Cough,Cough bloody cough

I am writing this blog in a semi comatose state which is called lack of sleep forgive me for my many, many typos that will undoubtedly appear in this post something to do with the inside of my brain now resembling a fine bubbling saucepan full of extra thick pea soup, and what has caused this green mush?

A cough, not just an ordinary cough you understand but one of those real bastard cough's that will do there absolute best to piss you off.

Day 1 start with a runny nose and a tickle that is starting to annoy - not too bad I can cope with this.

Day 2  a right hacking cough, green phlegm and all - so ok not looking too good but hey it will gone in a day or so- or will it?

Day 3,4 and 5 more of the same

Day 6 go to the Doctors, ahh you have a chest infection my dear here have these lovely antibiotics that will sort your cough out but rip your stomach to shreds and probably give you thrush ( ok maybe too much information eh)

forget what bloody day we are on now, but to cut it short took the antibiotics and finished them and .......

Still coughing 

Day 10 go back to doctors as feeling like shit and have not had a decent nights sleep for well over a week, to be told Oh my dear you haven't got a chest infection you will just have to wait for it to go.

argggh so why am I still coughing?

Day11 and Night coughing, coughing coughing and no sleeping 

Day 12 and Night surviving on about three hours sleep is now really starting to have a dire effect on me I am walking round like a zombie, I have ribs that feel like I have just done a round with Mohammed Ali and I routinely forget what I am doing and sa.....

Cough, cough bloody cough 

Skiing weekend!

Not going skiing but watching skiers ski in FIC cup at Kranjska Gora this weekend.I love watching sports live its a brilliant feeling, great atmosphere!
so this weekend for two days I'll be in bliss, watching the giant slalom and slalom races.Also besides watching them ski I am hoping to get an autograph or two and maybe a photo.Already have tickets for both races and my friend and I have a room booked in Kranjska Gora so we can fully enjoy those two days.Been to Kranjska Gora skiing cup the last two years and hoping its better then last year since we didn't see much of the skiers and didn't have much fun, so keep you fingers crossed.
Will do a photo post when I get back so sometime next week.My favourite skier and the reason I started watching skiing is Benjamin Raich, he is an Austrian skier and brilliant at what he does, sadly this year its not his best season still hoping he wins in Kranjska Gora!Also hoping to see Julien Lizeroux, Marc Berthod and many others of course.Sad about the fact that Daniel Albrecth, who had an accident in January, won't be there but hoping he recovers soon!
So this is it, until next week when I will hopefully post some great photos of the skiers!

Asparagus in my widdle!

As I tucked into my dinner the other night, a semi-boring yet quite satisfying and healthy meal of vegetable stir-fry with tofu (the missus is a vegetarian so I have been known to eat this cardboard-tasting-though-I-pretend-to-actually-enjoy-it-food), I found myself staring down the tip of a thin asparagus spear. Upon further inspection I noticed my bowl was full of chopped thin asparagus. I couldn’t help it…my brain instinctively and rather quickly thought, ‘Does thinner asparagus make your piddle smell as much as the thicker asparagus?” Poignant, no? More importantly, how did I not loose a digit chopping the stuff?

Considering I have ADD I did manage to find the following info before getting preoccupied with the next query:

• There's a theory that there's a link between smelly urine and the supposed aphrodisiac properties in asparagus.
  Now that doesn't bear thinking about.
• It has long been known for a peculiar side effect; as French scientist and physician Louis Lémery wrote in his 1702 Traité des alimens: "Sparagrass eaten to Excess sharpen the Humours and heat a little; ...They cause a filthy and disagreeable Smell in the Urine, as every Body knows.

Well, as every Body knows, it takes no "Excess" of eating to provoke the smell. Or do they? Turns out not everyone is born with the gene that detects the odors.

Thankfully it's definitely not just me wondering such things as I do, but since this isn't mentioned much, is it one of those Taboo subjects we just don't talk about, like whether the carpet matches the drapes or whether you're not really hung like a donkey and more like a light switch?
To answer my own question drawn by my own conclusion from my ADD research, YES it seems no matter what color or size of asparagus I choose to eat, it is in my DNA that my urine will stink indeed. It is said that in a venerable British men’s club there is a sign reading “DURING THE ASPARAGUS SEASON MEMBERS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO RELIEVE THEMSELVES IN THE HATSTAND.”

Cheap Ass Waste Of Time Television

"What's on the box love?" says I to she,
"The usual" is the response I receive,
There's shite on One about some lad in a field,
Who's invented a new way to plant some seed,
There's people on holidays on RTE Two,
"Who can afford to go now?" says you,
They send these celebs (if you can call them that),
To Oz and to Spain, why not Iraq?
With my license money they're taking the piss,
Sending Lucy Kennedy to swim with big fish.

"Oh right", said I, "what about Three",
(I'm clutching at straws here can't you see?),
"Well Lorraine and the girls are on Exposé",
"They all think they're twenty" I hear you say.
But they're wise and sage about the economy,
Spend spend spend to avoid the monotony,
Of people talking about the recession,
Lecturing us with their blank expressions.

"TURN THAT SHITE OFF", I shout, "RIGHT AWAY"
"I've enough listening to shit talk for one day,
All I want is some good TV,
Like back in the old days on RTE,
Mike Murphy come back we need a shot,
Of your comedy genius that most have forgot,
Or what about Biddy and Miley and Dinny,
We thought that was shite til we saw Fair City.

Now that I step back and think,
I have the solution and it's not Twink,
Those of you with Sky may scoff,
But fuck you TV I'm turning you off.

The Irish Blog Awards 2009

So another year has past and what an amazing night was had in Cork, this time last year this very blog was attempting to win best group blog, but alas since we died we did not make the cut this year.

The turnout was incredible, the organisation was palpable, and the heads were fucked the next day.

Even better was the fact that I was not alone down in Cork spreading the 4nine£'s gospel, Dagnamit made it down aswell and even though I wanted to talk to him more our paths did not cross as much as I wished.

I was very busy last week as many folk on twitter can vouch for, this was because I was busy doing up some videos to be shown on the night. Last year myself and a very prominent blogger worked hard to create these, me on editing duties and him writing up the script.



Well we knew this year we could never match good ole george so we stuck to doing up the intro, intermission and outro. I also had to plead with someone to get all the screengrabs of the finalists and create a nice looking montage of them as they were announced.

But we really did enjoy doing up the intermission which by all accounts came at a perfect time with the oscars happening the following day, and I am delighted to post it up here.



So another year done, now, we as a little family need to get the posts flowing and who knows maybe next year 4nine£'s can have a little road trip to the Irish Blog Awards 2010.

