How to tell your friends don’t love you…
December 17, 2008, 10:55 am
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…They insist on putting up the WORST photos you have EVER taken on FaceBook.


Le sigh.

And in non-Facebook / evil-friends related news – this morning my dad told me I’m as good a driver as my mum (she’s quite a good driver). It’s not true whatsoever, but still it made me chuffed. Chuffed I tells ya.

Because you left….
December 16, 2008, 11:57 am
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Ahhh these clips make me so excited and impatient at the same time! C’mon January already!

Here’s a new sneak peak from LOST Season 5 and also a Christmas message from the-powers-that-be AKA Darlton.

LOST turns me in to a big nerd – I love it.

That hurt.
December 15, 2008, 12:32 pm
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I had a fight with a paper bag yesterday. Unfortunately, it won.

As if Christmas queues aren’t pleasant enough, I managed to slice my finger open at counter number 6 in Boots. I was laden down with impersonal 3-for-2 gift sets and trying miserably to root out my purse while balancing my hefty shopping bags on one any available body space I had free. Finally, down in the bottomless pit of my handbag, I wrapped my weary fingers around my purse and pulled. As the purse came free , my finger made contact with the sharp edge of a stray shopping bag. I heard the slice before I felt it. Expecting a minor paper cut I looked down at my hand to see a stream of blood pooling down my finger and on to the shop floor. I felt my legs begin to wobble.

Errr, would you have any plasters there please – I besieged the sales assistant.

Panic-stricken sales assistant (in Boots remember, the place where they sell things of medicinal value, including funnily enough, plasters) – Crap, no, I only have tissues here! Really sorry!

– Well, if it’s not too much trouble, could you pass me those tissues and I’ll wipe up the blood on the floor if you wouldn’t mind running out on to the floor and grabbing me a box of plasters and I’ll pay for them of course.

– Ohhhhhhh. Ok.

Christmas shopping should come with a health warning.

December 12, 2008, 11:25 am
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I’ve been sleeping in later and later these days, ever since I started to drive into work. It’s a dangerous thing being able to leave the house at one’s own leisure. So far though, I’ve managed to make it in on time everyday by bashing round the house frantically, dressing whilst brushing my teeth and putting on make up whilst eating my toast.

Today I decided to get up a bit earlier and give myself a chance to do things at a normal human non-breakneck pace. My shower was warm and leisurely and I savoured the hot water for once. I put actual thought into my outfit for the day, checking carefully for stylish coordination. My new fancy make-up mirror with professional lighting got it’s first ever morning use as I gently applied blusher to my cheeks.

I left the house feeling easy, breezy, and beautiful.

And half an hour late for work.

let’s play dress up
December 11, 2008, 5:35 pm
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Ok, I know I’m not 12 anymore, but this did give me at least ten minutes of fun.

Srsly, who doesn’t want to dress Amy Winehouse . Oh happy days.

I should have been born blonde
December 11, 2008, 3:01 pm
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Then I would have had more fun and have an excuse for being so dizzy.
I kid of course; I could never be that dizzy.

All crappy jokes aside though – I do sometimes wonder if blondes really have more fun…

When I was four, my family moved to London. It was the eighties, and familiarly enough, there were no jobs in Ireland. Fortunately, I made friends quickly enough due to my quirky ‘Irishness’ that the other kids seemed to get a kick out of. Soon enough, I had a best pal called Elizabeth who had the most delightful Cockney accent you could imagine. Along with this, she had bright blue eyes, a button nose, an infectious smile and most importantly, two fat blonde pigtails. I adored her. She was good natured, a little shy, but with a cheeky giggle that always got me into trouble. I on the other hand, was pale, with dark brown eyes and a glossy but short black bob. Even at the ridiculously young age of four, I was jealous of Elizabeth’s colour and verve. So jealous that when I got a Barbie doll for my fifth birthday, I defiantly flushed her down the toilet in blonde rebellion. Even my doll that wet her knickers had yellow hair. If only they had Dora’s back then.

When my family moved back to Ireland, I joined a class with even more fair headed children. The popular (read: loudest) group were mostly of the blonde variety. None of them were particularly striking or extraordinarily pretty – no more than most of the other girls – but they had a confident air about them that all around were drawn to. You could hear their vivacious laughter from across the yard, long before you saw them coming. As we evolved in to secondary school students, the hair stayed the same while the laughter grew louder and sharper. I wasn’t envious as such, just curious of what made them so different from me – a quiet little thing who smoked in the toilets at lunch.

Now that I’m older, and moved on from hair colour obsessions (we hope), I still see in a lot of my blonde friends that spark of confidence that I’ve never had. That self knowing smile; the glint of mischief in their eyes.

Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I should blame my mother for cutting my hair short when I was little, when all the other girls had flowing curls and pretty red bows. Maybe I should blame the media.

Maybe I should stop being so dizzy.

must. resist.
December 11, 2008, 11:46 am
Filed under: books, gadgets, shopping

Why oh why are there so many pretty things out there that I know would be perfect as Christmas presents for other people, but I just want them for myself?!

Take this lili lite

It works as a bookshelf, a bookmark aaaaand a lamp. All at the same friggin’ time. Class-a-mundo.  

How it works:
A sensor turns off the light when an open book is placed on the shelf. When the book is picked up again,
the light automatically turns on. Lili Lite also has a switch to turn the light on and off manually.

P.S. The name Lili Light makes me giggle for unknown reasons. 

I like Big Macs
December 10, 2008, 11:25 am
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This cat likes broccoli:


Via Lolcatz o’course

It’s 11.10am…
December 10, 2008, 11:11 am
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…on a Wednesday morning,

and I want nothing more than a Big Mac.

Damn you advertising, damn you.

Happy Days
December 9, 2008, 3:05 pm
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Everyone around me is in a great mood today. It makes a happy change from the weekend, when everyone was in a fouler, myself included.

As usual I had great intentions with my weekend, planning visits to town to finish the dreaded Christmas shopping and go for a much needed pint or six. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, my lazy side won out and instead I pottered around the house, munching on Doritos and hummous. Eventually, I left the couch at roughly 9pm and made my way in to Messers Maguire where much to my liver’s delight, they sell Red Bull Cola which I happily mixed with vodka.

Of course this meant Sunday’s adventures started much later than planned. Through gritted teeth, my wonderful and patient mother dragged me down to Dundrum Town Centre and I managed to buy a whole two presents. A small start, but a start all the same.

Being hungover in DTC is a surreal experience. I’m going to make an obscure TV reference here, but I would compare it to when Buffy has a chip secreted on her by three super-nerds and it speeds up the world around her as she remains at her normal pace. Neato. I felt much the same as the Buffster did; only slower. My feet felt a tonne weight as I forged through the crowds who bumped and bashed my fragile limbs with their burdensome shopping bags. I have the bruises to prove it. Unless they’re from when I hit my head getting out of the taxi the night before…. yep, that’s more likely.

Two presents down, four hundred to go. Next weekend, next weekend.