we're still here; we've got tickets for london in september, paris in november, and possibly a quick flight to germany after my birthday and then a drive from there back to ireland. my sister, as per the norm, still has not followed through on getting fixing the storage to liberate the '71 bug that i wish to take here. maybe i should articulate to her that my desire to leave here gets stronger every day, and that my motions to make this happen are becoming more desperate.
we've started to play the lottery... then who cares how much g likes his job... he wouldn't have to work. we could just travel around until we find some place that we both like. or more than one place.
i've been searching for "around the world" tickets and trying to figure out which would be most suitable and economic for us.
i've considered the option of moving to the states.
at worst, we'll probably be here until march-ish 2008. then g is pretty sure he could get a transfer for a year or so to australia. maybe i will like there.
it's true that we're making big effort to do more of europe (i think we're both enjoying the efforts, but are also wanting this to placate me) while we're still here; we've got tickets for london in september, paris in november, and possibly a quick flight to germany after my birthday and then a drive from there back to ireland. my sister, as per the norm, still has not followed through on getting fixing the storage to liberate the '71 bug that i wish to take here. maybe i should articulate to her that my desire to leave here gets stronger every day, and that my motions to make this happen are becoming more desperate.
we've started to play the lottery... then who cares how much g likes his job... he wouldn't have to work. we could just travel around until we find some place that we both like. or more than one place.
i've been searching for "around the world" tickets and trying to figure out which would be most suitable and economic for us.
i've considered the option of moving to the states.
at worst, we'll probably be here until march-ish 2008. then g is pretty sure he could get a transfer for a year or so to australia. maybe i will like there.
Does your mother tell you things?
this weekend i got to chat to srs. she's in ottawa until thursday. then she's off back to san fran.
she sent the phone number for the hospice that her mom's at so i could give a call, so i did. i'd say she's in a pretty similar position that my mom was in two years ago.
i cried when i talked to her mom. which is pretty much exactly the opposite of what i wanted to do. when srs and i talked, we talked normal. maybe we sort of both wanted it to be a bit normal... or maybe we were just trying to ignore how we feel. or something. maybe we just don't need to say it... that's what i like to think. that we both know, and we don't need to say it outloud.
like everything, it's hard to know the truth.
she sent the phone number for the hospice that her mom's at so i could give a call, so i did. i'd say she's in a pretty similar position that my mom was in two years ago.
i cried when i talked to her mom. which is pretty much exactly the opposite of what i wanted to do. when srs and i talked, we talked normal. maybe we sort of both wanted it to be a bit normal... or maybe we were just trying to ignore how we feel. or something. maybe we just don't need to say it... that's what i like to think. that we both know, and we don't need to say it outloud.
like everything, it's hard to know the truth.
weatherman wet-fingers the sky
okay, so after danielle and her mom left i went right back to work that day. sometimes i enjoy wallowing in my misery, but other times, with some foresight, i will prevent this by making plans.
it was craziness at work because i'd been gone for a week. my department was basically a mess, excepting that orders had been done, everything needed some tlc.
also, in that time, a girl who has been quite negative about all things irish and all things her boyfriend, decided to go on a vacation, and a guy there quit. it was weird. i suspect they are related, but maybe shouldn't go into detail.
yesterday i left work early because i was sick. today, on dr.gerry's orders, i've taken the day off. i'm not fully recovered, but am certain it will come (from watching tv and surfing the web for holidays, and soup). tomorrow i will go back to work.
almost the whole time danielle and her mom were here the weather was pretty frickin' nice. the day before the left it started raining. since then it's mostly been raining. lots of thunderstorms, lots and lots of rain. everything's back to normal now.
it was craziness at work because i'd been gone for a week. my department was basically a mess, excepting that orders had been done, everything needed some tlc.
also, in that time, a girl who has been quite negative about all things irish and all things her boyfriend, decided to go on a vacation, and a guy there quit. it was weird. i suspect they are related, but maybe shouldn't go into detail.
yesterday i left work early because i was sick. today, on dr.gerry's orders, i've taken the day off. i'm not fully recovered, but am certain it will come (from watching tv and surfing the web for holidays, and soup). tomorrow i will go back to work.
almost the whole time danielle and her mom were here the weather was pretty frickin' nice. the day before the left it started raining. since then it's mostly been raining. lots of thunderstorms, lots and lots of rain. everything's back to normal now.
we don't go anywhere, just on trips
it's been quite some time since i last blogged. now it's going to be one of those massive blogging sessions.
so much has happened. let's start where we left off... danielle was visiting. now, if you'll allow me, i will sum up.
we went to blarney: it was a gorgeous day. i didn't realise that i already blogged about this. *blush*
we went to dublin it was a long day, and a short visit. my first time in dublin was a success. we went to a cathedral and a museum after a yummy lunch at cafe gertrude. we were guided there by conor and it was yummy.
sadly we didn't make it to dumdum centre to buy the "ursula bag" by furla. would it be weird to take the bus to dublin this weekend while gerry's doing over time? wait a second, if he's doing over time doesn't what me that *he* should get the bag for me?
we shopped in cork
we went to west cork: stopped at inchydonny (however it's spelled) stopped at what we thought was a craft fair at a church. ended up being mass, but it got me directions to the "other church" that apparently had events like craft fairs. the stuff was less crafty and more arty than expected... but all very nice. it was cool to see local stuff, and to find out about classes. i'd love to take the chair making class, but i don't think my hands are up for it right now...maybe once i don't have arthritis. that would be fun.
