This blog has been on my mind recently, I have somewhat abandoned it. April 2 this year was my last post and even that was an oasis in a non-posting desert. Hopefully I will get back to posting some stuff over the next while if I can find the time. Big IF – here’s hoping (and planning).


Blond Moment #4

Wow. I haven’t had a ‘blond moment’ in quite a while…and my hair was dyed brown in the interim. Den den dennnnn! :O Back to having my blond highlights now and silly moments.

I arranged to meet a friend on Wednesday for lunch. She has recently had a baby and I hadn’t seen either her or him since he was 2 weeks old so I was looking forward to it. I knew about it since last week. Had it in my calendar. I walked to meet her at 2.45pm as arranged and we decided to go to a nearby sandwich bar for lunch and off we went. She is still new to the mammy stuff and I could see she was a little bit anxious about how she would get her lunch and have the pram and where we’d sit so I picked a table with plenty of room for the pram, told her to sit down and I’d go get both of our lunches. She told me what she wanted, gave me some money for hers and off I went. I was in the queue about 2 minutes when I got that horrible sinking feeling. Checked my bag. Yep, my wallet with all my money and bank cards was…still on the kitchen table. FECK!!! Had to go back to my friend and explain to her and she had to give me money for my lunch. MORTO! I promised her that next time lunch is on me. Taking your wallet out of your bag for anything more than a few seconds is always, always a bad idea.

Poor oul’ Valentinus


In the midst of all the build up, the cards, the red paper hearts and pink and red balloons appearing in shop windows country-wide, I got to thinking about the fact that The Granny had brought me to visit St. Valentine once, many years ago. I thought given the week that’s in it, it was time to go back and say hello.

The remains of St. Valentine are housed in the church of Our Lady of Mount Carmel on Whitefriar Street in Dublin. They have been there since the 19th century but were only rediscovered in the 1950s during a renovation of the church. His remains, as well as a small vessel tinged with his blood, are beneath a small altar and a statue of him in a large alcove along the right hand side of the church. While I was there a few ladies and gents were cleaning and decorating the church. I was reminded of the lady in The Commitments scraping away at the candle wax in the foyer of the same church saying ‘If you wouldn’t do it for God, sure who would you do it for?’ Lol.

As I was standing admiring the altar and reading the visitors book for St. Valentine, one of the ladies came over with a bunch of beautiful red roses for it. I’m not sure if that’s the usual flower of choice or just this week. The visitors book is a funny thing…some people have put in prayers for help and guidance in their love lives.

“Please send my one true love St. Valentine, I’m ready now”.

A lady had put in a note to St. Valentine asking him to send her daughter someone cos “she’d love a boyfriend”. I guess Cupid and St. Valentine got mixed up somewhere along the way.


I was somewhat shocked to read the details beside the altar. In case you cannot read the text on the photo, it says:

St. Valentine was a holy priest
who lived in Rome
in the third century.
Having assisted the martyrs
in the persecution under
the Emperor Claudius II
he was taken prisoner in A.D. 268.
The Prefect of Rome tried
to induce Saint Valentine
to renounce his faith
but both his threats and
promises were in vain.
He then ordered that the saint
be beaten with clubs
and afterwards beheaded.
The sentence was carried out on

February 14th 290 A.D.

I’m not sure how the anniversary of the clubbing and beheading of a martyr became a cause for celebration but no doubt Mr. Hallmark and his cohorts have had a little something to do with the whole thing.

The remains of St. Valentine were gifted to an Irish preacher called Father John Spratt in 1835 in recognition of his wonderful preaching skills and they were received into the Church of Our Lady of Mount Carmel by Archbishop Murray on November 10, 1836*.

