thefirstcaro: (garfield loves doctor who night)
The last week has been a bit manic because not only did my cousin arrive last Sunday from Boston but we also had to prepare for my cousin's out of town wedding and make the final arrangements about the pet-sitter who was going to mind Rosie and the Six.
I'm behind on a lot of things because of having to entertain my cousin D. Not that I'm complaining, she's here, naturally she has to taken care of, otherwise what's the point. But it seemed everytime I tried to sit down and check my email, we were off somewhere else. The google alerts are in the triple figures! Yikes!

The wedding was held in Mulraney, Co. Mayo. It's about a two hour drive from our house and the hotel my cousin and his fiancée - excuse me, now she's his wife - picked was beautiful. It was just across the road from a lovely beach and the restaurant duly deserved all the accolades it's gotten the past year. Our particular reservation package included three breakfasts and two evening meals so we got to eat there twice. I think I want to marry the executive chef there. Mealtimes would never be boring.
The wedding went really well. The church was three minutes walk from the hotel and the priest was very relaxed and joked with everyone and during the rehearsal, he told the couple what they'd be doing, where to stand and all that, and all he kept saying was to take their time and enjoy it and not worry, that he'd guide them through and give everyone who was participating in the ceremony a nod and mention them by name when it came time for them to take part. I did a prayer of the faithful myself and to be honest, the only thing I was worried about was that I was going to end up falling flat on my face walking on the altar in my new shoes with the three inch heels that I only broke in the day before! Well, really I'm minding six pups so heels of any kind are not the best choice when your ankles are under constant attack from furry creatures determined to chew everything in sight! Plus there's the whole piddle patrol thing.

The Six have grown the past few days. The pet sitter did a great job taking care of them, I was very impressed with her. But it's like my babies have grown into toddlers all of a sudden. Toddlers who like to push each other around and try to eat one another's faces when they're not attacking shoelaces and teaching dusters exactly who's boss. Be prepared for a lot of "WWWWAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! MY BABIES ARE ALL GONE!!!!" type posts when they're re-homed. They're seriously off their heads but I love them to bits and really enjoy their company, even when I'm having to gently reprimand them for thinking my thumb is a chew toy. 
Actually one of them appeared to be trying to draw blood from my shin this evening. I think they might be part terrier,part vampire. I'm going to take them into the garden tomorrow and see if any of them sparkle. How many do I need for a baseball team? Will six do?
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I've been busy the last few weeks, not with anything particularly big or pressing (except the Six but apart from keeping them clean, dry and warm, they've been pretty low maintenance) but just with things that had to be done or errands I'd run for my mother because now I can do that kind of thing. I also found a really good butchers in town - we had cocktail sausages, rashers and chips for dinner last Saturday and they were scrumilicious! Yesterday's fillet steak wasn't too bad either. So yay for good purveyors of fresh meat products.

As well as that, I got to see The Incredible Hulk twice - so much love! So of course, I had to order the TV series boxset for season 4. It has the two part episode "Prometheus", which I always remembered seeing on television back in the day but had no idea how it resolved itself. Basically a meteor crashes to earth and David Banner goes to check it out, thinking something has crashed and people might need help. But the meteor contains gamma radiation (oh noes!) so when he hulks out upon stumbling into a hornet's nest and goes to the cabin of the blind woman he'd rescued from drowning, his metamorphosis back goes pear shaped and he's stuck half way! What are the odds, people, what are the odds?! Watching the various seasons, it strikes me that he seemed to end up with some of the most hysterical women roaming about North America at the time. The blind woman gets all whiny and likes to shriek at things, which, fair enough, she's recently blinded and having trouble coping, but her constant "David? David? DAVID?!!!" gets annoying very quickly. Plus she's very handsy and starts groping David Banner in a way that made me wonder just how blind she was. Ending up in situations that make a man change into a green creature who goes about tearing the place up probably would test the mettle of even the best of us, I'll grant you, but remember, this is a man who hulks out over having to deal with the most unhelpful operator in the history of the telephone exchange and not having enough change to make another call.  It's sad then that when David Banner does meet a woman who fails to freak out entirely at what he becomes when enraged, it does not end well. Woes. That end credit music is well chosen. The lonely man indeed.
David Banner would probably do well to meet up with Wesley Gibson in Wanted. He'd have no time to register anger at anything because Wesley and Fox would just zoom in and shoot the shit out of everyone. That was a very enjoyable film, I have to say. So much fun. The evening after that, I took myself off to see The Escapist with Brian Cox and Damien Lewis. Damien Lewis only has a small part in it but he's creepy and dangerous nonetheless. It's a good film, Brian Cox puts in an excellent performance as the prisoner putting together an escape plan.
Last night, we went to see Prince Caspian.  I haven't read the books since I was in fifth class, I was about ten or eleven and I would read them at lunchtime, having borrowed them from the class library. I can't say I was mightily taken with them. I distinctly remember being unimpressed with the final book. So it didn't bother me or even register with me what they'd changed or added in. I thought Ben Barnes was very fine looking, I must say, and I really thought he did the accent a lot better than I've heard done in other films. We were very entertained. There wasn't many at the screening though. We went to the 9.35pm show and I had already gotten the tickets (just in case) and insisted we be there by 9.10 at the very latest in case it was busy. When we (my cousin Seamus and me) arrived, the previous screening was about five minutes away from the end and three other people were sitting outside waiting to go in. But it gave Seamus more time to stand in line and buy the munchies so all to the good.

