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Last weekend I was very privaleged to attend the Irish Blog Awards in Galway. When I was invited along by himself, but didnt really know what to expect. As someone at the awards put it, I was off to meet ‘the people from the internet’. I’d heard alot of the names from himself, but had no idea what I was letting myself in for….
When himself said he had signed us up for a 1-day gardening course I was intrigued. We had just moved house and I was still a little homesick for my old garden, ‘the garden of possibilities’. I call it that because if I had had the money, the time and the inspiration (not to mind the landlord’s permission) I would have loved to show that garden what it could become. But alas, all I could give it was a regular cut of the grass, a spray to the weeds, a few herbs in one corner, and a few spring bulbs in another.
It was one of those morning afters that you know are coming, but you just dont want to ackowledge in advance, because you know if you do, then it might not be such a good night in the first place. I had a great St Patricks Day this year. Great view for the parade, great people around me, and great atmosphere. And I managed to have such a fantastic day with only one alcoholic beverage passing my lips. Not so for alot of people in Dublin. Its not the drink passing their lips that was the problem, its was the time it passed by those self same lips on the way back up that irks me…
Yesterday, for the second time in as many years, a close male colleague of mine confined in me that his wife was pregnant. Last time the guy’s wife had only just confirmed she was pregnant the day before. This time, a different guy and his wife had just had their first scan at 9 weeks. Dear God lads, do ye not realise that you’re not really supposed to tell anyone until after 12 weeks! But somehow it’s okay to tell me?
As Mr Willy Mason would say: “Gotta keep moving, gotta keep moving, gotta keep moving with a troubled mind I’m following”.
Its been a while since the last blog post. The reason being that there have been big changes at The Rub HQ. Namely HQ have been moved. After sharing a house in the burbs of south Co. Dublin for the last 3 and a 1/2 years, I have made the big move to Town, with a capital T…. (more…)
Well, it’s that time of year again, Christmas has rolled on by. The big day is over and done with, bellies are full and toes are up by the fire. My thoughts drift to the year that has flown past me in the blink of an eye… (more…)
# Long nights out with work and western friends, Christmas cheer and snow fall abound. Missing spaces and open voids left to linger. With every dawn brea, brings new light of day.
#Winter nights when hail bears down. Long drives home and many miles flown. Warmer days seem so far away. Yet open arms draw you near as you touch down.
#Wishing, wanting for what tomorrwow has to bring. Bells calling s the morning draws near. Warmer fellings have me yearning for what the future holds. Eyes are closing so our dreams can bring us close.
It’s that time of year again: Christmas cards and presents need to be posted. And the annual reminder of how expensive it is to post stuff. Cards arent so bad, 88c to most of the world, but packages are a different story. I had a large parcel of presents to send to my sister in Singapore, so I snuck out of work to try and get it in the post before the posting deadline on Friday. It cost a wopping €34 to post a package the size of a shoe box, weighing just over 2kg. About 30g over. And it was only standard post! That added a good 30% to the cost of the presents. Recession my ass…. (more…)
I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, that I have high expectations. Whether these apply to family, friends, collegues, service providers, whatever, I seem to expect a lot. I even apply these high expectations to myself. I’m a chronic perfectionist. And when I/others fail to deliver, I am left frustrated, stressed and disappointed… (more…)
