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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

My Wish come true ...

I can't believe March flashed past my eyes. It was a pretty eventful month, what with my dear friend Marsali coming over from London, St. Paddy's day braai, Emily and D both being sick and then all the birthdays. Oh yes and I became a great aunt again, my youngest niece had a baby boy on the 27th of March.

So my wish, well with the recession and buying a house, the pot of gold has dwindled so I told D not to buy me anything for my birthday this year, and if he did buy me presents to make them practical, so of course for Mothers day I got lots of vouchers from revive which I have decided to save and only go when I really have to, I am trying to hold out to as close as possible to the July holidays as we can, so we will see.
Anyway my wish for my birthday was Good weather and lots of sunshine and so far my birthday wishes are coming true. The weather this week has been absolutely fantabulous, and it is expected to last the rest of the week, with most of the sunshine tomorrow, Thursday and Friday. Friday I am finishing work at 11:30 as the school breaks up at 12:00 and Em and I are going to have a fun day together.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Honestly - What people think of me! :-)

I received this email from Ina, and I thought it was great, a little bit of fun - the email read:

"If you saw ME in a police car what would you think I got arrested for?
Reply to me, alone , then fwd this on and see how many crimes you get accused of."


Well I thought that it would be a good post for the blog, some of them are really funny - thanks everyone who sent it back, I will keep the post updated with anymore answers I receive.

"Witness Protection"

Malcolm

"Sexual Harassment"

Wayne

"Ladies of Sandton"

Lisa N

"Being Drunk & Disorderly"

Michael O

"Assaulting Derrick because he drove you nuts"

Stu

"I would think you were having an illicit affair with a good looking gardai!" (Gardai is a policeman or woman for the non-irish)

Nat

"For laughing too much"

Hilary

"Streaking at a Rugby Match"

Dave (Thanks Dave)

"Drug smuggling for that is why all South Africans end up in Irish Jails"

Derrick Joyce

"that you'd locked your car keys in your car and they were taking you home to get spares???"

Mandy


Willful damage to property when someone scratches/bumps your car and you ram a shopping trolley into theirs.
And maybe trespassing because Rose wants to go where Rose wants to go.
And when something happens to Emily, assault.


Marita

I await in antici.........pation the next accusation ...

And here they are ...

"Forgetting to pay for your groceries at M&S"

Tracy

"Chatting on the phone"

Maria

1.An accomplice to smuggling weed (the transkei stuff) into Ireland and trying to sell it at the Guiness festival or in the local PUB!!

2. Finding out that you were the responsible for pulling the plug on the Oceanos and have been charged with attempted murder...who whould ever have thought Rose would do it!!!!


Dale

I think it would have to be something like in Fried Green Tomatoes.

The scene where the younger people rob the parking spot and she points out, she is older and has more insurance and proceeds to smash their car :-)


Lisa Mc

Friday, March 27, 2009

TINA TURNER - 02 Dublin 26/03/2009


The Best Female Artist I have EVER seen in Concert WOW, she is the most amazing almost 70 year old I have ever seen in my life!
The concert was absoulutely awesome, Tina sang her old hits and opened with "River Deep, Mountain High" by the end of the concert which was 2 and a half hours long, there was not one person left seated. The costumes the audience interaction and the venue were just amazing - the cost of the tickets were minimal to what she delivered. Another WOW her voice and body were absolutely amazing just like she has always been.Every song was sung with so much passion, Proud Mary, River Deep Mountain High, Golden Eye, We don't need another hero, I can't stand the Rain, just to mention a few that she sang! BRILLIANT!!!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's day all the mom's and grannies and mom's-2-b out there. Well firstly let me tell you about my week, which was a very short one, went back to work on Wednesday after St. Patrick's day and was very busy Wednesday & Thursday, Wednesday also had college which was very heavy going as we dealt with Income Levy, PRSI & Disability all in one night, got there at 6:45 and only got home at 10:00 PM.

Thursday night I had dinner with my Irish friends, Trish, Bob & Damo at Tribeca in Ranelagh, must say the company was far better than the food, so won't be rushing back there. Then went to bed at about 11 ish only to be woken at midnight by a vomiting child. D & I were up most of the night with a child who's temperature would not come down, so between vomiting we were sponging her down with luke warm baths.

9:00 am I make and appointment to take her to the doctor, but by 10:30 she is burning up again and vomiting still, so I call the doctor out to the house. Another sponge bath, doctor comes, poor darling has a mild bout of tonsillitis and stomach bug, off to the chemist to get medicine and child is as right as rain.

Come Saturday morning, give medicine, half an hour later child brings up all over me, mom in shower, Emily suppository and more medicine and within an hour a new child once again! So mom off to shops to buy grocery's because Bob & Yvonne are coming round for lunch on Sunday, mom promises to phone child from store, which I duly did and heard dad in background saying, "don't tell mom we are going out", he just can't keep a secret from me.

Up at 8:30 this morning, to the most beautiful flowers and lots of vouchers from "Revive", this is my beauty salon and hairdresser, so guess I am going to have to pamper myself before my birthday.