Stapler

I had a trusty Stapler for the last 3 years it never left me down always there to staple sadly a few weeks ago it died and only when she was gone that i noticed how much i missed her-So off to the Siopa i trekked and gave O'Mahonys a fiver for a smaller one and loaded it up with staples and i was ready again-But to my horror my New Stapler had been ROBBED from my Desk i could not believe it that one of my fellow students could perpetuate such a crime -i went around to my comrade suspects so check their desks but to no avail- so i have had to purchase another one and i am guarding it.....

Bubbles

Thought I would tell you some of my secrets, a little bit more about me. But only one at a time.

Secret number 1 is that to cheer myself up I love to blow bubbles. The type that are meant for children. I’m not totally sure what it is about them, but the act of blowing and creating these bubbles and to then see them gently fall in the air, and finally pop gives me a happy feeling.

Used to buy them at Woolworths, so think I need to find new supplier!

xxx

End of the line

After working the most of my life I now find myself jobless .

You know it's not so much the job but the way we found out that they wanted one person to go. I work in a small town where everyone know's everyone else's business , so we found out from other people in the shopping centre , when we approched our manager we were told that yes they wanted one volantary redundacy so I volanteered as I was last in and also the oldest . Have to say I will miss the customer's but I will not miss the lack of commucation between company and staff , sometimes we felt incompetent because we wer'nt told thing's . Sorry for the rant but I feel disappointed with the way thing's worked out . So in other word's I can't see myself ever working again as I can't abide all this drama.

Thank you blogger for eating my post

Appears last night Blogger ate my post. Thank goodness as it wasn't really fit to print and thankfully Blogger knew this even though I didn't.

Ah ha! found my crappy post hiding in my history, saved it to bore you with at some future date, you lucky bunch of readers ;o)

Feb.14th

Notice it doesn't say valentines day. Feb. 14th was the 2 year anniversary of my grandmother inlaws death. Now it was a good thing. stage 7 alzheimers is a torture no family should have to endure, no one gets away unscared. The day is so clear which is odd as she died early in the morn and we had no sleep all that day. We did "normal " things. We all left the house all at the same time, something that had not been done for over a decade. Infact we had to find a house key because with somone allways home ,we never needed to lock the door from the outside. We went to costco and ran other normal errands. At somepoint we realized we hadnt had any food since dinner the night before, but all the resturants had lines? Oh yes we remembered ,it was valentines day! So a bucket of chicken was purchased and we ate in the parking lot, classy romantic fools, thats us ;o)

We went home, my dog was hysterical ,she had never been home alone before. I ran in the house straight to grandmas room to check on her and do her blood tests...but of course she wasn't there. It would take me over a year not to do that, and to not wake up in the night and first thing in the morning to check on her. She drove me insane, we didn't even like each other but here we were each others jailer and each others prisoner. She depended on me, and eventually only knew me. Well not knew who I was by name or relation, but that I was her safety zone, eventually even that slipped away.

So another feb . 14th has passed. Adult diapers have been traded for baby diapers, the heartbreak of watching someone regress and disappear is replaced by watching a baby grow and learn. Days of dread and tears are replaced with laughter and hope. Life has changed in two years from caregiver to a grandma to becoming a grandma and celebrating my grandsons first birthday, its a different world and I love it.

A night out in Limerick

I was enjoying a pint with an old friend in Blackrock recently when the conversation turned to Limerick. I invited my friend down for a weekend, which I have been doing for about 9 years - which he'd been promising to do yet actively not.

Not realising just how strong the anti-Limerick media campaign has been over the past decade+, I pushed the point about him actually having to come down. He turned to me, in all seriousness, and asked me just how dangerous was Limerick, and would we be able to go out and were there places to eat out in and then maybe walk to a pub. I was waiting for the smile at the end of the joke but it became clear that thiswas no joke and no smile was coming.

So for people who haven't yet been out in Limerick, here are some views of the Fab City from last Saturday. Apologies for the bad quality, I'm not a photographer and shouldn't be let near one. But someonewasn't watching when...

Parenting

A little girl walks into the lounge one Sunday morning while her Dad is reading the paper.
"Where does Poo come from?" she asks.

The father feeling a little perturbed that his 5 year old daughter is already asking difficult questions thinks for a moment and says:"Well you know we just ate breakfast?"

"Yes," answers the girl.

"Well the food goes into our tummies and our bodies take out all the good stuff, and then whatever is left over comes out of our bums when we go to the toilet, and that is poo.

"The little girl looks shocked, and stares, at him with watery eyes in stunned silence for a few seconds and asks:









"And Tigger?"

Ok so its probably an oldie but its been a while since a joke made me laugh out loud. Thanks to MrPurple for this.

RAIN RAIN GO AWAY.....

So I've been living here Stateside for almost nine years now. I ended up coming here for a couple of reasons. Firstly, when I was living back at home I was voted 'The Massey Ferguson male model of the year, under 10', a highly acclaimed accolade and one I knew would come in handy in my later years. Moving on 20 years and still feeling I 'had it' so to speak I headed to the States, the land of hopes and dreams. I ended up here in LA and haven't looked back since. I have to say life is preeeety sweet. Ups and downs, you know. The upside is I still have my trophy, the downside, I haven't actually done any modeling since I was 10. Ah well, fuck it.
The second reason I left the homeland is the unbelievable amount of rain we get and by 'we' I mean you because I was smart and got the fuck out. I mean seriously how can anyone except Donald Duck and Fungi, the Dingle Dolphin, be expected to cope with rain, rain and more effen rain? So here I am in sunny, sunny LA, the land of no seasons. I love it.
There I was last weekend about to get up and do my daily ritual of giving the ol' trophy a rub, the one by the bed that is (dirty bastards!) You never know, I might be rediscovered. Up I get and head over to take a look at the beautiful day bestowed upon me.


Are you fuckin' joking me? I didn't move here for this. The best, of course, is when people here say to me 'I love the rain, I wish it would rain more often'. Get the f.. outta here. Move to Ireland, you donkeys. I love the sun and that's what LA is supposed to be, SUNNY.
I'm not expecting any sympathy but we've had 3 days of this. I mean it rained for 6 days last year!
What's a man supposed to do? My flip flops got soaked. I think that's it for this year.

ICE - In Case Of Emergency

Ive seen this before and thought it was a brilliant idea, and something we can all use. Ive come across it again on Facebook, and here is the info:

ICE (In Case of Emergency) IdeaThe “ICE” idea, is catching on and it is a
very simple, yet important method of contact for you or a loved one in case of
an emergency. As cell phones are carried by the majority of the Population, all
you need to do is program the number of a contact person or persons and store
the name as “ICE”.

The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when they went to
the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they
didn’t know which numbers to call. He therefore thought that it would be a good
idea if there was a nationally recognized name to file “next of kin”
under.

