Call me

Hate: The cold
Like: Chocolate and scarves and other winter products
Complaint of the day: My right hand's colder than my left

Just reading a piece there from rte.ie yesterday about a chinese couple who want to call their child @. See here: http://www.rte.ie/news/2007/0820/china.html

I think it's quite a nice name and even cooler cos it would only take two twenthieths of a second to sign your name. I'm reminded of my significant other who insists that 7 is the perfect name for a boy. 'Seven' (sounds welsh I guess) may be allowed but '7' is not. I only know cos I interviewed one of those people who actually take in the birth certs and process names during an article I wrote for college and was told that numbers are not allowed. So guess it's back to the baby book.

Scribbles

Hate: People who get on the bus and talk REALLY LOUDLY ABOUT ALL THE SHITE GOING ON IN THEIR LIFE. I don't care. Just keep it down. (not being dublinist but we're talking dubs here)

Like: Sunny skies

Complaint of the day: I've been receiving loadsa complaints. Stop complaining!

Writing class was brill! Very happy I joined. It was better than I predicted although I did get somethings right. There were loadsa housewifey types there. And the teacher had a beard. But there were way more younger people people than I thought, more men and a big pints session afterwards. Didn't expect that.

It's based around improving your reading knowledge, looking at other writer's work, searching for ideas and critiquing your class colleagues' scripts. Apparently the knees up afterwards is a way of getting you to relax in each other's presence so that you can bitch each other's pieces without offending anyone cos you are all 'friends'. I like it! I also enjoyed meeting new people who shared the same interest as me. It's safe to say I felt... alive.

I rushed out to buy a load of new books afterwards. I love buying books. This is only a recent phenomenon although I do geekishly remember being very excited when I rented a book from the library that I knew I'd love. It's so much easier to buy a book than find a pair of jeans/shoes/top/handbag/bra that fits you, matches everything and doesn't cost the earth. Sure a book only costs 11 euro. And it doesn't make you feel fat.

Looking forward to tomorrows' class - have to finish the readings tonight and write the task, but that should be fine. Slightly more worried about the personal essay you have to produce at the end of the term - what the hell will I write about? Having your personal problems displayed for all and sundry to see makes me feel vulnerable. Very vulnerable.

I'm not going mad with the drink either. Can't be getting locked after every class... think of the beer belly. So I've arranged it that I can't go drinking for long for the next two Thursdays. Good woman.

In other feminist news, I watched a really good doc at the weekend about honour killings. Kadriye Demirel, a 17-year-old living in Diyarbakir in Turkey, was being raped by her neighbours (it was not clear whether it was consensual or rape, but it seemed to be rape). When she became pregnant, her brothers and cousin put a sword in her head and then beat her with a rock. The rock lodged in the wound. She died later in hospital. In protest, the muslim women removed their headscarves and carried her coffin at the funeral - a big no-no in the muslim faith. It was fascinating stuff.

I know honour killings receive quite a lot of press and the stigma of pregnancy outside marriage is still taboo, even in Ireland today, but beating a young girls head in with a meat cleaver and a rock, to punish her for being raped, fills me with so much rage I could spit purple blood. The hypocrisy and injustice of it all makes me want to kill men or something. This would be pointless however, as the women seem to be included in it too. In this case, it appears that her mother knew she would be killed and let it happen. She claimed she 'fell asleep, or something' while her daughter was being butchered in the street.

So that's my feminist rant for today.

I don't hate men (actually I really like them) I just hate what I've described above.

(Inherently female) Ladysinger

New boobs please

Hate: Toasted sandwiches that are warm on the outside but cold on the inside
Like: Reading
Complaint of the day: It's only Thursday


First creative writing class tonight! I don't know what to expect... well actually I do, or at least I think I do. I reckon there'll be about twelve people. It'll be made up of a lot of girls who want to write novels, a few older persons who have retired and want to write novels and some foreigners. Cos they be everywhere these days. I think the teacher will have a beard. And he'll listen deeply to anything we say with nods of approval and lots of 'hmmmmmm's, yes'.

I hope we're not told to 'imagine yourself as a tree' and then expected to write about it. God, what'll I use for inspiration?! Am very excited.

This week is DRAGGING. Guess it's cos the girlios are away and I am spending a lot more time on my own.

Have been reading the Daily Mail's webpage which is full of quirky stories usually involving tales of woe and sex and hard luck and babies. I love it.