The other big excitement was the Doctor Who episode: The Stolen Earth. I was on the end of my seat the entire time and I believe the words "Jesus, Mary & Joseph!" escaped my lips at the end, despite my best attempts to be a good Catholic. My mother was watching in the other room and came barging in demanding to know "what the fuck is going on?! why didn't you tell me that was going to happen?!" and that's when I re-educated her as to the concept of being spoiler free! For about five minutes, we could only speak in shocked high pitched voices which meant my grandmother started to freak out thinking that was something bad was going down that we weren't telling her. When I told her it was about aliens on the television, I'm surprised she didn't punch me, she was that disgusted. Heh. So of course, my mother and I had to spend Saturday night and most of Sunday coming up with theories as to what is going to happen next. If we paid as much attention to what's going on in the world, we'd be dynamos for social change.

I managed to make my DVD player region free which was very exciting. If you're us, that is. Now all I need is some Region 1 DVD's. Actually what I need is somewhere to store the DVD's I already have. This house was not built with my future DVD and book collections in mind back in the 1940's. Someone really dropped the ball on that one!
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Last night I went out to dinner with some of my cousins. It was a joint birthday celebration as two of us have birthdays the same week. Earlier in the day, there was some confusion between me and the birthday boy via text when I realised he had the wrong time for dinner and he proceeded to get pissy with me over it (though he later told me he'd just been jesting, uh-huh). I spelt it out for him that I had suggested the time as the restaurant had two sittings and the later one seemed a bit too late but had said that it could be changed if anyone had a problem. As nobody replied, I went ahead with the booking. He was all, oh that was four weeks ago, how am I supposed to remember that and I thought you knew I finished work late on a Saturday. I nearly rang him and told him to forget the whole thing at that point. I didn't but I did get that feeling of 'I was only trying to do something nice and get out for dinner, I was not looking to make a dramatic production out of it starring people who were quite happy to have me do all the work and then not bother to even reply when I made the arrangements'.

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I have to say, Rosie is a brilliant mum. I had wondered if, being so young herself, she'd manage to take care of them but she took it all in her stride. I slept downstairs last night and when I woke, she had peed a little but it's timber floor and easy clean. So when I saw her get out of the box and go towards the door, I let her out immediately and she did what she had to down the garden. When I was having my breakfast, she rambled over to see what was on the menu but left as soon as the pups squeaking got louder. Once she had them settled, she came back to sniff some tid-bits. Then she chowed down on her food and went for a short walk into the living room to greet my aunt and my mother. She's in good from and likes a bit of petting from us before going back in to tend to her brood.
I'm letting her dictate how long we stay in the garden and where she wants to go. It's so hard to believe the Six aren't even 24 hours old yet!
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We are now the proud co-parents of six puppies. I think we're done. At least, I hope we are for all our sakes! There was a gap between Five and Six, the others came out pretty swiftly after one another. Rosie mustn't have felt she had enough room in the box with the other five because she came out of the box, to my surprise - I had no idea what she was going to do - and she gave birth right there in front of me. Then Six got picked up by Rosie and joined its siblings in the box. Apart from the odd squeak, they're quiet enough. I'm going to sleep down here in the living room for tonight, just to be on the safe side.
We're all tired out now but I feel I need to watch the last episode of North and South as a sort of unwinding, end to the days events kind of thing. That reminds me, I bought Cranford in town today and it has only one disc when it clearly states two on the box and has two disc holders in the box. I have the receipt so I'll be going back tomorrow to sort it out.
I got to vote in the Lisbon Referendum as well. I was gone about fifteen minutes - the polling station is just down the road - and by the time I got back, Rosie had popped out number Four. No bother to her!

