Just had a very nice weekend.

My friends (Lil and bendy, pictured left) have just moved into together in Dun Laoghaire. As Jamie was away for the weekend and I hadn’t seen Lil and Bendy in a while, so I decided to vist them on Saturday.

They have a lovely little apartment and a very nice view. In the afternoon we went up to Johnny Fox’s, where we had lunch and very many drinks. The view from the Wicklow mountains (pictured right) is really nice. It’s so easy to forget that even though we’re in Dublin city, we’re still not too far away from some beautiful country side.

Anyway in the end Brendan was stuck in a car with drunk Hilary and Lil, not always easy to cope with in confined spaces. But he survived – bless him

On Sunday morning Bendy made pancakes for breakfast (you come for the view, you stay for breakfast). I made it home without being crushed by the millions of Rugby fans around and watched Ireland not win the game against England – ah well, there’s alays the World Cup!!!

Our friend Mike (yes the one who complains to people when their new Blog site isn’t up to his standard) is coming to stay next weekend. We’re all going to do some much deserved middle-of-the-day drinking (again!). Hopefully the weather will be nice!!

Proposing Marriage!

Recently myself and Jamie have been having many discussions about marriage, proposals, weddings, etc. I have to admit they are ALL initiated by me. I have developed a feeling of urgency about getting married that I can’t quite explain. I mean I know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, I love him completely – so what’s the rush? (any psychiatrists out there are welcome to offer an opinion – in the meantime, I’m chalking it up as a chick thing).

It’s so sad, I’ve even asked Jamie to marry me (about 7 times now). He hasn’t refused point blank he’s just not ready. I really should stop asking though – he’s a traditional guy and he wants to do the proposing, so I’m never going to get a yes, I’m just annoying him. It’s going to be a quarter way through the year resolution (sionce I didn’t make any New Years ones.

Anyway, as part of my marriage/proposal obsession I searched Google for How to Propose Marriage. Why not, you can get everything there these days? I came up with one interesting site. This guy is offering advice to his brother, on how to propose to his girlfriend, some of it is just weird but some of it is nice. I particularly like the first one. So for anyone thinking of popping that question, you should have a look at that page.

Friends in need indeed!

My friend Mike (see you got mentioned!) was being ever so nice to me after hearing the news that I was going for the snip (my tonsils!!!) and pointed me here.

However, it wasn’t really out of the goodness of his heart (it started off with him complaining that he can’t comment on my blog – I am now working to remedy that). He wanted to mock me over some of the good Doctors advice. Mike particularly found the following hilarious:

How long should you take off work? If you have a desk job, you may be ready to go back after a week to 10 days. If physical exertion is part of your work, I would be much more cautious than this. This also applies to resumption of daily activities. Anything that might tend to increase your blood pressure (exercise, strenuous chores, sex, and so forth) could cause a hemorrhage. Once again, discuss these issues in detail with your surgeon.

What Mike found particularly funny was the fact that sex is not a daily chore. Now in our house…. well I don’t like to brag…. anyway for confimration of what I’m slyly trying to hint at here, talk to Jamie.

I haven’t posted in a while. The reason for this is that I got a headcold (which by the way developed into a respitory tract infection – damn tonsils! – more on that later) and I was out of work for a week.

Headcolds are terrible things and they’re made worse by the fact that there’s no cure. You know, it doesn’t matter how attractive you are, once you have a headcold you’re gross. It’s like your head is liquifying and its going to escape through any orifice it can find. Runny eyes, runny nose, heavy head with some voices in the background, going slightly deaf, pains [some of these symptoms may be associated with other problems].

Anyhoo, while spending a week of sleeping, taking pills and loosing my liquifying head contents, a thought suddenly struck me…. In order to ease the pressure on the sinuses couldn’t we approach them like a blocked toilet. What we need is a “Nose Plunger” – a little device that attaches to the nose and with one push removes the blockage and allows your nose to empty in one easy movement with no huffing and blowing or dry skin around your nose.

I think its a pretty good idea.

It’s Paddy’s weekend (St Patrick’s Day is Monday)

We’ve got friends visiting. It’ll be fun, but its going to one of those weekends where you try to do everything, meet up with all the friends you haven’t seen in a while. If you don’t hear from me for a while you can take that I’ve died (or just gone missing – I should really cut out the melo drama).

Tonsils are still hanging on!

I went to see the throat specialist today because recently I’ve been having problems with my throat with infections and tonsillitis. Basically, my right tonsil is unusually large and this worried my GP. She wanted an expert to have a look at them (what a thing to be an expert in – tonsils….)

So off I went to specialist and he’s going to have my tonsils whipped out – for diagnostic purposes. That is, they want to perform a biopsy on my right tonsil so they’re taking the whole lot out. I’m getting a two for one really – we’re going to take youe right tonsil out, so we’ll take the left one out while we’re in there. I get two weeks off work after the op!!

I told everyone at work that I wanted to get my left tonsil in a jar and put it on my desk. This is the end of life as my tonsils have previously known it and Lefty’s been a little trooper (little being the operative word here). No one at work really liked that idea?

Did you know that adult tonsillectomies are really painful. Don’t know why that is but it seems alittle unfair if you ask me. And I could bleed to death in the two weeks I’m recuperating at home. God bless Jamie, but he’s no Florence Nightingale. I could die!!!! Children can have the operation done as day surgery - lucky bastards!

Anyway I’ll keep you posted as to my progress, pre- and post-op.

So, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I attract rain and paper cuts. I will proababubbly survive but am very afraid of the files on my desk that need dealing with. Some hypnosis therapy wouldn’t go astray here.

Another lovely Spring day but I tell you there’s a big rain proof hat in my bag.

Tomorrow I’ll come in wearing gloves tomorrow and then I’ll be able to fend off all my foes.

Another papercut. On the knuckle.

Ouch!

I suppose, if I were to look at the Silver Lining of this Oh! so wet cloud – at least I don’t attract lightening

I attract rain!

It’s a fact. Ireland is a wet country – I don’t think I’ll get any disagreements with that but it seems that as long as I am indoors the sun will shine.

The weather report on the radio this morning said it would be a wet day. I looked out the window to see the sun shining and the birds singing. It was, to my mind, a beautiful Spring day. So I left hats and umbrellas at home and off I went. There was a light drizzle as I headed to the office.

At lunch time I decided to nip out to the bank. It looked dry and I thought I’d make it before the rain came. By the time I got outside the door, there might as well have been a little guy standing above me emptying a bottomless bucket over my head.

Now, I’m back at the office and the sun is splitting the rocks. It is, by all visual accounts, a wonderful Spring day agian. I on the other hand, am cold and damp. I look like a drowned rat and am clutching my cup of coffee for warmth – I am not happy.

I am the Rain King.