Today I read:


On trial: the thigh-slimming tights that bust your cellulite (definitely buying them and wearing them for the rest of my life)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=467833&in_page_id=1879

Frank Lampard's fiancee changes locks on their €8million Chelsea Home (Charlotte Church has thrown her hubby to be out too)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/showbiz/showbiznews.html?in_article_id=467684&in_page_id=1773

and

Bothched tummy tucks and glued back ears: dramatic rise in DIY plastic surgery (it is truly disgusting, the home nose job is revolting)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=467861&in_page_id=1770

I never thought about DIY surgery. I am loving (and awaiting) the new stem cell boob job however. This is where they take fat from your ass (or thighs or tummy) stick it in your boobs and lo and behold - skinny ass, big jaloobas. Brilliant! Why did we never think of it before?


On a more serious note, it is being developed for women who've had breast cancer, but as soon as they patent it and it becomes readily available for the ordinary vain and unhappy girl, there'll be thousands flocking for it, no doubt about it.

Met my mate for lunch today who is suffering a severe case of the summertime blues. Felt really sorry for her actually. Ok, so she had two glorious weeks in Barbados, while I still haven't managed to leave the stinking country this year, but coming back to this shite grey weather can't be easy.

Thinking of doing the package deal ourselves but now I'm all worried that the good deals will be gone as everyone is trying to escape. Can't say this to the boy though in case i RUSH him. Define last minute deal. Is it the day before or the month before? Remember when you used to book your holiday a year and a half in advance?

Well I'm still stuck in that rut, whereas the boy has moved into the new lastminutedotcom era of not wanting to make any arrangements until absolutely necessary. We'll be on the way to the airport before he dicides to call the travel operator.

Anyway,

Venting,

It feels good

Ciao (but not heading to Italy, boo :( )

Ladysinger

Sluts!

Hate: Hating, I'm going to have to start putting 'like' first
Like: Softmints and going on dates and having a free house so that you can clean loads without people getting in your way
Complaint of the day: None today

I was going to blog about a SHIT piece of journalism that I unfortunately picked up in the SINdo's magazine Life, so I went looking for it on the net to attach clunks of its crapdom. I couldn't find it but I did find this:

http://www.independent.ie/opinion/analysis/lets-face-it-monogamy-is-getting-a-tad-monotonous-135747.html

which scared me. Then in today's Examiner (and radio ad, which they are running to promote it) I found this:

http://www.examiner.ie/irishexaminer/pages/story.aspx-qqqg=ireland-qqqm=ireland-qqqa=ireland-qqqid=36923-qqqx=1.asp

Why do we cheat, a special two part series on affairs of the heart, tells us that a third of people over 50 have sex with someone other than their partner. A third! Jeez. And both men and women (in Ireland anyway) are as likely to cheat as each other. The figures for other bold stuff are amazing too.

I find stuff like this saddening and frightening, but also fascinating. Were we made to be monogamous or do Mormons have the right idea? Or is that Muslims? Are both allowed to be polygamous?

Anyway, it seems and is portrayed that nature intended man to spread-it-around happy while us mere fe(eble)males are too busy having his babies to care that he has another woman on the go. I mean a Muslim man is entitled to four wives, but she, not only must not be shared, but can't ask for divorce . It's entirely up to the man! Now maybe that's only in Taliban countries etc, but still, the sentiment is the same.

The article I was orginally looking for was called... Sluts! Despite the exciting name, it was the biggest loada drivel I ever read in my whole life. Carol Tobin (I don't know who she is, but when I google her, it seems she may in fact be a well known comedian) writes on the opinions of opinions of somebody she was talking to and he said that she said that I think that we will. It made no sense, had no context, and went nowhere. I think it was supposed to be about women having one night stands but I couldn't really find any content to do with the headline. Will bring in the mag tomorrow to back up my opinion. Then you'll see.

In other relationship news, the breakup of Chanelle and Ziggy was utterly amusing last night. (Big Brother, loving it this year) Chanella sat with a faaaayse on her as Ziggy explained in no uncertain terms how they weren't working out. They both tried to blame each other for stuff, but with him being more articulate than her, all she could do was interrupt. Meanwhile one of the dumb twins (I'm blonde, I'm sweet, I don't have a lot of meat.... what was the question again?) kept entering the room where they were arguing asking: "Would you like beans or mashed potatoes or chilli. Would you prefer beef? If you like beef, I can ask Carol to make it, what would you prefer? I'm having a salad. With potatoes. I love pototoes."

If I had of been arguing and some food monster insisted on breaking my argumentative flow I woulda told her where to go.

Off to see Die Hard tonight. Yeah!

Not really, but the boy will love it and anything to keep him happy.

