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Shakin' it up a little - not so much

Some time ago, Keeva asked if I was still shakin it up a little, I don't know how to link to her comment but there's not many around here and it's on this post:
in my head: Time to shake it up a little

The answer Keeva, is no and yes, well life is shaking me up a bit I suppose.

I'm busy, I never seem to stop, I work, eat, sleep, feed, was, dress, drive around, shop, launder, entertain, work some more. I don't have the time to naval gaze (figuratively or physically) nor thankfully am I hormonal enough.

I see my body when I'm washing or dressing it, I haven't time to think about it unless it hurts and makes me.

Not a bad thing really. Although with the recent warmer weather, dressing is becoming a problem, I look pregnant in anything tighter than a huge fleece and I can't wear that much longer.

So, no, I haven't made any huge life changes Keeva, life feels like it's just happening and I'm living it trying to enjoy the ride and not fall off.

Now that it's getting warmer, I'm hoping some of the weight will naturally go, baby man is 8 months of ton weight and little man keeps me on my toes mentally, I sleep well!

April Showers

I know I'm a dreadful blogger, truth is, I always thought I had a lot to say but I'm finding I don't - well I do but it comes out of my mouth, not my hands. Come have a smoke or a few drinks with me and I'll talk your ear off but it just doesn't come to me when I sit staring at a screen.

I've considered shutting this place down altogether, nobody is reading anymore anyway but feck it I'll give it another go and to help me I'm trying to join in on the theme for the day type things that I see other people do. I don't know where they get them but they show up in my reader so I'm copying today's one from here.

April Showers

You know what kind of April Shower I would like? The one that you get when you're walking home deaf from a long night out in the cold morning rain as the sun rises. You've had a great night out, you have nothing to do that morning except have a sleepy shag, wake up drink coffee and read the Sunday papers. This only works in the UK or Ireland because (sorry my American friends) the US Sunday papers just don't have the same reading power.

So you're walking home, tired, coming down off your buzz, you've got a lovely man beside you, it's quiet, the streets are waking up, you've stayed awake through your hangover, it's raining, you're soaked through but it's fine because you're young and you have nobody to look after but yourself. Ah bliss.

I need a break from the kids obviously, we did go out on Saturday night but when we got home little man was awake so instead of smoking a doob and having a beer and then some lovely sex, I ended up brushing teeth and reading stories and then I feel asleep in his bed. Boo, what a waste of a night out...need better babysitters.

Paddy you bollix

It's always bothered me, Paddy's Day (no dearest Irish-Americans, it's not Patty's day, it's PADDY, not a T to be seen) as a child it was miserable wet cold and I was dressed in my brownie uniform in a pissy little parade through the streets with the scouts and the order of malta and that was about it. There was a mass in Irish and a day off from school. I live in America now and fuck me is it ever different? But I'm not going to go on a rant about green beer and Kiss me I'm Irish hats because it's harmless and if that's what floats your boat - off you go and enjoy yourself.

What I do wonder about is Paddy and the centuries of harm he inflicted on us. If he hadn't been inspired while shagging sheep on Croagh Patrick to come back and save us all - oh sorry it happened after he went back to France or Wales - depending on who you want to believe - anyway he came back and drive the snakes out and made us all god fearing Christians while poaching our festivals and traditions and remaking them as good Christian rites and rituals - you what? Yeah yeah you know what I'm taking about Christmas = Winter Solstice, Easter = Vernal Equinox, it's all bullshit.

The snakes by the way were the Druids, serpents were common symbols, check out modern medicines twin entwined snakes for a current example. Paddy chased them away and instead gave us men in frocks who molested our children, nice one Paddy, ya oul bollix.

I wonder what kind of country we would be if we'd kept our ancient culture?

So that one makes no sense

I did this other post and it didn't show up - wtf blogger! It had links and commentary and all sorts of hoo ha you mother fucker.

Ack - will recreate it at some point but now now I have to go to a meeting.