Following a disaster in London the East Anglican Ambulance Service has
launched a national “In case of Emergency (ICE)” campaign. The idea is that you
store the word “ICE” in your mobile phone address book and with it enter the
number of the person you would want to be contacted “In Case of Emergency “. In
an emergency situation, Emergency Services personnel and hospital staff would
then be able to quickly contact your next of kin, by simply dialing the number
programmed under “ICE”.

Please forward this.

Class bit of spam

This just arrived in my work email account. I have to say sounds like a cheap deal to me, lmao.



Click image to see the full size!

I could call the niteclub "ÆopÎÉÎeÐoyÎÄc" go on you know you wanna know what I typed!!!!

Aggression

An angry greenfinch I snapped.

Suits my slightly irritated humour today.

Annoyances!

I am angry today, people ask me why and I cant really explain, once again though I think it is a trait I have that I let little things just boil up for ages then explode, well I have a feeling thats exactly what will happen before the day is out.

I know I have traits that annoy the fuck out of people, but there is one trait thankfully I do not have and that is the trait of been false around people!

So many people nowadays have this trait, your work collegues, your clients, and even people who you network with, I notice it more and more these days. Am I just getting older and noticing it or has it always been there, but my eyes were blinkered from it.
Honestly I believe it has always been there but probably not to the extent it is now.

You can see the false smiles, the licking of arses, then comes the lies, the deception behind peoples backs, the bitching, the gossiping.

I see it now on Twitter, in blogs, on facebook, in bars, at parties, at lunchtime and during sessions in work and at this stage my head is full of anger against these people.

So heres what I have to say, fuck off, leave me the fuck alone until you get a grip on life and start acting real you wanking cock knockers!!!

(Already feeling better)

Scottish Barstool

Who said the Scots were all ball and no cannon??

Idiots Valentines..

Ok this time last year I made a bit of a fuck up on Valentines day....Not gonna go into it but it is here for your reading pleasure...

Idiots Disaster

So anyway this year we decided to NOT buy cards and stuff for each other. We spoiled each other over the christmas and for birthdays last year and what with recession etc we wanted to save a few quid. Now as an expert on the female mind I in my wisdom went out yesterday and bought Aoife a couple of little romantic bits and a card. YAY ME!!!! I AM LEARNING!!!!

She went to work this morning before I did so I had time to write the card and leave a cute little bag for her on her pillow. She will be home a couple of hours before I am so it should be a nice surprise for her.

So thats me sorted for a ride tonight. HOORAY!

Now.........if it turns out that she has not got me anything am i allowed to Lord it over her for a while? :D

My First Valentines Card

So how am I spending my Valentines Day? Popping antibiotics, sleeping and keeping warm under my duvet. Drinking plenty of fluids, upping my vitamin C intake and sucking on real fruit ice lollies. Ive got an ear infection as well as tonsillitis. Though don’t know how I can have tonsillitis as I had them removed at the age of 5. Apparently not all the gland was removed, so they still swell up just like tonsils. Sorry for those out there who are squeamish.

I thought I would tell you the story about my very first Valentines Card. I was 13 years old when I got my very first Valentines Card, at the end of a school day when I had given up of anyone being my secret admirer. My best mate C had got a huge card at the beginning of the school day, from the best looking guy in our class. Lucky girl. At school I was quite timid, and just wanted to not really be noticed. Get through the school day, and then go home, and if I was lucky I might get a few words from the popular ones in my class.

In my History class I sat next to a girl called J, she was very sweet and we sat at a double desk right at the front of the class. Next to me across the isle was a guy called M. He was part of a gang we called the Hair Bear Bunch (after the tv programme) as they all had long hair and were into heavy rock music. He was an ok guy, but not someone I wanted to go out with, and he had asked me several times. Why didn’t I want to go out with him? Peer pressure, the popular ones in my class would have laughed their school ties off!

One day, long before Valentines it was pointed out to me by dear J that my name was written all over M’s books and pencil case. Oh the horror! On this particular Valentines Day I was waiting in the school foyer for my best friend C, she would walk me to my bus stop as she just lived around the corner. Suddenly J appears, looking all hot and flushed as she had thought she had missed me, and had been charged with the responsibility of giving me my Valentines Card.
I opened it, and it was signed Lord Shaftsbury with some lovely words in it. We were learning about Lord Shaftsbury in our History class and how he improved working hours and environments for children who worked in factories in Victorian times. As it was signed this way I instantly knew who the card had come from. I was well chuffed, my very first Valentines Card. Someone actually liked me enough to get me a card, and at that age it was very important to receive one, even if you made something up. But I didn’t need to make it up.

I never let on that I knew the card was from M, and I cant remember if he asked me out again after that or not. I kept that card for quite a few years, in my little keep sake box.

Have a lovely day.

x x x

Sombre idiot

The last couple of days I have been in really strange form. Its the kind of mood that I get every once in a while where I have no idea what the feck caused it.

Its that sombre, pensive, worried feeling and it wont let up. I haven't been posting here cos when I go to write anything I get bored in a flash and don't bother.

I think I may have my period.


love, hugs and edible anuses

idiot

I have a problem.

I am a twitaholic, I love twitter and I think anyone who knows me will verify this.

But I also have a life at home, an amazing wife, beautiful daughter and a fantastic job, and I feel twitter is eating into the majority of my time these days. I have an addictive personality which I am sure has been passed on from my dad, it almost caused a serious rift between me and my wife before, when I played a game called "World of warcraft". This game has been well documented on the web as been a great game which you get totally immersed in. When I decided enough was enough with WOW I checked how long I had been playing for, which you could see when you logged into the game, I had played for over 60 days in the space of 7 months!!! now those are real days, real hours, real seconds of my life in a game! What the fuck is that all about.

Twitter has started to do the same to me, I would be scared to figure out how many days or even months of real time I have spent there, so I made an agreement with myself a good while ago, saying that when I hit 10000 updates I will quit twitter, I hit 10000 updates over 9000 updates ago, people asked me to stay, but since then it has gotten even better, the people I have met through twitter are a fantastic bunch, but I made another agreement with myself and told no one of it, once you hit 1000 followers you really need to cop on and leave.

Well that has just happened and now I have no idea what to do.

My wife has said these words a lot to me lately "you speak more to those people on twitter then you do to me" honestly she is right I do, and now I am seriously worried!

People have said cut down on it, take a break from it! as I say I have an addictive personality that just wont happen, with me it always has to be all or nothing!

What a bizarre quandary to find myself in!

Gotta love these stickers around Dublin.

My god this guy who I will say I know very well has totally gone crazy with his stickers around Dublin. It makes me laugh though on my way into work, I easily pass 20 or more on my 10 minute stroll from Leeson Street to Baggot Street, some are very subtle almost looking offical, others like the Obama posters are quite obvious. Fair play to him must try and snap a few more.

