Dearest Katy and her ever-growing family (Matt, Trent, and Tess ( Read more... )

The internet in my house has ceased to work. I'm ok with it though because at least the computer in Grant's office is going strong these days. Anyways though, thus is the reason for my short post, as I need to write quickly and then race back to my own house in time for SoapStar SuperStar, an American Idol type thing with soap opera actors singing ( Read more... )

I just figured out how much I owe for my portion of the phone/driving bill, and it comes to 35 pounds, AKA 70 bucks. Now please remember, I only make 45 pounds a week, for nearly 50 horus of work. Blagh. It sucks, but that isn't what really has me upset. It has just made me realize that I don't want to be poor anymore. And since I have no real plan ( Read more... )

Another work week is on it's way, but whatcha gonna do. Didn't do anything too thrilling this weekend, though I did get drunk for the first time since Christmas. Also, subsequently, I got my first hangover of the new year, so it wasn't as great as it may sound ( Read more... )

I know I shared exciting news this morning, that of my new roomie George (the one with the whiskers). But now I have even MORE exciting news. I'm literally smiling and can't stop because I just recieved an email from Jon saying that he and Sam are ACTUALLY coming to visit me. As in, already bought the tickets, and will be here the morning of March ( Read more... )

I'm going to be late for work if I type this, but oh how I don't care. Getting back into the swing of things after a week of glorious free time has been difficult. It'll happen though. Patience, I say ( Read more... )

I'm finally home from Paris and I think death is on my heels. Right. So it takes only an hour and 20 minutes to fly from France to Ireland. But in order to make that happen, you have to take an hour long bus from Paris to the air port, and you have to be at the bus an hour early to make sure you get a seat. So, I stood in the freezing Paris cold ( Read more... )

Well I just took Rachel to the bus station so she can get a shuttle to the air port. That means it's just me, two bottles of wine, and the internet this Christmas Eve. I think I'll write a Christmas acrostic ( Read more... )

Today was, as promised, long but wonderful. It's hard fucking work to be Santa. It also makes you feel really jolly to give gifts to people who have empty floors under their trees. So horray for Christmas, and boo for physical work. And I DON'T have tomorrow off. We got all of the deliveries done, and only had about an hour more cleaning to go when ( Read more... )

I just finished watching "Dancing at the Depot," a one hour special on the Irish channel RTE. Basically, it involved 6 English bus drivers and three weeks studying Irish dance with Colin Dunne (AKA the cool guy from Riverdance who wasn't the annoying Michael Flatley). They had no dance training and had a short time to learn all the steps for a show ( Read more... )