While you're there

Check out their splendid Vogue spoof. Made me snort I laughed so hard.

"my pwretty wittle head"

Comment by cannotedit at 10:29 AM on 03/03/08
"don't want to think of this right now.
hurts my pwretty wittle head"

Phew...I'm reeling from all this, my pwetty wittle head just froze up, have a look yourself and maybe tell me what you think 'cos you know I couldn't possible think for myself being in possession of girlie bits and having had 2 children, my brain is just a pea, a little tiny pea.

Here is the original article. WARNING: If you're already feeling pissed off don't read it, come back another day.

Here is Jezebels deconstruction.

Keep reading Jezebel, the comments are priceless.

Swoon.

Teeth and Dribble

That's what it's all about in my house these days. Baby man has 2 new teeth, FINALLY! The dribble is unbelievable, seriously incredible, I don't remember little man ever slobbering this much, ever. I must have 20 bibs and I can never find a dry one for the child.

I'm wrecked, this working Mammy thing is fucking hard work.

Well done to Once, MAKE ART MAKE ART.

I'm not usually an Oscar watcher, for one I rarely get to see the films that are moninated and for two I rarely agree with either the nominations or the awards. I also can't stand the "who are you wearing?" shite so I usually skip it. This year I watched because Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova were due to perform.

The Frames are one of my favourite bands and disclaimer here I worked with them once upon a time, back when I was cool. To be watching somone I have had pints with perform at the Oscars was heady enough to see him win was just mind blowing. I couldn't be more thrilled for them. The Swell Season deserve to be heard, The Frames deserve to be heard and the legions of rabid fans in Ireland now have something new to bitch about - will they turn on them now that they're about to go gargantuan?

Glen seems to have found his muse with Marketa, I'm thankful because I doubt I would have heard of her otherwise. I don't give a shite about their age difference and I wish the news coverage didn't keep referring to her as his girlfriend, she is an artist in her own right and her poise last night was astounding. She made her point, she won hearts and minds, fair dues girlie, even with your weird Dub/Czech accent.

So well done to all involved, it's amazing to see a small movie like this win big at the sham that is the Oscars, today is a good day for art.



RTE have surprisingly good coverage here the interview with Glens mother is a howl.

For the diaspora who have cable, on Thursday, Feb. 28, the Swell Season will appear on the latest episode of the live concert series the Artist's Den on Ovation.

I miss those days

Have you figured out that I love linkateria yet?

I just don't have time to find all the funky things the internet has to offer any more, fuck I don't even have time to find all the funky things I have to offer anymore so I depend heavily on sites like linkateria to feed my brain.

Today, my heart was warmed and my long dormat revoluntionary was awoken by this video posted there.

Back in the day I was a demonstrator, I demonstrated for and against (mostly against) a multitude of causes and issues, fuck I led the demonstrations a fair amount of the time. Then I was ousted from my lofty elected perch by the Thatcher kids who came up from beneath me, all they were interested in was money. How much money could we make in the bars, how much could they pay themselves, how much was all this Union business worth anyway? I was hammered in an election, suffered a huge defeat and lost all faith in politics. I realised, quite sanely, that I just didn't have the heart and soul - or rather lack of - to be a career politician despite offers of such from political parties at the time. I was too honest, had too much integrity - oh yeah that's what I believed, in truth I was too fucking stoned most of the time. I did have integrity, lots of it, I never took a bribe, never jockeyed myself into a position to get myself a nice cushy job at the end of it, mainly because I was naieve and oh yeah, stoned.

Apart from the copious amounts of drugs I inhaled or ingested in the last year or two of my stint as a loudmouth hack, I like to believe I also did some good. I certainly stand by most if not all of the statements I made and causes I fought for. My politics were good, they're the same now, I resist labels but I've been called a commie, I'm too smart to believe communism could work but the ideaologies I believed in then that earned me that "insult" are the same ones I believe in now.

It has made my day to see this, to see people standing up and walking out for what they believe is their right, good on you TSU, fair fucks to you.