Actually I notice Rick O'Shea spotted some Electricity Board ones a while back too!

My guilty pleasure #1 - ISIHAC

Well we all have them, guilty pleasures, here are mine.I was going to do guilty pleasures as in plural but my word count was reaching a number no of you would like to get though so I decided to put it into parts and will post one a month maybe who knows, depends on how much you like/dislike this post!

My guilty pleasure numero uno is I'm Sorry I haven't A Clue (ISIHAC).Well for those who don't know anything about it, its a radio comedy panel show that had panellists such as John Cleese, Stephen Fry, Rob Brydon,etc. and even a cameo by Dame Judi Dench.So why ISIHAC or clue for short, well its self described as the antidote to panel games.Yes its true the panellist are old men(I do apologize to the panellists them self, not that any of them are reading this but I thought I should), it contains a lot of smut and double entoundre and nudge-nudge jokes and lots more of things that would make ISIHAC not that popular with a 22 year old girl from Slovenia, I don't think I am their target audience really!But forgetting forgetting all that, it is brilliant, I adore it more then I should really which is silly and silly is the word that describes clue, its designed to be silly and that's what everyone needs in their life is a daily dose of silliness!Or as the great, late lamented chairman was quoted saying: "As we journey through life, discarding baggage along the way, we should keep an iron grip, to the very end, on the capacity for silliness. It preserves the soul from desiccation."
So why do I love it so much then, besides the silliness of course, well I love everything about it, I love the fact that it never tries to be educational, but sometimes it is just a bit, I love Mornington Crescent I even went there and had my photo taken in front of it, I adore new definitions I may not get some of them but am proud when I figure them out, Sound Cherads is a brilliant round and the spin off Hamish & Dougal is equally marvellous and of course there is Samantha those who know Samantha will laugh by now and those who don't well start listening to the show, escpecilly the men I hear she looks gorgeous.Well then there is the singing, Colin Sell, one song to the tune of another, pick up song, all brilliant, most of the time out of tune but the panellist try their best!I could go on and mention all the rounds played on this brilliant panel show but I won't, for those who are fans you already know them and for those who haven't listened to it go and listen either online or buy a CD/DVD.When I first listened I had no clue, appropriately enough, to what was going on, who was this Samantha, what is so funny about this show that made the audience laughed, but when I got it I became addicted yes its silly but that's the whole point.

Well I am going now to listen to clue, yes you guessed it, thanks for reading and like it says in the title these are my guilty pleasures so please don't judge me on my taste!:) Also my next post will be a sort of photo/text post about the area in which I live in.

Well since we are all on twitter!

Let me introduce you @twecipe or Mr Onion Head as I have fondly started to call him, this is a fantastic tweeter from Niall Harbison from lookandtaste.com (formally Ifoods.tv)

I have to say I know these guys, well Niall more so, and the way they have run this business at their age is amazing to see. They work their arses off providing recipes to the masses and all of this is free.

So whats the deal with @twecipe its quite simple, direct him a tweet and give him 3 ingredients you may have lying about, a very very short while later up pops a link from him to a recipe, not happy with that well ask again and he may come back with another.

I can see this having a huge following and really deserves to get pushed out there, so fair play Niall, Sean and the rest of the lookandtaste crew, what a great use for twitter! and congrats on the rebranding of Ifoods.tv to lookandtaste.com

Is this one of the most dangerous roundabout ideas?

This is the Groody Roundabout in Limerick, named after the river and area nearby. It sits on the very busy N7 (Limerick to Dublin Road) at the entrance to Limerick City and The National Technology Park, with the University of Limerick (20,000 people) and is the main feed road for North East Limerick and North and West Tipperary into Limerick. It's busy. Very busy. And the pedestrian crossing is lit with constant yellow lights, which give pedestrians an automatic right to just walk out - fair enough!

The council has decided to put a pedestrian crossing at each of the four entrance/exits to this roundabout. 3 of the entrances have 2 entries into the roundabout and the fourth, on the Dublin side, has 3, including a quick direct left only. With traffic coming predominantly in from the Dublin side and then from the Limerick City side, people are constantly driving out at the earliest opportunity only having to stand on the breaks when exiting 25% around again.

At time, when you come into the entrance of the roundabout alongside a van or truck on the outside or inside, you can't see throught them to see if there is pedestrians on trying to cross.So you slow down and creep over. But this is impossible given the acute angle of vision. I have a 4 door saloon with a looong bonnet. So if I have a truck beside me, I have to stick out a bit in front (and hope nobody is about to leap out in front).

From the above image you'll see a truck that came from the Dublin lane and sticked to it's lane, an X-trail forced to stick to it's lane yet might follow in behind the truck (as is so common). I'm not trying to be offensive but dual entrance/exits on roundabouts in Limerick/Tipp/Clare/Kerry are uncommon. People often weave across the two lanes on the roundabout on an hourly basis, as the Skoda demonstrates (not illegally dangerously here albeit without an indicator).

These photos are stills. It doesn't capture the intesity and urgency of the quick rush-stop-rush that goes on. It's such a busy roundabout with so many entrances that you're constanlty looking around to see whats going on, that you dont expect to have then break immediately on exit.

So the onus is clearly on the vehicle/motorbike driver to watch out. Fair enough. But it's a roundabout. You're looking left, right, behind and straight ahead. Somebody or more than somebody will get hit. A car, a bus, a bike. Actually its already happened. Someone hit a bus. Fine. What happens a car shoots out, sees a pedestrian and someone else smakcs him into the pedestrian. Sure, we can play blame games and throw in opinions. But why do we have to? Why couldn't the crossing be at a safer distance?

I've never seen anything like this before - and probably for good reason. This is an accident waiting to happen and God help those involved.

EDIBLE ANUS

Fancy a nibble??
Got this last year from Niall and still get a kick (or a lick) out of it.

ageism

As I will soon be hitting the big 60 , I find myself getting more critical of other's.

When I was young we had respect for policemen , teacher's etc , now the young people just sneer at them . So now I feel I say what I think which in itself is not great but what the hell.

At work today we have a sale on and everything is reduced by 70% so you can imagine my face when this woman wanted more off she only ever buy's in sales so I just told her I did'nt have the authority to do this . The manager came in and gave her more off so after customer left i had to say something as she had caused a lot of trouble a few month's back I got annoyed, so as the shop is cutting back on hour's hmm I wonder who will be cut back , hee hee.

Hangover's

Why at the giddy age of 39 does it now take me the best part of three days to get over a hangover? where oh where have those days gone when it was ok to go clubbing all night, go home have a quick shower and go to work and then go out the next evening too... perhaps it isn't my age? maybe I just had a dodgy beer 

Exchange rate woes!!!

