Well, a lot has happened in the past two weeks. I had a kid, she's doing well, and we're back home after spending a few days in Sligo.
Also, my Gramma Curran died on May 24th. It was a long time coming, but still a shock to the system. I've spent the days after reminiscing about the good times with my siblings, most notably, the trips to Papa Gino's and planting pennies in the garden which would sprout lollipops just in time for our next visit.
Now my Mom is here visiting and getting to spend time with her 2nd granddaughter. Already I've had time to do my hair, so I wish she could stay forever.
Otherwise, it's the usual. Not a lot of time for pretty much anything, but on the flip side, Mom brought some Milky Ways for us.
Life is good.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Things I've Learned
Things I've learned in the past few days:
1) Drugs are gooooood.
2) Never wake a sleeping baby.
3) I don't know 97% of the words to 'Hush Little Baby,' and when making them up, I found the most rhymes live in hardware stores (tarps, nails, paint, grass, etc.)
4) In a jam, 'To Be With You' by Mr. Big doubles nicely as a lullaby.
1) Drugs are gooooood.
2) Never wake a sleeping baby.
3) I don't know 97% of the words to 'Hush Little Baby,' and when making them up, I found the most rhymes live in hardware stores (tarps, nails, paint, grass, etc.)
4) In a jam, 'To Be With You' by Mr. Big doubles nicely as a lullaby.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
What's With Today?
A bus crash, a bomb scare, and an (almost) empty LUAS between Jervis and Mayor Square.
Huh?
The bus crash, I can understand. Sometimes, you just have to shake things up. The bomb threat, hmm, slightly odd, but I had no reason to go to Connolly today. But the ghost train LUAS was bizarre. Usually the LUAS at Jervis around 1:30 is crawling with people. But today, I actually got a seat. This shocked me. I thought maybe the world was coming to an end. But, I guess not, because I did not see any horsemen on my way back to the apartment.
What once was sunny is now rain. What once was warm and calm is now sort of chilly and windy. And what the hell is going on over by the Grand Canal Theatre? A green carpet? Giant photo frames?
This is all very suspect. Very suspect, indeed.
And the full moon isn't until next week.
Huh?
The bus crash, I can understand. Sometimes, you just have to shake things up. The bomb threat, hmm, slightly odd, but I had no reason to go to Connolly today. But the ghost train LUAS was bizarre. Usually the LUAS at Jervis around 1:30 is crawling with people. But today, I actually got a seat. This shocked me. I thought maybe the world was coming to an end. But, I guess not, because I did not see any horsemen on my way back to the apartment.
What once was sunny is now rain. What once was warm and calm is now sort of chilly and windy. And what the hell is going on over by the Grand Canal Theatre? A green carpet? Giant photo frames?
This is all very suspect. Very suspect, indeed.
And the full moon isn't until next week.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
An Epic Lunch
One great thing about growing up in New England is a little dish called New England Clam Chowder. Ever heard of it? It's epic in it's awesomeness.
One great thing about living in Dublin is a friend called Kim. Ever heard of her? She's epic in her awesomeness.
Combine the two.
Today, Kim brought me some lunch. Homemade New England Clam Chowder, the most delicious I've had in a very long time. And it was the greatest lunch I've ever had. I'm not even exaggerating.
Kim, thank you for being so thoughtful! Thank you for making me one of my favorite meals of all time. But more importantly, Thank you for being a friend.
One great thing about living in Dublin is a friend called Kim. Ever heard of her? She's epic in her awesomeness.
Combine the two.
Today, Kim brought me some lunch. Homemade New England Clam Chowder, the most delicious I've had in a very long time. And it was the greatest lunch I've ever had. I'm not even exaggerating.
Kim, thank you for being so thoughtful! Thank you for making me one of my favorite meals of all time. But more importantly, Thank you for being a friend.
Monday, May 09, 2011
Friday, May 06, 2011
Liz's TV Show Review
My darkest secret is that I watch a show made for teenagers. And I am 31 years old. It's on the CW network in the US, and on TG4 in Ireland. (That's the Gaelic channel!) It airs on Thursday nights in the US, probably never beats NBC's comedy lineup, but it should, just for being so great. And it's called The Vampire Diaries.
I was tipped off to it a year ago from a friend, and I was immediately hooked. Why? Because shit goes down every week. Except during the weeks where they have long, inexplicable absences from TV (like the month of March.) This show isn't messing around. Stuff happens. The plot moves along at a nice clip, unlike other shows I know about, and people get killed off left and right. Nobody is safe. And Oh My God, the dramz. Teen angst? Check. Murderous vampires? Check, check. Warewolves? Triple check. A crazy amount of themed school dances? Quadruple check. I never remember having a 60s themed dance when I was in high school, and I really feel like I missed out on something epic.
Also, it stars Ian Somerhalder aka Boone from Lost, and he's pretty easy on the eyes.
Vampire Diaries? Two very enthusiastic thumbs up.
I was tipped off to it a year ago from a friend, and I was immediately hooked. Why? Because shit goes down every week. Except during the weeks where they have long, inexplicable absences from TV (like the month of March.) This show isn't messing around. Stuff happens. The plot moves along at a nice clip, unlike other shows I know about, and people get killed off left and right. Nobody is safe. And Oh My God, the dramz. Teen angst? Check. Murderous vampires? Check, check. Warewolves? Triple check. A crazy amount of themed school dances? Quadruple check. I never remember having a 60s themed dance when I was in high school, and I really feel like I missed out on something epic.
Also, it stars Ian Somerhalder aka Boone from Lost, and he's pretty easy on the eyes.
