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Little story I heard today which amused me. A local woman decided, for some fun, to invite round a few people for the morning of the impending Royal Wedding. She designed "invitations" stating that William and Kathryn requested the pleasure etc. putting her own address on the bottom. She duly sent them to her Mum, sisters and Aunts. Her Mum phoned her other sister, saying she had received a wedding invitation but a) had not idea who William and Kathryn were and b) was a bit put out that her husband had not been invited !....Lovely.

My Lenten avoidance of Liquor has been going very well but twice now I have had an acute desire for a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The interesting thing is that these two incidents ,occurred exactly one week apart...to the hour ! According to the deep longing in me, I have a craving for wine at 6.00 every Sunday evening ! I expected the urge to be there when I was out with the girls the other night or on St. Patricks Day, or even around 8.00 on a Friday but no, my hour of temptation is at tea time on the day of rest. Why ? Is it to numb the impending Monday feeling ? Is it due to some built in hormonal clock ? No, I have realised it can be put down to sport....yes Sport ! On Sundays, quite regularly, GASP goes to a place I call GASPland. In this land he is single, childless and about 26 years old. In this land, when we visit his Mum after mass, he sits at the end of her table and reads the Pat Spillane column in the trashy newspaper, she gets, so that he does not need to. He lifts his hea

OMG he is on his way to Ireland. Barack Obama will come here the same month as my birthday ( May) . He will visit Moneygall, where his great great great grandfather ( a shoemaker called Kearney) is from. In the 2006 census Moneygall had a church,5 shops, a post office, a garda station and two pubs. It now only has one pub so guess which bar I am planning on sitting in for most of the month of May !The population of Moneygall was 298 in 2006 but I am guessing will have risen considerably since and is about to quadruple. It is just over the Tipperary border in Offaly , so just up the way from Borrisokane, where I happen to have some very dear friends ....I may be calling !I am thinking about just sending him a wee note asking if he'd like to come round for some lemon cake and decaf tea, but I would happily stuff a bird for Barack. I'd pull off a leg for him, but he looks like a thigh man to me........ooooooh bring it on !

So last night I had the pleasure of a night out in Newly Single's house with the FA, the Queen of Baking and the Blonde. Newly Single is now in fact one year single, so I may have to consider renaming her. She provided the curry, and myself and the Queen provided dessert, mine being glorious Trifle and hers Chocolate Buns decorated with green icing spelling out Happy St. Patricks Day !....brilliant. The truly astounding thing about them, apart from the fact that they tasted divine, was that credit for the sponge was given to none other than Betty Crocker !!!!I managed to keep to my Lenten promise and stuck to sparkling water, as did the FA but the other 3did their damndest to drink on our behalf, leading to a point when the blonde tried to pour a bottle of wine with the screw top still on. The conversation avoided all truly important issues and dealt mainly with the trivial, entertaining and downright rude....just for a change. Much mirth was gleaned from the Queen recounting a sto

A book entitled " What Men Think About Apart from Sex" sold out on ebay today bringing it to the top of the bestsellers list. This 200 page book proved particularly popular with a group of Oxford students, who bought it to use as a notebook.....because all 200 pages were BLANK !The author is apparently considering a follow up with " What Women Think About Apart from Sex". My feeling is that this will, in fact, be an encyclopedia. All members of the male sex should by law be made to buy it, read it and memorise topics from the encyclopedia so that ,on a Saturday night, they have some chance of engaging their wife/girlfriend in a conversation other then "fancy a ****" . I realised though, that if men truly think about sex so much, we need, as a female race, to come up with a system for managing their wants and desires so I have invented the "window of opportunity technique". This complex "sexual management and coital kibosh" ( SMACK ) t

International Women's day today coincides with Pancake Tuesday.Coincidence.....I DON'T THINK SO ! Some git thought it would be a great joke to celebrate us,while reminding us of our place in society ! I vowed yesterday that I was going to buy pancakes, hot off the griddle in the local Supervalu, much to GASP's horror. I was further hindered in my plan when my eldest son advised me that his teacher was bringing in pancakes. OK,so now I am competing with my mother in law and a gorgeous young Junior Infant teacher.....what did I do......put four ounces of flour in a bowl and battered it ! As with every pancake Tuesday I make half the amount of batter I actually need, as GASP's personal choice for think American type pancakes uses alot of batter, leaving none for BMM's ultra thin crepe preference. Uncle next door had two sent over in tinfoil,hot off the pan and eldest son practised flipping his on a plate until he consumed it with a few bits of dirt off the floor, cover

Huge apologies fans. Having checked, I have failed to supply you with an update on my life since January 24th.....disgraceful. I vow to make far more regular contributions, as part of a heavy Lenten campaign. I have simultaneously, for the first time ever (and quite possibly the last) decided to give up the drink. GASP, a teetotaller, obviously think that drink improves my hum our or state of mind, as he is not keen that I desist from my Sauvignon Blanc, and has asked that I reconsider. Needless to say, certain friends of mine......all my friends will have a similar opinion but I am going to have a go, in the knowledge that, Easter Monday, I will be hungover ! So what have I been up to ? I don't think we need to bridge the gap between Jan 24th and now so will go back a mere 72 hours to THE SHOE PARTY. Maxi, friend of the Mad One, very kindly invited me to her house on Friday night last for said party. It has the makings of a great night as it combined girls, drink and shoes....what