At this moment in time I hate the euro, before Christmas I went to check out the price of a new Canon SLR camera body since my old camera is on its last legs, it was priced at 578 euro, which is a great price, but considering its before Christmas, I decided to wait for the January sales and see what further reductions may come about.

This was, as I have now learnt the wrong decision to have made, since the euro has weakened beyond belief as the dollar and sterling continue to improve. Yes January did see a further reduction but because of the exchange rates it will now cost me 649 euro.

Anger does not convey enough about how I am feeling right now! not only that with the 4th annual Irish Blog Awards on the 21st rapidly approaching this may well be the first year as a photoblogger not to go with a camera!

AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH

morning rant, not about the morning.

This is gonna sound like I am 90 years old, but what the heck is it with SOME young adults?

You know the ones, that think the world owes them everything. Won't work or go to school, yet still think they can have and do what they want. I have run across several over the years that were just too good to work fast food, but not too good to take handouts from anyone. One I know has 3 children for heavens sake! Does he work or at least watch them during the time his girlfriend works? Of course not ,this would cut into his play time :o(

I just don't get it. I have seen a few out grow it, I have also seen many just continue on like that their entire life. It really boggles the mind when its people from hardworking families, where a good example of the work ethic has been taught.

Is this something happening everywhere or is this a lazy american thing?

People

Aren't people odd. Very profound eh! 

I've had a week of people going from extreme to extreme. Some have made me laugh, some made me cry, some made me angry, some made me wonder but at the end of the day they were all....well odd!

Is it just me or does anyone else feel like all they do is please other people and not themselves. Am feeling very like that at the moment. Why can't I have an opinion of my own without someone shouting me down. Heck amn't I entitled to think what I want not what other people think. That's what really rattles me, being told I'm wrong without being listened to for my reasoning.

Odd....that's what some people are......

inlaw caregiving death cats

Strange title. Well yes, my mind works in seemingly random yet somehow related thoughts jumbled together. This is just a venting cheap therpy session for me, so if wallowing bugs ya move on along now ;o)

Last month was odd and I have been off kilter because of it. How far back shall I go. I will just stick with the last 2.5 weeks.

I have compliained publicaly and privately about an annoying inlaw who called constantly, to the point everyone was afraid to answer the phone. His own siblings and other family members did quit taking his calls. I am a sucker I guess , seems everyone should have one person who will answer when you need them to. He was the former caregiver to his mom, as I was to his grandparents, so we had some common ground. He however was rude, obnoxious and down right irritating, has been for the 30 years I've known him, but I felt sorry for him, and he was alone, and ill.
As happens with many caregivers they neglect themselves and give their all to the person they are caring for. By the time they get around to taking care of themself its too late. Without a horrid amount of details, I will just say this mans health was a train wreck and he wasn't doing anything about it. Whole lot of complaining and little if any action.
So during yet another marathon phone call, he used the excuse of his cats for not going for medical attention his doctor and he agreed he needed, So I told him nothng would happen to his cats, I would take them they would be safe and sound.

The next time the phone rings I answer with the usual dread. It is however not the inlaw I expect but his brother, informing me of his death. I am stunned? Yes I am! I knew this was a man going towards death sooner than he should be at the age of 48 , yet still stunned is what I am.
Sad and heartbroken? No, cold heatered person I am is just angry beyond belief.

Now I go over some of the calls and wonder what I didn't do to help, not a whole lot I could do with this stubborn old fart. I know he wanted us to move him here to care for him, no how no way! He lived with us once before, it was a nightmare, and quite frankly he was turning into his grandfather and I will never have someone treat me like that again. Something I haven't mentioned out loud as they will haul me off to the looney bin, sometimes I miss those awful phone calls that went on for hours, what a nut I am.

One of his caregiver has the cats, if she changes her mind I will send one of the kids to get them. I don't need more cats, 2 male unfixed cats at that, but I promised, he loved them more than himself .

One more cat thing, On the one week after inlaw died, my 17 year old cat died. Not surpriseing I suspected it was nearing time. She ruled the house and kept the other cats and dogs in line. She was a wonderful yet at times annoying cat, small and adorable and my heart just broke at her loss.

Pork n' Brains

We all know to wash our hands to prevent the spread of the cold and flu, right? Well here's another reason to wash up.
A mother of four is told she has a brain tumor but when doctors go in to remove it, they find something else, something LIVING inside her brain.

Welcome to BrainWorm. WARNING: LEVEL 8 GAG FACTOR

Click here to read more.

Kim

This story is amazing. What a beautiful young woman Kim is. Fair dues.

Clickity Click

Bloody head lice

I would just like to have a little rant about head Lice!

Last week child number 1 came home and said Mommy my head is itchy, so I did no more than take her to the bathroom wash her hair and condition like crazy, which is no mean feat working on the basis that she has hair like Diana Ross circa 1980's

Took her back to the lounge and got the trusty head lice comb out and there they were the little bastards crawling and wriggling about, so cue then sitting there for at least an hour and a half combing through her hair checking for the beasties.

Friday night last week washed her hair and we have more of them, so normally I'm a one for doing things naturally and not putting chemicals on your kids hair, but by this point Im a little pissed off to say the least so whack the chemicals all over her hair, thinking right you little nasty things ( or something similar to that) Ill get you this time.

Bliss come's Monday  washed her hair, nothing, not a sausage a general whoop went up in the house and child number 1 breathed a huge sigh .

So that gets  us to tonight bath night wash her hair sit down with a  cup of tea ready to start the torture session on child, what do I find but five of the bloody things in her hair!

Arrgggggh Im not one to swear much on line but I hate fucking headlice!

Thanks for that feel much better now

Hello!This is me...

First the obligatory introduction and to answer the question who am I?
Well my name is Lili and Mr.Williams kindly invited me here.I live in a tiny village in even smaller country of Slovenia.I am 22 years old and still a student at the facualty for computer science in Ljubljana.Thats the basic facts really.
My interests most defently do NOT include writting intro/about me posts :p so will be brief.But I do love comedy, watching sports and ocasinaly even participating in one.Of course I love everything related to computers and reading books.And sadly thats all I can think off right now, funny how things you love doing tend to escape when you have to name them!Or maybe that only happens to me?
Also would like to say sorry for any English grammar or/and spelling mistakes.Try to forgive me, English is my third language!:) I also a lot of smiley faces,exclamation marks so forgive me for that too!;)

Lili:)

->You can find me on twitter LiliCosic.