we had a lovely meal at annie's: extra yummy.
we played loads of games: this includes cribbage, and the couple times people came over and we played cranium.
overall, i'd say a good visit. it was nice to be able to see stuff i'd been holding off on, because i didn't want to do it twice.
so much has happened. let's start where we left off... danielle was visiting. now, if you'll allow me, i will sum up.
we went to blarney: it was a gorgeous day. i didn't realise that i already blogged about this. *blush*
we went to dublin it was a long day, and a short visit. my first time in dublin was a success. we went to a cathedral and a museum after a yummy lunch at cafe gertrude. we were guided there by conor and it was yummy.
sadly we didn't make it to dumdum centre to buy the "ursula bag" by furla. would it be weird to take the bus to dublin this weekend while gerry's doing over time? wait a second, if he's doing over time doesn't what me that *he* should get the bag for me?
we shopped in cork
we went to west cork: stopped at inchydonny (however it's spelled) stopped at what we thought was a craft fair at a church. ended up being mass, but it got me directions to the "other church" that apparently had events like craft fairs. the stuff was less crafty and more arty than expected... but all very nice. it was cool to see local stuff, and to find out about classes. i'd love to take the chair making class, but i don't think my hands are up for it right now...maybe once i don't have arthritis. that would be fun.
we had a lovely meal at annie's: extra yummy.
we played loads of games: this includes cribbage, and the couple times people came over and we played cranium.
overall, i'd say a good visit. it was nice to be able to see stuff i'd been holding off on, because i didn't want to do it twice.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
kissing lips
so far danielle and her mom's trip to cork has been a mix of hanging out and playing cards and doing the tourist thing.
friday evening we went into town for wagamama. it was an all-around, 'YUM!'. we met up with elaine and shantella and funnily i even saw matilda from work there.
saturday we went to the coal quay market to drop off the basket to the german baker, picked up pretzels and a croissant and went to the english market to get a picnic for fitzgerald's park.
sunday we had a barbeque and finished an evening of too much food with a solid game of canadians vs. irish. the irish won, but we're looking for a rematch on saturday.
monday we went to blarney, where i was the only one brave (stupid) enough to kiss the stone. i don't think my gift of gab has increased, but i guess it's hard to get chattier when you're already the chattiest.
the weather's been great since danielle and her mom arrived. i encourage canadians to visit more regularly. please. we got some rain on sunday and thought we might get rained out, but it cleared up nicely for the barbeque and we even ate outside.
friday evening we went into town for wagamama. it was an all-around, 'YUM!'. we met up with elaine and shantella and funnily i even saw matilda from work there.
saturday we went to the coal quay market to drop off the basket to the german baker, picked up pretzels and a croissant and went to the english market to get a picnic for fitzgerald's park.
sunday we had a barbeque and finished an evening of too much food with a solid game of canadians vs. irish. the irish won, but we're looking for a rematch on saturday.
monday we went to blarney, where i was the only one brave (stupid) enough to kiss the stone. i don't think my gift of gab has increased, but i guess it's hard to get chattier when you're already the chattiest.
the weather's been great since danielle and her mom arrived. i encourage canadians to visit more regularly. please. we got some rain on sunday and thought we might get rained out, but it cleared up nicely for the barbeque and we even ate outside.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
that's hoff-tastic
just saw an add for an internet service provider. the hoff is their spokesmodel. it's funny, self-mocking, and disturbing.
has anyone else noticed that when he walks it's really stiff? like "old man, i'm having trouble moving" kind of stiff walk. it's almost like he has wooden legs.
has anyone else noticed that when he walks it's really stiff? like "old man, i'm having trouble moving" kind of stiff walk. it's almost like he has wooden legs.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
going places
gerry and i don't have much free time between now and christmas. as mentioned, danielle and her mom are coming for just over two weeks, and i've taken some time off for that. we have two weddings to go to (gerry's in the wedding party for both) but we've now managed to plan a trip for london (ehm, england) in september, between weddings, and a weekend in paris (still not the one in ontario) in november. in london, we're going to see a couple shows, gerry (he's gay below the knees) would like to see phantom, and i would like to see something shakespeare. in paris, we're going to do touristy things because gerry's never been, and really, we couldn't get cheaper flights to anywhere else.
this leaves me with 2 days of vacation time left between now and december 26 which is when my contract runs out. i might have to just randomly take those days off, cause every weekend that gerry has off, we have plans, and here, if you don't take your vacation time, you don't get to bank them or anything.
this leaves me with 2 days of vacation time left between now and december 26 which is when my contract runs out. i might have to just randomly take those days off, cause every weekend that gerry has off, we have plans, and here, if you don't take your vacation time, you don't get to bank them or anything.
v is for visitors
YAY! one more sleep until danielle and her mom arrive!
i get to leave work early for the second day in a row. gerry will pick them up from the airport, and i will meet them at the house, unless by some miracle work decides that i am not needed and that it would be wonderfully kind to let me leave extra early. for some reason, i don't think this is going to happen.
i'm ready for some time off, some cribbage and some more canadiana!
i get to leave work early for the second day in a row. gerry will pick them up from the airport, and i will meet them at the house, unless by some miracle work decides that i am not needed and that it would be wonderfully kind to let me leave extra early. for some reason, i don't think this is going to happen.
i'm ready for some time off, some cribbage and some more canadiana!
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