Nothing much to report

It would seem that when you stay at home bugger all happens and hence there is a lack of anything of interest to report. I hope this will not be an epitaph- nothing much to report. I much prefer, "Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he's bloody annoyed". There being a sense of not completed what you set out to do. Boy do I know that feeling. But by damn I will make my professional mark and the world will take note.

I can't believe that women in previous generations slapped on a happy cheery made-up face in this situation then smiled and grinned and bore- maybe emancipation did create its own issues. Can you have a career and kids? I don't think so- luckily nothing can be hurled at me but insults and these shoulders are broad. As for burning bras- too many women shouldn't have done that for the sole reason that the damaged their knees and backs! I am trying to get rid of that image and I have just eaten.

But in amongst all this there is a sense of freedom and exploration gained from writing a blog- the world opens up and the mind just frees itself. I have even got my Dad to write one which is a glorious thing to behold. He, like me, loves politics and social commentary. He writes acerbically and observes cynically but at least he is rising above apathy. Well done Dad.

Regarding politics everyone has a view on Senator Clinton's withdrawal from the Democratic race and Senator Obama's historic nomination for president. I hope he makes it purely for change but is America ready? It is not my country so does it matter what I think when I can't vote?

So, thinking back there is something to report- we are all alive in one way or another and just have to remember that. I need to stop wallowing in self-pity and pick myself up and bloody well get on with it and make sure that my girls become strong women with a cynical nature-it will help them later.

Cookies and a movie beckon- now that is news!

Things I simply have to do:

1. Learn how to use nipple tassels to dazzling effect. As my boobs are dwindling -this is not through surgery- I better hurry up. I think it would be such a great party piece and could liven any dull meeting.

2. Become a writer of note though this is not a fine example of my literary capabilities- so I better improve my style, grammar, etc. I have perfected my Oscar acceptance speech for best adapted screenplay for my novel- a work with my dear friend Julian. I suppose I better tell him.I am not telling you the title yet either! Erotica appeals as I find it hysterical.

3. Have more patience with the kids. Practice, practice, practice.......

4. Improve my whistle technique and that can be taken as seen fit! Need a few more rolls and a greater sense of the music. Would love to play in a pub in the Gaeltacht surrounded by appreciative drunks- you know the emotional types.

5.Get my motorbike licence. Is there anything cooler than arriving to a job on a bike? No helmets do not fit the way they do in the commercials and the hair does not flow more like stick to the head. If it rains it is a bugger though and I hear the drowned rat look is not 'in' this season.

Friends

It was great to catch up with an old friend today and watch as our kids played well together. He and I have known each other since before children (BC) and I wonder how life BC and my mummy persona clash. I was the one who said I was never going to have kids and have had many people remind me of the fact.

Anyway back to the point. The older I get the more I keep in touch with friends from various stages in my life: primary school, high school, etc. Am I dwelling on the past too much wondering what might have been? Carpe diem isn't that the way it is supposed to be- I like a mix of old and new.

Some people just touch your lives and you know that you want them to be a part in your life in whatever capacity and for as long as it lasts.

The muse is not upon me tonight so I will leave this. Just wanted to say that my friends mean so much in their own special ways.