Vampire Diaries? Two very enthusiastic thumbs up.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Liz's Movie Review
Well, we finally saw The Godfather Trilogy. And I failed to see it's appeal. Blah blah blah, mafia, blah blah blah, Italian-American families. Blah.
What I did enjoy was trying to guess the actor, because James Caan looked very young. As did Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino. What I did not enjoy was everything else. Long, convoluted plots, too much revenge, not enough comedy. And the third one, what the hell was that about? Why is the Pope there? I absolutely had Wikipedia open while watching the films, just to keep along with the plot. And because I had Wikipedia open, I was also able to check Twitter for the 9,070th time, or my email for the 15,890th time, or Google 'Diane Keaton' on a whim, to see what else she's been in besides The First Wives Club. And while we're on that tangent, what's Bette Midler up to? So, yeah, that's what happened when I watched The Godfather, Parts I, II, and III.
It should be said that Bette Midler's entire career is more interesting than the Godfather Trilogy, especially her turn in Big Business.
No, I get it, people love this trilogy. It's quoted all the time and people love it like they love their children. It's a cinematic masterpiece and won some Oscars. It's what trilogies are usually compared to, it's just that great. I, however, can think of a better trilogy. It's called Back to the Future, and it's awesome. I strongly suggest looking into it. I thought the second film was great, they really (probably) nailed life in 2015, though I'm still waiting on those microwave ovens that immediately make a Pizza Hut pizza. I'm confident that science is already on to this. We've got a lot to live up to in the next 4 years!
What I did enjoy was trying to guess the actor, because James Caan looked very young. As did Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino. What I did not enjoy was everything else. Long, convoluted plots, too much revenge, not enough comedy. And the third one, what the hell was that about? Why is the Pope there? I absolutely had Wikipedia open while watching the films, just to keep along with the plot. And because I had Wikipedia open, I was also able to check Twitter for the 9,070th time, or my email for the 15,890th time, or Google 'Diane Keaton' on a whim, to see what else she's been in besides The First Wives Club. And while we're on that tangent, what's Bette Midler up to? So, yeah, that's what happened when I watched The Godfather, Parts I, II, and III.
It should be said that Bette Midler's entire career is more interesting than the Godfather Trilogy, especially her turn in Big Business.
No, I get it, people love this trilogy. It's quoted all the time and people love it like they love their children. It's a cinematic masterpiece and won some Oscars. It's what trilogies are usually compared to, it's just that great. I, however, can think of a better trilogy. It's called Back to the Future, and it's awesome. I strongly suggest looking into it. I thought the second film was great, they really (probably) nailed life in 2015, though I'm still waiting on those microwave ovens that immediately make a Pizza Hut pizza. I'm confident that science is already on to this. We've got a lot to live up to in the next 4 years!
Monday, May 02, 2011
Waking Up to News
One thing about living in the future is that when you wake up, you've missed about 8 hours of news that has happened, and is subsequently all over Twitter. This particular morning, I woke up and my Twitter feed was dedicated to the death of Osama bin Laden.
Luckily, the people I follow on Twitter aren't the die-hard 'These Colors Don't Run!' types, so I wasn't bombarded with "USA! FUCK YEAH!" every other tweet. (This is what happens when you're a liberal from a liberal state, I suppose.)
My personal feelings on this matter are best summed up in the following quote that I'm sure you'll be seeing all over the place. Behold:
That being said, this morning's news reminds me of all the times either the SJC or I have woken up first and saw the news about a recent death. I used to wake him up to inform him that Magnum, P.I. was on, but then RTE stopped playing it in the mornings. The very first wake up news bulletin I can remember was the death of Ted Kennedy. The SJC came in to wake me up, gently, and told me that my favorite senator had passed away. Since then, we've kept each other updated on who's died, who's won a sporting event (like the World Series or the Superbowl) and all the news that's fit to print.
It's usually the SJC breaking the news to me, not the BBC or RTE, and I like it better this way. The SJC is my favorite newscaster. Sometimes I ask him about the weather (he's usually up before me). Sometimes I ask him what the haps in the whole wide world is, but usually things are pretty slow, with no crazy news happening until later in the day. And today, he woke up to me bursting into the bedroom with a toothbrush in my mouth sputtering out "Guess who died!" And then fell back asleep for another hour and a half. What a champ! And a handsome champ, if I may say so myself.
Luckily, the people I follow on Twitter aren't the die-hard 'These Colors Don't Run!' types, so I wasn't bombarded with "USA! FUCK YEAH!" every other tweet. (This is what happens when you're a liberal from a liberal state, I suppose.)
My personal feelings on this matter are best summed up in the following quote that I'm sure you'll be seeing all over the place. Behold:
I've never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure. - Mark Twain
That being said, this morning's news reminds me of all the times either the SJC or I have woken up first and saw the news about a recent death. I used to wake him up to inform him that Magnum, P.I. was on, but then RTE stopped playing it in the mornings. The very first wake up news bulletin I can remember was the death of Ted Kennedy. The SJC came in to wake me up, gently, and told me that my favorite senator had passed away. Since then, we've kept each other updated on who's died, who's won a sporting event (like the World Series or the Superbowl) and all the news that's fit to print.
It's usually the SJC breaking the news to me, not the BBC or RTE, and I like it better this way. The SJC is my favorite newscaster. Sometimes I ask him about the weather (he's usually up before me). Sometimes I ask him what the haps in the whole wide world is, but usually things are pretty slow, with no crazy news happening until later in the day. And today, he woke up to me bursting into the bedroom with a toothbrush in my mouth sputtering out "Guess who died!" And then fell back asleep for another hour and a half. What a champ! And a handsome champ, if I may say so myself.
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