All in all it was a wonderful day, bar a few near disasters which we managed to overcome!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Biltong, Boerewors & Pap @ St. Paddy's Day Braai

Living in Ireland you can never predict the weather, but it was decided a few weeks ago that we were having a St. Patrick's day braai - it was organised with the utmost precision almost down to how big the salad should be. Well we could not have wished for better weather, the day was absolutely awesome!

Happy St. Patricks day

If I did not live in Ireland myself and know the Irish I would not believe this, but it is so true.

1) You will never play professional basketball.
2) You swear very well.
3) At least one of your cousins is a fireman, cop, bar owner, funeral home owner or holds political office. And you have at least one aunt who is a nun or uncle who's a priest.
4) You think you sing very well.
5) You have no idea how to make a long story short!
6) Much of your childhood meals were boiled. Instant potatoes were a mortal sin.
7) You have never hit your head on a ceiling.
8) You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling in prayer (catholic guilt forever!).
9) You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
10) You are, therefore, poetic a lot.
11) You will be punched for no good reason....
12) Some punches directed at you are from legacies of past generations.
13) Many of your sisters and/or cousins are named Mary, Catherine or Eileen.
14) Someone in your family is very generous. It is more than likely you.
15) You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing.
16) You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking before you start talking.
17) You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency.
18) There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
19) You are, or know someone, named Murph. If you don't know Murph then you know Mac. If you don't know Murph or Mac then you know Sully.
20) You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret.
21) You have Irish Alzheimer's...you forget everything, but the grudges!
22) "Irish Stew" is a euphemism for "boiled leftovers."
23) Your skin's ability to tan -- not so much.
24) At this very moment, you have at least two relatives who are not speaking to each other (not fighting, mind you, just not speaking to each other).
25) Childhood remedies for the common cold often included whiskey.
26) There's no leaving a family party without saying goodbye for at least 45 minutes.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Australian Letter of the year

This is an actual letter sent to the then DFAT Minster, The Hon Alexander Downer and the then Immigration, The Hon Minister Amanda Vanstone.

The Government tried in desperation to censure the author, but got nowhere because every legal person who read it nearly wet themselves laughing!

A fabulous characteristic of Australians is that we are far more direct and outspoken than others when dealing with the sort of elected wanker who wouldn't otherwise get the full drift of what they were trying to communicate.

Dear Mr. Minister,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows that I bought a Television Set and Golf Clubs from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date. For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand?

My birth date you have in my Medicare information, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 40 years. It is on my driver's licence, on the last eight passports I've ever had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that I've filled out every 5 years since 1966. Also..would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Audrey, my Father's name is Jack, and I'd be absolutely fucking astounded if that ever changed between now and when I drop dead!!!... SHIT!

I apologize, Mr. Minister. But I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you an' me, I've had enough of all this bullshit! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my fucking address!! What the hell is going on with your mob? Have you got a gang of mindless Neanderthal arseholes workin' there!

And another thing, look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I can't even grow a beard for God's sakes. I just want to go to New Zealand and see my new granddaughter. (Yes, my son interbred with a Kiwi girl). And would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days?

If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a sheep or a horse, believe you me, I'd sure as hell not want to tell anyone! Well, I have to go now, 'cause I have to go to the other end of the city, and get another fucking copy of my birth certificate, and to part with another $80 for the privilege of accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!

Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the issuance of a new passport on the same day?? Nooooo... that'd be too fucking easy and makes far too much sense. You would much prefer to have us running all over the place like chickens with our fucking heads cut off, and then having to find some high society wanker to confirm that it's really me in the goddamn photo! You know the photo..the one where we're not allowed to smile?! ...you fucking morons

Signed - An Irate Australian Citizen.

P.S Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in high-society to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since before 1850! In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor. (You do remember the Eureka Stockade!!) I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army something over 30 years (I went to Vietnam in 1967), and still have high security clearances. I'm also a personal friend of the president of the RSL.. and Lt General Peter Cosgrove sends me a Christmas card each year.

However, your rules require that I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am; You know.. someone like my doctor; WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN FUCKING PAKISTAN!!!......a country where they either assassinate or hang their ex-Prime Ministers, and are suspended from the Commonwealth for not having the 'right sort of government.'

You are all Fucking idiots !

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Memories

I some how got to thinking about my youth my teenage years, probably something to do with a post Natalie done. The one memory I have was how work was cool, I started working when I was 17 at Barclay's Bank, and most of the girls in my office were round the same age - the Afrikaans girls were all engaged to be married at that age, but we used to live for the week-ends, just to go on a rave -practically every week-end I would be out with friends at the "Disco" and Jo'burg, Randburg and Sandton had some of the best disco's I can remember.

It was the early 80's and all the big dance musicals, like Xanadu, Grease, Saturday night fever, Fame were all the rage. There was a club in Jo'burg called Xanadu and it had the dance floor with the lights like in Saturday night fever, it was sooooo cool. There were really trendy clubs like Sacha's in Hyde Park shopping centre and then there were the scaly joints like Just for kicks.

The best dance music came out in the early 80's, Abba, Softcell and one of my all time favourites was the Boys Town Gang with "you just too good to be true".