Blogs I like

I am a Lurker. Every day before i even start reflecting Deep Thoughts i check on Blogs. Here are the ones i love and read daily-

Una Rocks cause its random and full of good music tips
Gastronom -It includes all the foodie Blogs and i can dream of fancy meals i could try and create
Maman Poulet-For all insights especially on current afairs, policy & politics
Cheap Eats-Bargain Alerts Great Site
Panti-Cuase its Panti
Grannymar- Gems of Advice to be gotten here -A must read especially if your a student like myself tips on cooking and cleaning on the cheap!
Unemployed Blog-Recently Discovered this Blog and its excellent
Well Done Fillet-Also a recent Discovery Very Funny
Nialler 9-All good things on Music
Limerick Blogger-For all my Limerick News its excellent
Indie Limerick-Give News on Local Gigs and Reviews
Alexia Golez and Damien Mulley are also in my daily look for random news and links -I also use the very addictive Twitter
So yeah feck now i know where most of the day goes.....

The Reader - Film Review

Went to see this film last Friday evening with my best buddie Debs. Its not what I would call a feel good film, but it is a film that will make you think. I certainly recommend it.

It begins in 1995 in Berlin where Michael Berg (Ralph Fiennes) is in his apartment, where he has a flashback to his 15 year old self (David Kross) meets Hanna Schmitz (Kate Winslet) who is a tram conductor and much older than him. Hannah helps Michael when he falls ill, and after a three month illness Michael returns to thank Hannah, and so their affair begins.

You see Michael growing from a boy to a man, in more ways than one! Hannah likes him to read to her, and hence the title of the film. The film goes from Michaels time with Hannah, modern day and then back to when Michael was a law student and watched Hannah’s trial. When their affair has finished Hannah moved on and became a guard at Auschwitz. She is on trial, and we watch how she is treated by her fellow defendants and how Michael reacts to her disclosures. Michael has a moral dilema, what will he do? Although Hannah was part of something very terrible, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her as her story unfolded. She chose to be a guard, but circumstances in her life gave her no choice in some of her actions. Back to the 1995, can Michael make amends for his decisions at the time of the trial?

Very thought provoking and greatly played by Kate Winslet, who ages before your eyes.

If you see it hope you enjoy.

WOW

Not even one week in and I am amazed at what has been written up here, and obviously so are people who are stopping by!

We have 52 readers, thats 52 people who have subscribed to 4nine£'s through our RSS feed, reading every new post that we put up. This is a remarkable achievement in such a short space of time, many blogs struggle to get a handful of subs after a week so you should all feel so proud of yourselves!

Keep it up guys, speaking with Someone Living yesterday he is mightly impressed with us and has no fear now that he made a mistake handing it over to me. From what I can gather you are all enjoying it so far which is all I really wanted for you, lets keep that momentum going and hit the 100 subscriber mark this time next week!

Fair play

Shan

Limerick Bizcamp, LOCC and Recovery plans

A quick post from my other blog, about the Limerick OCC and to invite everyone to get inolved in that, Bizcamp Limerick and the greater recovery plans. Sorry for the plugs but it's a good effort and worth sharing.

The Limerick Open Coffee Club is meeting tomorrow at 11:00am in the Absolute Hotel. All welcome. I've been getting some great support and feedback and even a few offers for the Bizcamp and the Incubator, now christened "Greenhouse Limerick" by it's founder, Evert Bopp. The LOCC is also joining forces with Stephen Kinsella to develop and deliver Bizcamp Limerick.

This is subsert of the original post here (which is quite lengthy):

Suggested Recovery Plan

We need to throw out our tax incentives and start looking inward. We had €70 billion in 2008 in the National Pension Reserve Fund. If we hit 10% or 20% unemployment, whats the point of having a massive retirement fund. Dublin has lots and lots of VC. No wonder the government cannot decentralise. Why can't we put €8 billion into Cork, Limerick, Galway, Waterford, Ennis and Sligo, in proportionate amounts, into BUSINESSES, not into hotels, property, roads.

The government and civil servants will not and cannot solve innovation, invention and enterprise growth. Private sector businesses can and need this funding. This funding would create a safe haven for banks to invest in and for the agencies to deliver grants and other inestments. €1 billion invested in Limerick and Cork, say, could help create up to 2,000 companies with 5 employees. That would remove 10,000 people from the dole.

Incubation centres, according to Wikipedia [?], have an 87% success rate even after 5 years. If just 50% of these were successful, and just 1% became big enough to employ more than 500 people, it would be a roaring success. Plus they'd have a base in Ireland, not North America where they currently have to go.

DO CHICKENS FART?

You may have gathered from my last post (if you read it) that I'm a bit of a health nut. I work out, eat right, do all that good stuff you're supposed to do to live 'til your 99 1/2.
All this working out makes me hungry so I've been known to eat a breast or two of the winged one on a daily basis. Now there's a fine line between eating enough protein after working out and eating too much (does gorging on eggs count?). I have been known to over-indulge and the after effects, as my missus will testify to, is not pretty. This led me to a very simple question;

If I bang in my pants when I eat chicken, do chickens fart?

Let me do a very Irish thing and answer this question with a question. If you could fart and just decided, nah what's the point, would you?
Well as I found out in my extensive research, apparently chickens do indeed fart, but-get this-they choose not to. The Missus seems to think I choose to bang it up as if it's a party or something. If only I could be as lady-like as the chickens....

On another note this whole blogging thing is great and is a good release from my day job as a goat herder!

Lightening The Mood

Here's a lovely puppy, currently well on the way to becoming a Guide Dog.

Support Irish Guide Dogs for the Blind, everybody: http://www.guidedogs.ie/

You can type this shit George, but you sure as hell can't say it

Something I've noticed about the current trend for videoblogging is many good writers fail to provide two things, quality and content.

Technical quality is tricky, limitations include hardware and, especially if using software like Qik, software. You wouldn't expect everybody to have this in place, to be honest, - it's hard work making things look good.

As for content - video is made to be seen, so self-indulgence, which may be interesting as text, really doesn't come across to a viewer. You need a point, perferably something the viewer cares about.
Personal writing works, personal video does not.

Jade Goody

Forgive me I am no writer, it sounds right in my head and then doesn't quite work wrote down.

I awoke this morning with the news that Jade Goody has now been told that the doctors are no longer trying to cure her but after discovering that she is basically riddled with cancer they are now just going to pro long her life as much as they can, 

I know a lot of people will say who give's a shit about Jade Goody that foul mouthed racist idiot, well I do and here is why.

Let me take you to October 2008, My mother awoke as normal went downstairs made a coffee and breakfast and sat down as was her and everyone else's normal routine, on starting her breakfast she discovered that she couldn't hold her spoon properly, that's odd she thought shouted my step father who came to inspect , on seeing mom said I think you had better go to the doctors.

Mom drove herself to the doctors with my  step dad tagging along, she arrived in the doctors stood at the counter and said to the receptionist Ooh I feel a little faint, she promptly dropped to the floor and had a massive seizure, cue an ambulance being called and mom being rushed into Hospital.

