Because I will never see it happen, and I don’t know why.
Why is this impossible?
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It’s the glamour that gets me.
Last night little man woke up, after 4am. Not too surprising, he is still getting used to a new bed. I gave him milk to sooth him and put him back. He got back up. I put him back. He got back up. I put him back. This time, though, I stood there in his room, keeping him in his bed. This was also great fun. So he would get up, and run behind his bed instead of running out of the room.
Aha. Hilarious.
And no, he didn’t eventually nod off. What happened was I looked at my phone to see the time. I thought it must be close to 5 am.
I was wrong.
It was close to 6am, It was 5.49am, and I was due up in ten minutes. Being up early is one thing but being denied rest you think you are going to get is just too hard.
I’m on cup number five of the hard stuff today, and there will be more before bed time. As I said, hilarious.
Write a blog post? Are you Crazy?
I don’t have time to write a blog post! Have you seen the amount of laundry I have to do, the dirty windows I have to clean, the dishwasher that needs emptying, the floor to be washed? Have you seen the sink full of dishes, the bins that need emptying and then being brought back in?
I sure as heck won’t be writing this weekend, I can tell you. What, get up early and write? While the dawn is distant and the mist is heavy? Madness I tell you!
And it is not that I will be writing. Instead I will be letting the damn story out of my brain to fly free, to flutter wings it is banging inside my head, and to let it greet the air with the freedom I can’t give it yet.
Me? Write? Madness!
100 Days without Sugar – 29 Bliss Filled Days to Go.
New newbies be reading and stuff here; Our heroine had called out hello, and is only hearing her own voice echo back to her. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it whether you want to or not
Now read on.
Monday, 21st July 2014:
Seems unpleasant to discuss such a paltry subject when the headlines are what they are, these days. I am now so sufficiently disenfranchised that I rarely catch the news bar specfic things I’ve Google Alerted myself to now. Most of the time I’m horrified by both the specific at-home tragedies and the general nation-wide nightmares. And the response I have is usually because it plays in my mind for so long…
Aaaaagh the Bedroom Tax is robbery disguised!!!
So to avoid that impotent rage and sweeping sorrow I don’t really read the news much any more. But I’m still aware enough to know that this blog, these few little lines are less than pertinent to the world stage. Or any stage.
Even a Deadwood One.
Anyhoo, this weekend I left the house on my own. No child, no husband, just left the house. Went clothes shopping, And to my joy I discovered the three way mirror in Marks and Spencer. I kid you not, for a moment I thought that I would never go swimming again. Firstly, I know I don’t look good, yeah yeah yeah. But I also know that while I’m supposed to do something about it, I’m not supposed to look like I am doing something about it. I have to suck in mah tummy but not look like I’m stressed, and it is a lot of spinning plates to get in order.
The only way I am going to lose the weight I want to lose is to get rid of the carbs. But frankly that is torture. I’ve my hols coming up and the start of the new academic year and the idea of going without is unpleasant. I’m almost in tears at the idea.
I always laugh at the suggestion all I need to do is to push myself harder, Would they go away and shite?
100 Days without Sugar – 35 to go
New newbies be reading and stuff here; Our heroine had successfully battled her way out of the giant cardboard box she was erroneously posted in, but has left herself with a thousand paper cuts. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you quixotic cray-cray people.
Now read on…
Tuesday 15th July 2014
I. Am. Starving! How do people do it, how did I ever do this? I wanna sweet things. I do, I want biscuits and cake that has that gooey centre that is enough to make you put up with Glados in Portal*, I want biscuits that are too big for your mouth, I want ice cream sundaes with sprinkles and chopped nuts on top and I want pipped cream with buttons and … I think I want this! (Just imagine this isn’t that muck but made with decent cream, and you’ve pretty much got it. I blame my childhood in front of the TV. Bah!)
*Try listening to this song and not finding it catchy.
Judging for Miss Personality…
is ongoing.
Noeline Blackwell (FLAC), Susan Denham, Chief Justice, Mary McAleesse, Emily O’Reilly Ombudsman
Look at them there now, aren’t they lovely. Noeline Blackwell, Director General of FLAC, is interested in cooking and sewing, and thinks that all Lindsey Lohan needs is a good man. “It is what has kept me on the straight and narrow,” said the human rights campaigner and advocate. “Maths is hard!”
Beside her, daring in black tights, is Susan Denham. A controversial choice for the competition, as some thought her sub-judis decisions might hold her back, Susan looked resplendent in the clothes made of intellect and self respect. “We are off to the Canaries if I win,” said the ground breaking barrister. “I hope the boys like my bikini!”
