Sunday, February 26, 2012
Uggie The Dog - The Artist
Irish Calendar
Tonight I'm working on the ship with a co-worker Ian updating some equipment. He is a tall, thin fun, charming, dark-haired cute guy around 22 years old and if I have to be stuck working the night shift with someone I am glad it's him. We made small talk for a few minutes and made some tea on this cool and misty night wondering if it was going to rain anymore and wishing for Spring weather.
We then settled into unhooking the wires from two bulky monitors. We always joke around when there is a limited crew that we may see a ghost and all that stuff. Tonight we even talked about how we should put a spooky movie on one of the computers as we worked. See if we could summon up something from the dead as he said. As we worked we kept joking with each other telling different ghost stories that other people experienced on the ship. Even though neither of us were really feeling scared, it puts the thought into your mind.
We continued working for a while trying to untangle the mess of wires and except for a few comments about the wire mess and some heavy breaths and sighs at how much it was annoying us to untangle the mess, the room was really quiet. Only the sound of the ocean and other outside muffled noises could be heard. You don't realize how much your senses relax and your body becomes calm when the environment is quiet.
Needing to move the old monitors out of our way before installing the two new ones, we each picked up one and started to carry them through a passage way and to a storage room. As I followed him, one of the doors that led to the deck opened and slammed shut at the end of the hall in front of us. With this loud bang, he came to a sudden stop and I heard him make a guttural noise as his body twitched causing him to almost drop his monitor. As he tried to hold on to the monitor he took a step back and banged right into my own startled self as I tried not to drop my own monitor. We both sat the monitors down in the hallway and leaned against the wall as he muttered a swear word. Looking at each other with a "that was not funny" stare, we agreed no more talk of ghosts tonight and we're going to put a comedy movie on instead, but not Ghostbusters!
We then settled into unhooking the wires from two bulky monitors. We always joke around when there is a limited crew that we may see a ghost and all that stuff. Tonight we even talked about how we should put a spooky movie on one of the computers as we worked. See if we could summon up something from the dead as he said. As we worked we kept joking with each other telling different ghost stories that other people experienced on the ship. Even though neither of us were really feeling scared, it puts the thought into your mind.
We continued working for a while trying to untangle the mess of wires and except for a few comments about the wire mess and some heavy breaths and sighs at how much it was annoying us to untangle the mess, the room was really quiet. Only the sound of the ocean and other outside muffled noises could be heard. You don't realize how much your senses relax and your body becomes calm when the environment is quiet.
Needing to move the old monitors out of our way before installing the two new ones, we each picked up one and started to carry them through a passage way and to a storage room. As I followed him, one of the doors that led to the deck opened and slammed shut at the end of the hall in front of us. With this loud bang, he came to a sudden stop and I heard him make a guttural noise as his body twitched causing him to almost drop his monitor. As he tried to hold on to the monitor he took a step back and banged right into my own startled self as I tried not to drop my own monitor. We both sat the monitors down in the hallway and leaned against the wall as he muttered a swear word. Looking at each other with a "that was not funny" stare, we agreed no more talk of ghosts tonight and we're going to put a comedy movie on instead, but not Ghostbusters!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Hot Chocolate, Fireplace, and a Shave Chest
Gareth, the cat, and I have escaped for the weekend to a friends cabin as I call it or cottage as Gareth calls it. Not sure what the cat calls it but he wasn't in the mood for a car ride today. He is definitely happy to be in something that isn't moving on down the road.
The place smelled mossy when we arrived, but after lighting the fireplace and some fragrant candles it is much better. Gareth made grilled chicken with peppers and onions soaked in lemon juice and some potato's for dinner. I love watching him cook for me, I find it to be very sexy. After setting the table I walked up to him as he was washing a pot out in the sink. I wrapped my hands around him and gave him a hug and told how good it feels to get away and be alone together. I unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons and reached a hand inside to tease him a bit and I felt something weird. I said "What the..." as he burst out laughing. I quickly spun him around and unbuttoned more of his shirt to reveal he had shaved his chest. The beautiful hairy chest I loved was shaved completely off.