So when you are waking up to roses and chocolates and glasses of champagne and all sorts of random OTT-ness on Sunday morning, try to spare a thought for the humble origins of the day and poor oul’ Valentinus and his severed head 🙂

*You can read the full text of the story of how St. Valentine’s remains came to be in Dublin, below 🙂

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I came across this yesterday via the January newsletter of the lovely Marian Keyes. Marian suffers from bouts of depression and is suffering at the moment. Instead of writing her usual newsletter, Marian wrote a short piece to let everyone know that she wishes them a happy new year and that she is laid low with depression at the moment. She finished off with some quotes about depression which help her and to encourage and support others who find themselves in the same position. This one grabbed me and is by far my favourite:


by Portia Nelson

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

What’s your secret?

This is the question that PostSecret asked some different people for this video…I love the variation of hilarious, sad, moving and outrageous answers!

Telly addict

Recently I have found myself watching more and more television. Some of them are great shows and some are just guilty pleasures. I’m sharing them here in the hopes that I’m not alone and to see who else likes the same…and what I am missing out on 😉

3078_the-apprenticefa3The Apprentice – a Monday evening must especially with the Live Blog on Culch.ie when possible, I love this show. Breff-ny, Breff-ny, Breff-ny. He started out as a gombeen but seems to have won some people over this week, myself included…:D

Location, Location, Location – I don’t know why I love this programme so much, it is probably an inherent nosiness of getting to see into so many lovely different houses, apartments, flats, conversions, cottages. Kirsty and Phil are both lovely of course too but I think it really is the amount of potential and inspiration for when I have the financial capability to move myself. Til then I can do it vicariously through the buyers on LLL.

jill-300x200Four Weddings – definitely in the ‘guilty pleasures’ box! In case you haven’t seen it, Four Weddings follows the same format as Come Dine With Me and is made by the same people. Four brides come together and attend each others weddings, scoring the food, venue, overall presentation, dress, etc. The winner and new husband receive a honeymoon of a lifetime, usually to somewhere in the Caribbean. As the viewer you get to look in on four different weddings, listen to what they all have to say about each other (yes, there can be a lot of bitching!) and just to marvel at the different things people think are ‘inspired’ for their wedding. Like the couple who took off from their reception in a sports car. To the local nightclub for more dancing!

House – well, I’m still ploughing my way through season five, I had given up on House a bit. But I have a new found love for him. Having seen the ads on tv for season six, I can’t wait to get through them all. His caustic, intelligent wit never cease to amaze and delight.

JRMThe Tudors – well ok, I only started to watch it after I was an extra on the show earlier in the summer so I am still firmly in Series One. It is looking very promising though and absolutely something I can see myself settling down to on a long winter evening for some candlelight, feasts, dances and lots of naked flesh-mostly Jonathan Rhys Meyers if we’re honest 😉

Grey’s Anatomy – one of my absolute favourites at the moment is Grey’s Anatomy. I didn’t watched it from the very beginning but it was part way through series one. I love this programme. I went off it a bit when Izzy ‘killed’ her husband trying to get him a new heart and all that but got back into it in a big way afterwards and I have been a firm fan since. Season Six has been great so far and I tentatively wait to see every new episode with bated breath and tissues at the ready!

Anything I have missed? Anything there you think is absolute tripe?

Genetic Magnetic

You know how you can be instantly attracted to someone, to their smile, their eyes, their face, the whole package, before you ever talk to them? Sometimes after you’ve talked to them your whole view of them is altered and the attraction diminishes.

Sometimes you only become aware of an attraction after you’ve spoken to someone, something in the way they talk or hold themselves or express themselves to you.

Recently I was awake at an ungodly hour and I started to think about a guy I used to work with. He’s the only person I have ever had an almost gravitational pull towards. Not even attraction, something different, like we were drawn to be in each others company. He’d often visit me in my office for chats and giggles and we got on pretty well.

I hadn’t thought about him like that in ages. For quite a while after he left our company (very suddenly and under a large black cloud, I might add) he was the subject of hushed talks, whispers and then laughs, jokes and giggles. So I forgot about the other nice stuff, the lovely warmth of having someone drawn to be in your company. The funny thing is, I can’t even remember his last name but I still remember that feeling. I wonder what he’s up to now.

And if he’s still going out with that girl who refused to move in with him until he’d bought her a rock of a particular value for a particular finger…sigh.