Life streaming

I found this in my drafts folder from quite a while back but it still rings true. In fact I think I have given myself something to think about!

Have people forgotten what it’s like to be alone? To be alone with your own thoughts and only yourself to listen to them?

Sometimes I think that people, caught up in the new media, social media, digital economy have forgotten that they are in fact still humans. No need to log every moment of your day, every thought, every whim, every lunch break. It’s just not that interesting. Lonely? Phone a friend. Or better still, scrape your bum off the sofa or office chair and go see them. Talk to them face to face, not through a screen or keyboard.

No one cares that it’s lunch time in your office right now or that you’ve just burned your hand while cooking dinner. If you can still tweet about it then you’re obviously fine.

Sometimes I catch myself doing it. I know why I do it. It’s a loneliness thing.  Tweeting or using Facebook for business purposes is one thing but when you get used to having an ever-willing audience, a community in which you can participate and belong to at any moment of the day, it’s hard to ignore the call when the house is empty and it’s just you, the tv and the laptop.

And yet when I do ignore it, I feel the better for it. A few hours of ‘me’ time. Visiting friends, visiting family, seeing a movie, watching tv, catching up on housework, reading a book, whatever it may be, not very exciting but better than sitting back telling the world about how bored I am.

My poor head

When someone intimates that you might have been dropped on your head as a baby, thus explaining all of your problems, eccentricities and quirks I tend to think “Haha, good one!”.  HOWever…

I found out from my mother recently that she had in fact dropped me on my head. Well not dropped me, I fell out of my high chair or off the kitchen table or something and had ‘a lump the size of an egg’ but sure you never saw anyone (doctors) and you’re grand aren’t you? Haha.


A lump the size of an egg? No doctor? What other horrors are lurking in my past…? I dread to think!

“Ah sure you’re grand.”

Girly stuff

Not so long ago I went with The Mammy to a recording of For One Night Only starring Imelda May. Let’s just be clear…I loved Imelda May. LOVED her. And after the recording of the show…I adored her even more. You couldn’t meet a more honest, down to earth, real and genuine person. She is just wonderful and a truly happy person, it radiates out from her not only when she’s singing but when she was being interviewed too and most especially when talking about her family.

On the night Imelda looked amazing in a retro cut white dress with a rose pattern:

She looked amazing and wore sparkly red shoes and I wanted it – the whole outfit!! So imagine my delight one day last week when I spotted that exact dress on a dummy outside Retro in George’s Street Arcade! I went in, I asked was it the same dress (it was) and I checked that they had my size (they did). I’m not sure I can carry off white with red roses but they had the same dress in different patterns. I have made a dress-up date with a pal from work and tomorrow on our lunch break we are going to go and try on dresses. I will try on that dress.

For the first time in a long while, I have some money to spend on myself. This is a major treat for me and I can’t wait. If they have those sparkly red shoes too – sold!

Arranged Marriage

Out with The Granny recently, my sister decided to ask about arranged marriage. I can’t remember how exactly but it was relatively related to what we were talking about.

“So, did anyone ever marry the wrong person back in your day?”

“Yes, ME” replies The Granny.

“Oh no, I meant a person that wasn’t approved of or who turned out to be a nasty piece of work?”

All said in hushed tones across the restaurant table.

“Or were there any arranged marriages?”

According the The Granny, yes one of her aunt’s marriages had been arranged. Rewind to 1940s Wexford where it was all about the land you had and the living you could make from it. There was a local bar, Murphy’s, where a certain bachelor farmer would go from time to time for a drink or two and a chat with Mr. Murphy behind the bar. He was a man in his forties and he made it known to Mr. Murphy – who surely knew every man in the surrounding area (with and without a daughter) – that he was on the lookout for a wife.

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In my first post of 2011 I mentioned that the previous year had started on a low personal note but had improved over time. This upward slant has continued – hooray! – culminating in me finding a job that I like and being given a permanent contract.

Now the ‘kinda’ good start is this. I was made permanent in this job that I like in a company that is defying current trends and growing bigger almost daily. My new contract started on the day of my birthday – perfect timing. So you can imagine the growing unease of finding out that one of my very best friends is due to have a meeting in work – also on her birthday – in which she will more than likely be made redundant or be told when she is being made redundant.

She is still delighted for me and so am I. Another friend told me today she has found herself a new job and handed in notice at her old place.

Swings and roundabouts. Ups and downs. Hopefully it’ll work out for the other friend soon.

2010 in review

Thanks to all who have been reading my blog despite the fact that I only posted 5 times in 2010 😮 I have been thinking about this blog a bit recently, I miss it! And although I won’t be blogging very regularly, I think I’ll be trying to do a bit more than 5 this year. 2010 was a year of huge change and upheaval for me in good and bad ways. It started on a very low note personally but ended on a much higher one – hooray!

Happy New Year and all my best wishes for 2011 😉

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.

Crunchy numbers

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A helper monkey made this abstract painting, inspired by your stats.

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2010. That’s about 31 full 747s.


In 2010, there were 5 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 114 posts. There were 16 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 6mb. That’s about a picture per month.

The busiest day of the year was February 14th with 96 views. The most popular post that day was Coolest. Beds. Ever. .

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were irishtimes.com, irishblogs.ie, culch.ie, search.aol.com, and search.conduit.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for my sister’s keeper, cool chairs, inside a wave, lace underwear, and my sisters keeper.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Coolest. Beds. Ever. October 2008


My Sister’s Keeper July 2009


Oooh wavey! March 2009


Cool chairs January 2009


Please help me go to the Halloween party! October 2009

80 years young

So The Granny was 80 years young last week. She doesn’t look a day of it to be honest and we all know better than to make a big deal out of the number. My poor youngest sister, obviously too young at 13 to have remembered the last ‘special number’ birthday – 75 – made the rookie mistake of writing ‘Happy 80th birthday’ inside her card. At least she wasn’t foolish enough to buy a card with 80 on the front.

On her 75th birthday my uncle and his wife visited The Granny with card and present. From what The Granny tells us, she opened the card which had a huge 75 on the front and in disgust she tore it up and chucked it on the fire in front of them. In reality that didn’t happen because when we saw her a few days later the torn card was still in pieces in her living room. Lesson learned anyway – no numbers.

Poor youngest sis was only 13 then and had possibly forgotten that story a bit. Cue huge intake of breath when the offending hand written numbers were spied – disgusted face – closing of card. I spied them over her shoulder and made a joke out of it. Anything to stop her tearing up a card from the next grandchild who is teetering on the brink of not really giving a damn any more. Card was kept, or at least taken home. Disaster averted.

Earlier in the day, we paid a trip here…a country drive was a lovely way to celebrate the drive even if the place she actually wanted to see was closed. We’ll go back there another day.