Jul
28
2010
This post is for The Gallery, Week 21 over at Sticky Fingers. ********************* When I hit 13 my Mum and Dad moved us to Northern Ireland. I had no friends. Catholic kids hated me because I was english. Protestant kids hated because I was catholic. I felt totally isolated. I hated Ireland and to make [...]
Jul
23
2010
I learned a valuable lesson this week in how to constructively spend my time with Keira after she shared a secret with Daddy during her bedtime story. I learned that children keep nothing sacred. Here is parenting according to the Hot Geek: To teach Keira her numbers (eg: her times tables) To teach Keira to write [...]
Jul
21
2010
This was the first thing that greeted me in my twitter time line this morning: Now, if you’ve read the ‘About Me’ section you’ll know that I used to want to be a journalist which makes me incredibly nosey by nature. So I did what any self respecting nosey bitch would do… I clicked the [...]
Jul
12
2010
Dear God I am a catholic. But you already know that. People don’t believe me when I tell them about my religion. They think I’m making it up. My religion doesn’t define me but I do go to mass and I do pray. Sure, I might not pray every day (if my Nanny Bridget is [...]
Jul
09
2010
People are always telling me that Keira is just like me. That she looks like me, acts like me, talks like me and I have the same response everytime: really??? I just don’t see it. And the I videoed this: like mother like daughter I require slapping the next time I claim there is no [...]
Jul
08
2010
I have made no secret of the fact that I love jewellery. And proof of said addiction can be read here. The Hot Geek has been telling me for ages that I needed a hobby or something to do other than be a pain in his arse when he’s trying to play xBox or work. [...]
Jul
04
2010
So…… tiddlyompompom tagged me in a meme and well, it’d be rude not to get involved… Here goes…. *********************** 1. Are you a meticulous planner? Yes. I border obsessive. People (like the hot geek) who can just fly by the seam of their pants drive me insane. I write endless lists: on paper, on my [...]