On arriving at hospital they thought that mom had had a stroke, calmed her down and sent her off for scans, by this point she had lost the use of her left hand but speech remained normal.

On getting back from  the scans  my brother called me to say are you sitting down, they have discovered that mom has a brain tumour.

I got on a train and went the 200 miles up to mom to find her reasonably cheery, they had told her that she would have an operation and that they were confident that they could remove it.

I left two days later knowing that things were bad but  thinking that she would have an operation and things would be ok.

Two days later she had the operation, she came around to the news that they had indeed removed the tumour and that things were on the up.

A week or so later she was allowed out of hospital to go home, she was that well, she was very happy as all she had wanted was to get home, the family were happy it was great to have her home, things could return to normal right?

another week passed and she was not feeling great, tired all the time and weaker than she had ever felt, but still refusing for me to go and look after her, telling me not to do it because of my two children that she felt needed me more.

This went on for a few days until one night she got up in the night needing the bathroom she for whatever reason turned wrong on the stairs and fell from top to bottom landing on her arm and banging her head , she was rushed back into hospital, with at this point some confusion- we thought from banging her head.

The hospital decided to re scan again in case of her having any post operative bleeding and of course because she had just taken a nasty tumble.

We were then met with the news that in a matter of days she had three more tumours on her brain, there was nothing more they could do.

And this is when the world as we knew it started falling apart.

That night i took a call from my brother telling me that she was deteriorating fast and that i needed to get there as soon as I could, I caught the train the next morning and went straight to the hospital I arrived at the hospital to find my beautiful mother lying in a foetal position, still speaking a little but unable to stay awake for longer than a couple of minutes.

My brother and I were told we would lose mom that night.....

My brother and i stayed in the hospital all night with her, holding her hand, giving her drinks , cleaning her when the nurses were too busy and crying, and she looked at me and said "I love you my darling", and the worst "Im frightened"  I rubbed her forehead like she had done so many times for  me over the years.

She didn't die that night but instead two days later , I had to go back home to the children mom was moved to a hospice.

I spoke to her on the phone everyday at the hospice and went to see her on the Saturday, she had stopped speaking overnight and I arrived to the most awful sight of my mother who had wasted away in less than a week and was now just staring into space, I sat and held her hand she didn't know I was there.

I left the hospice that day at 3.45 p.m. she died exactly 24 hours later 

My mom was 58 years young.

So who gives a shit about Jade Goody... I do

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

Aoife and I watched this movie over the weekend. It is well worth a watch. I am not going to say much about it as I dont want to spoil things for anyone. A couple of points..

1: If you are a cryer (Like me) bring tissues.
2: Brad Pitt is awesome sauce and now on my list of men I would shag if I had to.
3: Cate Blanchett is awesome too.
4: The movie really gets the brain working (in a good way)
5: Not one to watch alone

On another note....I watched Atonement for the first time recently. It was one of those movies that I was a bit "Meh, sometime maybe" about. It is fantastic. The long shot on the beach at the end of the war is an amazing bit of camera work. Seamless.

Happy 04.02.09!! Hope you all have great days..

idiot

Phd Comics

My image of the Day and how i feel!

It's 9:40PM. I hate this time of evening...

I've never been one for sleep. If I had it my way I'd surf, work and play on the web until at least 3:30am. But I can't. It used to be worse, I wouldn't be able to sleep until 3:00am even if I went to bed. That's gotten easier as I've gotten older, I'm able to get to sleep earlier. But I still don't want to. I love staying up, I always have. I love computers, doesn't matter if I'm playing, programming, tinkering or surfing. I would often "optimise" my PC at around 11PM only to end up breaking the OS and having to spend 4 or 5 hours rebuilding it. "Oh damn, that's Windows bust....you beauty...." and I'd love every minute of it.

At 9:40PM it dawns on me that I have to start thinking about bed. And that's depressing.

When I was younger I could never get to sleep - and the more exciting the following day, the harder it got. But I could always sleep late. Maybe because I had to go to sleep - and then had to get up - that I just didn't want to do what I was supposed to. I also had ADHD. I've since read that a lack of sleep is a major contributor to children developing it or experiencing ADHD-type symptoms and behaviour (or lack thereof).

Since around the age of 23 things got worse. I still couldn't get to sleep but then oddly I started waking up earlier. So mugs and mugs of coffee during the day and a few more pints at the weekend to wind down. Kind of an odd cylce - caffiene fuelling me and alcohol wearing me out. Now I can't stay in bed for longer than 7 hours at the most. Sometimes I get 5 hours sleep or less. I know many people have it worse but this is my worst. This has been going on for a few years and nowI have hypertension. The good news is I've started getting better at falling asleep, I think, at least in the last year.

I still fucking hate it though.

memories

Just sitting here looking out the window and starting thinking about when the kids were little.

How they loved the snow ' school's closed and out they'd go all wrapped up big coat's scarves hat's etc playing snowball fights with the neighbour's . They even built an igloo in the front garden . They were really proud of themselves ' they had worked well together and then low and behold a big bully from down the road broke it . Their poor little red faces and frozen finger's it all was in vein .

My one thing I hated about this time was the wet glove's and sock's but I loved it when it got dark and we all sat around the fire in jammie's and slipper's eating egg in a cup. Miss that sometime's.

My slippery slope to filth!

Bet you cant wait to see what I am gonna write about, well sorry its all innocent!

I have a mental walk in the mornings and evenings to get the bus which I call the walk of death. About 1 and a half minutes at the end of this video (after walking through the forest) which I took towards the end of October last year I mention about people sliding down the hills mud path that we are meant to use to get to the bridge, well guess what happened to me this morning!

Yes I went from nearly the top of the hill to the bottom today on my back almost 30 feet. My clothes were destroyed and I had to go back home to do a full change. Not impressed at all that I happened to be the first to fall but thankfully I did not slide another 10 foot or I would have ended up on the road and could easily have been killed!

My back is aching now since I did go down hard but trust me it has given me the kick I need to get the council to do something about this lethal hazard!

Ice Maiden

Those that have met me will know I’m not frigid or indeed an ice maiden. But today I’m stuck at home as its just too icy outside to venture out. Really pleased that on Sunday I did my shopping and stocked up on lots of goodies.

It was my brothers birthday on Saturday and on Sunday evening we had a lovely family meal. As it had only been very light snow during the day I decided that it would be ok to go. But while we were eating our meal we could see through the windows the snow was falling heavily. In fact within two hours there was nearly four inches of snow. My brother wanted me to stay over but I just wanted to get home, or see if I could get home.

It took me two and a half hours to drive 40 miles home, was quite scary and didn’t like it at all. The main roads were just slowly crawling along, but once I got to the M23 I managed to drive at 20 mph! Was relieved to be home once I got there. Sussex hadn’t had as much snow, well not until later that night. I woke up on Monday morning to a beautiful blanket of snow and decided that it was best I didn’t drive anywhere. Instead I went for a snow walk. Love walking in the snow, but not once it gets icy. I’m the kind of person who easily slips over nothing.