Former President of Ireland Mary McAleese is busy working on her knitting skills. “My family do seem to enjoy my domestic side, and lets face it, a life outside the home is hard to organise!” The noted agent of peace in the north went on to say that “If it wasn’t for my husband I’d be lost. Wouldn’t we all!”
And last but not least, Emily O’Reilly, whose work has shown time and time again that the institutions of the mostly male-led state are just brilliant and require no change, is eager to show her soft side. “I’m just a little girl looking for love,” she giggled. “I for one am delighted at the opportunity Miss Personality has provided me, to show that I am a fully rounded female. Hurrah!”
At the time of writing, the award for Miss Personality was given to the one with the biggest tits.
100 Days without Sugar – 83 to go
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
Yes, I did miss a day’s blogging. Mainly because I had nothing to boost about. I got to the pool late, and when I was getting dressed my swim cap both tore in half and slapped me across the face. I managed to be both inconvenienced and insulted at the same time.
“You’re not the boss of me! Owww!”
So brainbox here gave the swim a miss yesterday. Didn’t have any sugar, but didn’t have any righteous glow about me either. And it was a cold day, so went home, ate pasta, and slept.
This morning, it seems that the alarm went off and I decided that it was a fine idea in theory, but in reality not for me. I seem to have shut it off and gone right back to sleep.
I hardly need to credit this, do I? It’s clearly my own creation.
I woke up an hour later, with about twenty minutes to move before I really was late for work. Managed to get myself here just before 9am, but no swim for me today. And really I know I should be guilty, but that’s mostly what I’m guilty about, I’m not.
I’m tired. Really, really tired, like weary, uninspired, worn out. I try to complete so much and I’m getting more and more discouraged because the weight is still on, the books are still unwritten, the mountain seems unending.
I’m pushing myself hard, and I don’t the results are really worth it.
100 days without sugar; 86 to go
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
Ah, rage. Rage ragey mc-rage rage. There is a marvelous unearned clarity that comes with rage. It lets you see and think in ways you didn’t get to do before. Mainly because those ways had signs on them, like ‘Go Back’, and ‘Not a Good Idea’. Rage cuts through, clarifies and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. It is, when you’re in a slump, a good thing.
Why did that sound so familiar?
I really have to update my viewing library…
I managed to learn that the MRA movement, the anti-woman movement that helped spawn the mass killing in the States is going to have an event in Maynooth in June. Ooh, the rage that comes when I hear of that. Because that is all we need, in a country where Therese Heaney gets 13,000 votes and where 800 babies are found in a mass grave, a step back for women’s rights is just WHAT WE NEED AROUND HERE!
“Jesus. Chill.”
Ahem.
Anyway, I managed to get to the pool and for some strange reason not only get through my 1500 metres but to do it in good time. So go me and all my internalised rage. I both Rock and/or Roll, so I do.
Right, so that is Day 86 nearly in the bag. Very surprised at how quickly it is going! Must make another batch of sugar free biscuits soon. This batch is very sweet, and I think it might be improved by just a grain of salt or two in the mix. Will be doing another batch soon and I will let you know how I get on.
100 days without sugar; 87 to go
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
After a difficult night’s sleep, i.e., being woken at 4.45 am with no chance to get back to sleep, it was hard work getting up and getting to the pool this morning. In fact, once I was there I found myself in the throws of a negative mood I couldn’t shift. It seemed pointless being there, pointless to even pretend I was any good. I should have stayed home and minded my son, or gone into work, or anything; anything but believe I was going to get any benefit out of this. And I’m sorry to say I gave in. I got out of the pool after only 1000 metres rather than my usual 1500 m, and slid away. And as I dried my hair, I noticed another grey hair in the mirror.
Our Author discovers another reason to despair.
And oh lord are they coming out of the wordwork today. From the somewhat insane candidate to the parent of a student to who knows what, I seem to be a lightening rod for the crazies today. Wish me luck getting home in one piece, no doubt I’ll be beside the mad people on the bus!
100 days without sugar; 91 to go.
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
Oh lord this is getting difficult. Really, really difficult. We’ve a busy week here in SILS, what with examinations and grading, interviews and a visit for an extern to prepare for. I would love nothing more than to reward myself with a biscuit or seven, to give myself that nice full feeling. Last night, Himself came home and offered me some yoghurt covered nuts, which I had to refuse. Today, I did a mere 1000 metres in the pool and have been on the go all day. I want to reward myself, and say well done, mainly because I feel I’ve earned it.
But that’s nonsense. It’s just been a busy day, I have no excuse to eat up like that. I’m not hungry, I just want my sugar rush. Well tough luck, baby, you’ll just have to get on with it.