He told me was itchy and decided to shave it off this morning before we left. I knew he was complaining of being itchy lately and I'd seen him scratching under his t-shirt or at the top of his dress shirts when unbuttoned the last few days. I yelled at him and told him its winter, you have dry skin. You moisturize. You don't shave the chest hairs. Oh those lovely chest hairs. But of course he just found humor in the situation and admitted he knew "there would be skin and bones flying" when I found out. Then a thought popped into my head on how far did he go with this? So I stuck my hand down the front of his pants and he burst out laughing and said he only trimmed below the belt. He said "I was itchy, not trying to be twelve again."
All through dinner at the table I kept pulling his shirt open and looking at his shaved chest. Of course he kept cracking on about me letting him eat his dinner before I molest him any further. After dinner as we cleaned up the kitchen I took his shirt off so I could see it all in the light. I didn't want to tell him even though I missed the hairy chest, I still found him hot. So I just sighed and shook my head. I left him put his shirt back on after he complained about being cold. You never complained about being cold before when you had a hairy chest, serves you right.
It's late now, almost midnight and Gareth is in the kitchen making us some hot chocolate and playing ball with the cat. Thought I would pop on for a moment and get my complaining and whining out. I feel much better now. In reality though, I've never loved or been loved by anyone as much as Gareth. It doesn't matter if he is hairy or smooth as long as I can wrap my arms around him and get lost in us.
The place smelled mossy when we arrived, but after lighting the fireplace and some fragrant candles it is much better. Gareth made grilled chicken with peppers and onions soaked in lemon juice and some potato's for dinner. I love watching him cook for me, I find it to be very sexy. After setting the table I walked up to him as he was washing a pot out in the sink. I wrapped my hands around him and gave him a hug and told how good it feels to get away and be alone together. I unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons and reached a hand inside to tease him a bit and I felt something weird. I said "What the..." as he burst out laughing. I quickly spun him around and unbuttoned more of his shirt to reveal he had shaved his chest. The beautiful hairy chest I loved was shaved completely off.
He told me was itchy and decided to shave it off this morning before we left. I knew he was complaining of being itchy lately and I'd seen him scratching under his t-shirt or at the top of his dress shirts when unbuttoned the last few days. I yelled at him and told him its winter, you have dry skin. You moisturize. You don't shave the chest hairs. Oh those lovely chest hairs. But of course he just found humor in the situation and admitted he knew "there would be skin and bones flying" when I found out. Then a thought popped into my head on how far did he go with this? So I stuck my hand down the front of his pants and he burst out laughing and said he only trimmed below the belt. He said "I was itchy, not trying to be twelve again."
All through dinner at the table I kept pulling his shirt open and looking at his shaved chest. Of course he kept cracking on about me letting him eat his dinner before I molest him any further. After dinner as we cleaned up the kitchen I took his shirt off so I could see it all in the light. I didn't want to tell him even though I missed the hairy chest, I still found him hot. So I just sighed and shook my head. I left him put his shirt back on after he complained about being cold. You never complained about being cold before when you had a hairy chest, serves you right.
It's late now, almost midnight and Gareth is in the kitchen making us some hot chocolate and playing ball with the cat. Thought I would pop on for a moment and get my complaining and whining out. I feel much better now. In reality though, I've never loved or been loved by anyone as much as Gareth. It doesn't matter if he is hairy or smooth as long as I can wrap my arms around him and get lost in us.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
What Shall We Do On A Saturday Night
Ireland vs France Tonight
This video is from last year but still gets you in the mood to watch some Irish Rugby.
It's a freezing cold winter night and the field is icy around the edges, but no matter the weather it has become a must win night for the Irish after their loss last weekend to Wales. Lets go boys.
Sean O'Brien talking about the team preparing for France and the cold weather.
Hysteria
What if pregnancy was officially outlawed?
http://www.rte.ie/drama/featured/storyland/
This is one of eight online dramas featured from Storyland which is RTÉ Drama's competition.
Each time a new webisode is shown you must vote for your favourite. The webisodes that get the most votes get commissioned to make the next episode. After four webisodes one series will emerge as the winner of Storyland 2012.
Trouble Times Three
This is one of eight online dramas featured from Storyland which is RTÉ Drama's competition.
Each time a new webisode is shown you must vote for your favorite. The webisodes that get the most votes get commissioned to make the next episode. After four webisodes one series will emerge as the winner of Storyland 2012.
Trouble Times Three is an RTE Storyland webisode that follows the lives of three woman, impregnated at the same time by the same man. Apparently Irish men are very potent!
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