Archive for December, 2008

2008, what a year!

This year has been one of big change for me in some ways and no change in others.

I’ve completed a trip round the world by myself, heading off in January and back in March. More about this in January when I reminisce annoyingly about “This time last year…”

I celebrated my 30th birthday in style in Sydney, Australia. I was the first of my Irish family (aside from my grandparents) to visit my aunt in Brisbane since she moved there over 40 years ago. Sadly she passed away in July of this year so my visit was well timed in a way without me knowing it.

Aside from my round the world trip I’ve been to London, to a good friend’s wedding in Paris and went several times to Belfast and Kilkenny.

I have taken up blogging πŸ™‚

I have met so many new people, some of them now counted as good friends. Old friends have been wonderful and supportive of my ‘career choices’ this year and believed in me πŸ™‚

I have met countless new faces on a personal and professional level, not to mention those I have met through blogging (even before I had a blog, I might add!), and I look forward to doing more of the same in 2009.

I think I can safely say that 2008 has been one of my better years so far and definitely the one filled with most change for me-ever!

If 2009 is more of the same then BRING IT ON I say!

Happy New Year to you all xx


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In search of something

Today I head off in search of something, I’m not sure what. My search will take me an hour away by car and probably to the depths of hell and back again.
Yes, yes I am off to the January sales…in Newry. I must be insane, since I am not a fan of shopping, never mind the madness of elbow-deep bargain-hunting but since this is the only ‘girls day’ suggested by any of my friends over the holidays, I’ll go along with it and see what happens.
You never know, I might find a bargain of a lifetime!

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on my Facebook page. Or any other social networking site for that matter. I’m on there to check out what my friends and family are up to, to upload photos and become a fan of some new thing…not for this!



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You’ve just come from Rick’s Part

It had been hard at first, leaving. Going off on a long journey into the unknown.Β  We were scared but at least we were together. They said it was our time to go, our destiny and that it would all be ok and we believed them. We were still scared though. The Big Guy kept us in the dark a while. A long, bumpy while. But eventually we were let out and placed carefully in our box under a shiny, sparkly tree decorated with coloured balls and lights and all sorts of colouredy things.

A couple of hours later and we thought the world was ending…there were excited, loud whispers followed by a countdown of some sort. Every digit nearer to zero and we were wondering if it was the end of the world…or ours at least…


– Did you hear that?

– Uh huh. What is it? Why were we left here? I don’t like it here!!


– What’s going to happen to us?


– I guess we’re about to find out

– I want to go back!!

Gasps of “He came!” followed by “Yay!!! Woohoo!!!!”

Light suddenly flooded our box as the lid was whipped off. An expectant face looked in. And broke into a huge grin. Careful hands pulled us out together, side by side.

We were glad of that, to always be together. I still wasn’t sure about this being our destiny and neither was L, I could tell by the way he kept close by me and trembled at her touch a little but she was being very gentle with us, looking at us front and back, top and bottom, over and over.

Then she spinned our wheels, Ls front wheels first with her little hand and then mine. It tickled. I liked it. I could hear Ls wheels purring in appreciation too. Before I knew what was happening, a small stockinged foot was being shoved inside each of us and we were being dragged round the carpet. Carpet is not very good for us, it makes us itch, and the fluff catches in our wheels. I think she realised this too when she kept saying “Faster, faster!” and soon we were whizzing up and down the kitchen floor on some very smooth lino. Wheeeee! Wheeee! This was great! The elves back at the factory were dead right, this was going to be great, it’s what we were made for!

“No rollerskates in the house!” a booming voice shouted. Himself and Myself had to use all of our powers to stop using our rubber stoppers. Eeek!

But before long we were out in the cold air and sunshine whizzing up and down again. We spent many hours and days and summer holidays whizzing around, up and down hills, round in circles, dancing with friends, ours and hers.

Until one horrible day. We’d been left in the wardrobe a while, languishing in a stolen Superquinn shopping basket full of old shoes and boots. She came looking for us after a while though, every time. She loved the speed and the wind in her hair and the vibrations shooting up through our wheels into the souls of her feet, tickling and itching at the same time. And she always came back to us even when other toys were held as favourite for a day or two or even a week, she always came back to us. But this day…well this day we were pulled out of the basket in the wardrobe. Her little stockinged feet were shoved into each of us. But the little stockinged feet had grown some. And the little stockinged feet weren’t so little anymore. She tried and tried, but eventually gave up. Her sad little face! Our sad little wheels and stoppers, what would become of us?

We were left languishing again in the bottom of the wardrobe for several years until the next little girl had big enough stockinged feet. She didn’t love us the same but it was ok.

‘Better to have been loved and outgrown than never to have been loved at all’ as the old elf saying goes…at least we weren’t one of these.
Thriftcriminal ~ Rick ~ Whoopsadaisy ~ Maxi ~ Will Knott ~ Darren Byrne ~ Raptureponies ~ Chris P Pancake ~ Darragh Doyle ~ K8 the Gr8 ~ Lottie ~ Grandad ~ Someone living ~ Jo

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For all those boys and girls who have been both naughty and nice this year, there will be an exciting Christmas tale later this evening. Fifteen very special bloggers will take part in telling a story, much like the previous Another Saturday and the Blogosfear.

Seeing as this is all Maxi’s handiwork again, you probably shouldn’t mention it to the boys and girls younger than 18 πŸ˜€

Have a read of Maxi’s introduction here. Don’t forget to come back at 9pm, it’s gonna be an interesting read to say the least!

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Thank you Mr. Tea-leaf.

Thank you.

Thank you for walking through the Phoenix Park yesterday with your vigilant eyes and noticing that the back door of my car hadn’t locked properly with the central locking.

Thank you for alerting me to the fact by opening the door and climbing inside.

Thank you for shimmying over the seats into the front.

Thank you for adjusting my drivers seat to suit your long legs.

Thank you for reminding me that I shouldn’t leave the face of my car radio hidden in the driver car door by taking it for me.

Thank you for reminding me that the radio face does not work without the main body of the radio by taking that too.

Thank you for leaving the wires all tidy and neat and tied up so that I didn’t notice until I’d been sat in the car a couple of minutes.

Thank you for rifling through my glove box and chastising me about *still* having not stuck my toll tag to the windscreen by taking that too.

Thank you for reminding me that I’m not the only one who doesn’t know my way, you took my freebie Fast Fit map from the door pocket too.

Thank you for leaving the chamois sponge with which to wipe my windscreen on the way home, that was nice of you.

Thank you for reminding me gently that the GardaΓ­ in this country are so ineffective that I didn’t even dream of calling them until my travelling companion mentioned it to me.

Most of all thank you for reminding me that no matter what we do, wherever we go, there is always someone watching and waiting, waiting for someone to slip up so they can use it to their own advantage.

I hope your need was greater than mine ever will be.

Thank you Mr. Tea-leaf and happy Christmas to you too.

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Penguins are cool

How cute is this little guy? πŸ™‚ Maybe not as cute as Annie’s dog story but still…

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