Ive been watching day time tv and scoffing a box of hand made chocolates I received as a gift. Plenty of hot drinks and fluffy socks and watching people slip sliding up and down the road outside are the order of the day.

Went and saw The Reader on Friday with my girlfriend D. Will pop up a review within the next few days.

Im hoping weather is better tomorrow as its my best friends birthday and looking forward to going to salsa with her and catching up. Only done one salsa lesson so far this year, need to catch up.

What a way to start February, hope your keeping warm and enjoying the snow.

x x x

Snow snow go away

Yes I'm going against the grain with this one but I have to be true to my roots.

I HATE SNOW

Why you may ask? It's so pretty and fluffy and ...

It's a fucking nightmare that's what it is. Power cuts, no water,
dangerous for the elderly, and it makes it easier for fucking idiots
who speed on the road to crash and ruin their own and other people's
lives.

Roll on the slush and let us all get on with our lives.

Well since we are at it, how about a new look!

So since we are a fresh batch of people writing here, I thought lets give the blog a new look!

Sorry if I freaked a load of you out today while attempting to get this template sorted, but now it is all working as it should be and I hope you like the new look.

If you spot anything strange or have any ideas please let me know via the comments, things will still be changing over the next week or so while I attempt to make this site even more beautiful.

One thing we are missing is a blogroll, a list of other blogs we like, so I invite you all to tell me of any blogs you feel we should link too!

You may also notice the new little icons under each post this enables you to link it to facebook, you can even tweet it, but more importantly we have allowed people who come here aswell as ourselves to bookmark them in social bookmark sites like Digg, Stumbleupon and Technorati, hopefully this will enable new visitors to find us easily if the posts get marked!

As I say if there is anything you dont like please let me know and I will change it accordingly.

Tankin Yew

Shan

Whistle while you work.....

Ok so this is just a small post. Thought I would share a very proud moment of my life with all of you..

The Whistle Fart.

It happened a couple of years back while working in Westmoreland St in Dublin. One of those average humdrum days where you are not expecting anything other than the ordinary to happen.

It was at about midday when a strange rumbling and growling started in my stomach."Hmmm almost time for my morning break", I thought to myself.At approximately 12.45 I headed away on a "break" down into the basement and into the toilets. Pulled out a book and got stuck into chapter 12 of Robert Jordans, Wheel of time, book 4.

An initial squeeze provoked no response whatsoever..After a few more gentle teasings there was still no response so with a sigh I put down the book and clutched the bowl with both hands to give an almighty, vein popping heave..

This is where the impossible happened....A teeny little poo flew into the water with all the gracefulness of a high diver. The splash back from this miraculous dive shot like a torpedo straight back to the exitway.As this happened and I arched my back from the freezing sensation a silent but lengthy fart crept out of aforementioned exit way.

It all happened at exactly the right moment to create music.The tone of the whistle was beautiful. It was heard by someone else who shouted "you must be havin fun".


I will post warn you now that my posts can sometimes be a bit weird.... If you are a major hater of potty humour you should not have read the above....

Love hugs and kisses
Idiot

Hello

Greetings from a cold Limerick-I'm Wendy -Im working on figuring this all out just saying hello

A bit of snow in killeshin

bit of snow in killeshin

Instructions for Ails and any1 else...

From trial and error it seems that using the blogger upload image tool works best with regard to adding any images.

Once this third screen pops you just have to find where you have saved your images. My documents, my pictures, desktop etc. You can also use images saved online by inserting the URL in the right hand side box.

The second image will pop up again with a file in the top left box. Now just click upload image and bobs your uncle....a picture with your post. Hope this is some help.

picture's

Well woke this morning to a blanket of snow . Hubby went out to work at 8.30 nothing unusual in that you say well except he is a driving instructor .

As I've said before we live up a fairly steep hill the views are fab we can see for miles so as you can imagine I looked aghast . He went and all was well but I got him to cancel any others .

Now I am looking for Shan to show me how to put up pic's cause the view at the moment is wonderful but no one else can see it

The Non-Bloggers Non-Blog

Hi.

I'm Mike, and I'm a non-blogger. One of what used to be referred to as the majority of people now reclassified as what sounds like a tiny group.

Anyway, just a short post to check all is working ok and I'll return later with actual ("content" - Ed).

Yay thank you god!!!

The view from my bus window on the way to work!

At last my wish for my 2 year has happened, this morning I awoke to blizzard conditions out in Bray. Shans Jnrs face lit up when she looked out the window, although she did wonder if the witch from "Dora the explorer and the snow princess" had done the damage (she has a bit of a fear for witches at present).

Once reassured that there's no such thing as witches she fell in love with the snow and brought a teary smile to my face. So from what I can gather Ireland is meant to get the white stuff for the week, well except Wednesday, bring it on I say.

God, I salute you

Quick Question

I need to ask you guys a question and I want you to be brutally honest with me ok? Do I look fat in this shirt?

I'm babysitting a Nintendo Wii at the moment (that's a whole different story). I'm not much of a 'gamer' (not sure I should even be using that term being 38) but they have a fitness game called Wii Fit. Now, I consider myself to be pretty active and neurotically healthy, I eat good and all that jazz. My missus has being doing this Wii Fit for the past month or so and said I should give it a go. I was confident but not cocky.

It starts off with a body test, you know weight, bmi (weight to height ratio), balance, etc. On I get and off we go with the tests. Pretty straight forward I'm thinking. So it's time to weigh me, no problem there, right?

Huh?? So I'm now a fat bastard. I'm not shallow. I can deal with that. I'll go to the gym 7 instead of six days, well doable. Then there were a few other balance tests. Apparently I hang a bit to the left (I knew that already though).

Finally, it was time to tell me my Wii Fit age. I didn't need a computer to tell me this. I was born in 1970 so that makes me....

WTF? All those years in the gym and I'm a 56 yr old fat guy. I couldn't care less though 'cause my missus, as it turns out is, 24. Booya!

Blastin back from the past....

OOOhhhhhh.....pretty new names and people to analyze. Cant wait!

Well shan has asked me back so who am to say no. Have missed this blog which was a great release for my idiotic mind. A bit about me....

I am 33 years old from Dublin. Mental age 4.32 years of age from Saturn. I have a fantastic partner called Aoife who is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. My loves are reading, writing, gaming and anything that reminds me to not take life so seriously. I am also known in the blogosphere as a photoblogger who taught shan all he knows. I will show you some of my work as we go along.....No aperture this, macro that...

Lookin forward to reading more about everyone, Peace out.... xxxxxxxx idiot