(Feminised) Ladysinger

Festival Fever

Hate: Not having a ticket to Oxygen

Like: Turkey and stuffing

Complaint of the day: It's STILL raining, but we're laughing cos it's so ridiculous

Suddenly decided during the week that I wanted to go to Oxygen, despite not having any desire at all throughout the year. And even with the rain I still want to go.

Course it's a bit late now and there are no tickets left. There was a glimmer of hope when I checked my bebo this morning to see a message offering a ticket but by the time I got hold of the number to call the ticket was gone. So frustrating!

I weally wanna go now!

Very jealous of the girlies who are heading off to Thailand at the weekend. This is another area where I've had a complete U-turn (affected by recent political events? [joke]) Hearing them talk about it and realising I will be sitting round like a pleb without them has made me want to rush out and book the next flight to Bangkok.

The fact I don't have my own holiday booked has prob more to do with that tho.

(Holiday sick) Ladysinger

Pick on this

Like: Burger King
Hate: Smelly men who pick their noses on public transport
Complaint of the day: It's still raining

Had good weekend despite the illness of it all. Couldn't make it out on Friday night, was too sore, miserable and drowsy from the drugs so had conversations with my drunken boyfriend instead, who was at The Who in Marley Park. Was trying to arrange to meet him, but then his battery died and that was the end of that. He is very cute when drunk (even if he does do silly things like let his battery die and then fail to call me back on someone else's phone).

Was carless on Saturday as it had to go in for a service. When I got it back it was like a brand new motor. Vroom! Well worth all the money to make it better again. That night we had a family do with all of the boy's family and relations. The free bar was too much to resist and despite my kidneys squeezes of protest I eventually moved on from the colas to the beers. It was painful, but worth it. I know I will pay for being so bold, but free drink is very difficult to refuse, especially for a girl with alcoholic tendencies from birth. (Irish, runs in the family)

Is there any law against picking your nose in public? You're not allowed pee or expose yourself in front of other people (unless they ask you) Surely hawking around the inside of your nostrils and displaying and disposing the contents in full view of random travellers could be deemed illegal. It is DISGUSTING! eughhh. I nearly vomited all over this man beside me on the bus today. Not only did he stink of piss he but he proceeded to lump big rolls of snot all around me on my way to work this morning. Pickers, out!

(Revolted) Ladysinger

Spicy kidneys

Hate: Kidney infections
Like: Painkillers and anti-biotics
Complaint of the day: see hate

Was out sick yesterday with the blasted infection of the kidney that I have become accustomed to. Never had pain quite like this one though - I don't know why someone (God) is trying to punish me. Maybe it's a hint to curb my intake of alcohol or summat, but I'm hardly an alcoholic. I dunno. All I know is that I always get sick towards a weekend and then can't drink cos I may go mad on antbiotics.


See the Spice Girls are getting back together. Yay! I don't know why it excites me, but it's way more fun than Take That's reunion. I guess it's cos we'll get to look at their style and bitch about them and then copy some of their looks the next weekend. Let's hope they don't bring those disgusting platform trainer yokes back though. Was having a think about it yesterday and thought about the new names we could rename each spice girl.



Posh Spice would have to be 'rexic' spice or 'ana' spice

Scary Spice could be 'murphy' spice for obvious reasons

Baby Spice coudl be 'preggers' spice for other obvious reasons

Ginger Spice I would like to rename 'mingin' spice but that's probably mean

Sporty Spice I think could be 'non' spice because she dosen't seem to have done much in past while. No baby or body scandals that I can think of.

It's only six years since they broke up. Seems waaaay longer that that.

Was watching Baby on Board last night on RTE. (what can I say, kidney infection means no going out, so TV it has to be) I got really teary when the new family brought the little babog back home to meet the grandparents for the first time (the mammy involved was spanish). There's something about new babies that really gets to me. It's embarrassing really.

All I can deduct is that historically, I would have at least four kids now, so biologically my body is behaving perfectly normal. In our modern world however I should be waiting another six years before the time is right to be even thinking in the family way. So what does that mean for the mental state of mind?

Lots of tears at baby programmes and reassurances to the boy (as he bolts out the door) that yes I want one, but no, not yet. Next month maybe. :)

Following Baby on Board, was my favourite I'm an adult get me outta here. Apart from the presenter being hot (he is) I love watching nearly-30 year olds living it up in their parent's pads trying to find a shoebox to fit their budget. They're always so narky and set in their ways and unwilling to compromise. It makes me proud that I am not living at home.

And good news on the writing front. Very easily found a writer's group (the Irish Writer's Centre, first google that comes up) so I've signed myself up for a thursday night session for ten weeks. Let the creative juices flow....

(Broody - just a little bit) Ladysinger