Monday, November 26, 2007
These guys are good kissers.
After watching them, I need to kiss someone.
Hey you! Yeah you... right there reading this.
Come here and kiss me.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about what I want to do with my life professionally. Do I want to take the job in Vancouver working for a studio doing animation or do I want to finally work for myself and maybe buy my own boat?
Today my boss is taking me and my guy to look at some boats for sale and then have lunch in Howth. Today is my guys last day of vacation so he is whining already this morining about it. He has had almost 4 weeks off since coming back from Africa. Its about time he gets back to work.
Well, I better get a shower and dressed to get this day started. Who knows, maybe by the end of today I will be the owner of a boat! Pretty scarey if you ask me.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
My friends back in the states sent me a video online they taped of them all sharing Thanksgiving one last time as a group together. Two of my friends have taken job offers in different cities and will be moving in January. A married couple that I am friends with are selling their farm and moving to Texas. Another friend is moving to Toronto. My friends have been my family and when I have thought of home, I always think of this group of friends and wonder what they are doing and smile at things I remember about them. So this morning I am feeling sad to know that within a few months, my circle of friends will cease to exist. While we will always be friends, the distance that will separate us will gradually lead everyone to fade from each others lives. I have planned a trip back home in January to spend one last time with everyone before everything changes.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tonight was very interesting. Thursday, which it has now officially become in Ireland, is Thanksgiving Day. A day when Americans give thanks and eat lots of turkey and filling and pies. Last Thanksgiving sucked because my cousin had gotten hurt and had surgery and I was helping him get better and he lived with a lady I could not stand, so it was not a fun holiday time. This year everything is much better and I decided to do a Thanksgiving dinner and invite some friends and make it a big day.
I talked my man and my roommate into helping me prepare the meal. Neither one of them have ever made a turkey, filling, or a pumpkin pie. Actually, because of this I made them do all the preparation and I just watched and stood around looking pretty and supervising.
Now I wish you guys could have seen those two in the kitchen. My man can stitch up people that are bleeding and wounded, but he got grossed out when he had to stick his hand inside the turkey to pull the stuff out and clean it out. If you could have seen his face. At one point the place got really hot from the fireplace and the oven to the point that they took their shirts off and put aprons on. I can't tell you how sexy that was watching them cook half naked. (My room mate is straight, so no we are not having a threesome for all those wondering!) I took pictures of them and will try to post them tomorrow when I download them from the camera. But I will probably be threatened with death and dismemberment if I do.
Now after their day in the kitchen, everything is ready to go for the feast. The cutest thing is they are both sitting on each end of the couch, enjoying the warmth of the fire, sound asleep. I tried to wake them a few minutes ago to go to their beds and lay down, but they both ignored me and didn't wake. So I threw a blanket over each one.
My cousin is one of the guests coming tomorrow and he asked me to download the new Gary Allen CD for him. I am doing that and posting this and then heading to bed for some sleep myself. Tomorrow will be a long day, but one I am sure will be filled with lots of laughter and good times. My first holiday season with my man and my Dublin friends. At this point in time, life is good.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
My mans sister got married yesterday. Maybe this will inspire him to pop the question to me and make me a bride instead of a bridesmaid. lol I caught the guarder belt, does that have the same meaning as catching the flowers? Whats that I hear, wedding bells? OK maybe not, but a guy can dream.
It was the first time meeting his most of his family and they were very nice and very accepting of us as a couple. My man gave a lovely toast to his sister, he made her and their mom cry.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I have a friend in Vancouver, Canada who has been offering me a job for a few months now. It would be a dream job and an amazing experience if I decided to take this job. I kept putting him off because I wanted to talk to my guy when he came back from Africa and see what he thought of it and see if he would be interested in moving there with me.
We had that talk this week and to make a long story short, he is not really keen on moving to Canada. My friend from Canada called me several times this week saying he needs an answer soon. That is why I have not posted much lately, I have too much on my mind trying to think over things. Why does life have to be so complicated.
I wish I could see into the future and be able to tell that if I make this decision this is how my life will turn out and if I make the other decision this is how my life will turn out and then I could chose which one is best. But alas, that's not possible and no matter which one you chose you will always wonder what would life have been like if I had chosen the other path?
Monday, November 12, 2007
We went to a little service yesterday for Armistice Day/Remembrance Day. I am glad to see others still remember those who fought, sacrificed, and died in WW1. I posted a link above to my friends site and nice little article he posted, plus another link to a nice poem posted from another friend.
This past week my roommate tried to talk things out with his father. For those now aware of his situation, his Father is an abusive alcoholic and that is the reason he is now living with me.
But you only get one Father in this life and now that he has been out of his Fathers house for a few weeks he thought he could talk to him and maybe work something out. Maybe his Father missed him enough to be willing to seek help for his drinking and things could be different between them.
Earlier this week he invited his Father to come over for dinner. My guy and I hung around for a little bit to make sure everything was OK. When his Father arrived, both seemed nervous, but everything seemed to be going OK. So my guy and I decided to go do some errands and leave them to talk.
At the first stop we had to make my guy realized he left his wallet back at my place. So we ran back to get it and I am so glad we did. It was like a guardian angel took that wallet to allow us to come back in time. When we got back we heard shouting from the flat all the way outside. Now, I had hurt me ankle and was not able to move as fast as me guy. By the time I got to the door I had to step to the side as his father was falling out backwards and landing on his arse with my man right behind him. His father got up holding his jaw, cussing. But when my guy took a couple steps towards him, he quickly turned and ran to his car. I had never seen my guy angry before, but I soon realized he had given his Father a clatter in the jaw.
I went inside to check my roommate and he was standing there with tears running down his face, a new black eye appearing around his swollen eye. I found out that when he refused his father a glass of whiskey, saying he wanted to talk to him sober, his father got enraged and punched him in the face. We happened to get back just a little too late to save another black eye, but in time before his Father did any more damage to his son.
That night, each of us learned a lesson. My roommate learned that just because someone provides the sperm for your birth, doesn't make them qualified to be a Father. I learned that my guy throws a mean right handed punch and he learned that its better for your hand to punch someone in the nose rather than on their hard cheek bones.
As each of us gets older, life has a way of taken more and more of the innocence of our youth away from us. There are many lessons we will learn in our lives. We just have to realize that life isn't always perfect, people aren't always perfect. Yet, we can't let the negative parts of life consume us and make us bitter. My roommate realizes now that he can never go back to the place he once called home, but as time goes by he will find his place in this world, the place where he is meant to be and that will be the place he will truly know as home.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
But I will have the last laugh because now I have to stay off my feet for a few days, which means he will have to do the cooking, the cleaning, and shopping for groceries. I actually hear him coming in the door right now from cutting some firewood. Hope he's not too tired from all that wood cutting, since it is time for me sponge bath.