Photos will follow in the morning.
thefirstcaro: (superman returns icon 1)
The last week or so have been busy enough now. My cousin Ray, who's home from Australia with his wife and two kids for a vacation, came to visit one afternoon and I ended up entertaining the two girls, aged 2 and 6, on my grandmother's chair lift. They got a real kick of going up and down though at one point, the two year old started getting all excited and jumping up and down in her seat. Good thing I had her severely buckled in. Last Sunday, we invited them, his mum Sheila and his sister and her kids in for Sunday lunch. We got most of what we needed on Saturday but Sunday morning, my mother had a crisis and decided we mightn't have enough and went and bought more food.We were only having salad and cold meats with potatoes and rolls because we wanted something filling but not something that we'd be all day in the kitchen cooking or slaving over. Sunday was a warm day anyway. The kids loved the ice-cream for dessert and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.
We had a lot of food left over though but it worked out fine because I'd planned to get together with one of my friends and have a DVD day. We used to do that when we were in college, get food, a stack of munchies and watch DVD's, particularly the bad ones that we could snark loudly about. I held the mini soiree in my grandmother's house because we could make as much noise as we wanted and not have some old woman complaining i.e. my grandmother. It was a fun afternoon. We ended up watching Point Break, Dracula 2001 and The 13th Warrior. The snark was mighty.

In other news, I'm going back as a Brownie leader in September. I met Catherine, the woman I used to be a Ranger leader with about ten years ago and she's now doing Brownies. I had been thinking of going back for a while and I just met her by chance on the street the other week and we got to talking and she mentioned about how she'd be the only leader come September and she wasn't much looking forward to doing it all on her own. When I said I'd be interested if she wanted me, she jumped at the suggestion. Yay! I hadn't seen her since before I got sick. Funny how things work out. Catherine is really nice and easy to work with. Some leaders can be very power hungry. It's not about doing things with the kids, it's all about them doing things their way and don't even bother to suggest some new activities for the kids because your input is not required. Then when they "retire" from active guiding, they still stay on all the committees and block all suggestions by younger members who leave because why stay on if that's the way they're treated. Then all you hear is bitching about how there's no young members on the committees and about membership being down. Vicious circle. Sad but not uncommon, I reckon, in many organisations.

The other big news of the week is that Rosie is pregnant. Due in about 1 - 2 weeks, according to the vet this morning. So she was pregnant when we got her. I took her for her second set of shots and the vet was examining her and asked a few questions and suggested a pregnancy scan. There will be puppies!
What is it though about us that whenever anything like this happens, it's always when we have planned to go somewhere. Like my mother and me going to Waterford the weekend after next for my birthday. Rosie will be at home with the family - will she have had them by then? Will she be having them as we go out the door? Should we cancel? I don't know. And also, there's my cousin's wedding in July. Will the pups be thriving by then, enough to give them to good homes? Or do we ask the woman who is pet sitting Rosie that weekend to take on pups as well or find someone new? Or do I stay home? Which I don't mind but at the same time, I think that's a bit of  slap in the face to the family that I don't go and I'd really like to. I don't want to miss out on all the fun. Maybe I should carry the pups with me in a basket or backpack and any odd noises they make, I can say 'oh that's just my ostomy bag' and there'll be no more questions. Plus my dress is a bit big on top (I have to get it adjusted) so I could always shove two of them down there.
Best to play it by ear I suppose. We'll still in a bit of shock here actually. This was a completely unplanned (for us) pregnancy!
thefirstcaro: (reading books)
I finished reading Twilight and I told a friend about it and now she wants to see the crazy for herself. I am only too happy to oblige because I am a good friend. My mother remarked the other night that if I had spent as much time on my English courses in my degree year as I have spent analysing this book, I would have gotten much higher grades. I ignored her. But she's right. All I am going to say is that if a person wants to read a YA coming of age story about a girl and a boy with supernatural undertones then I would point them towards The Changeover by Margaret Mahy. It's been one of my favourite books since I read it as a teenager and if you want a guy who's an outsider who is different with a hint of danger, then look no further than Sorry Carlisle. It's well written, has very believable characters and doesn't make you want to slap anybody or roll your eyes. As far as I know, none of her books have been filmed which is a pity because there's a wealth of stories there. But considering how Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising fared, she's probably better off.

In other news, I've started taking Rosie on walks twice a day. She still won't do anything for us down the garden but she does plenty on our walks. She's very good on the lead and doesn't mind other dogs when we're out. Rosie also conks out in her crate when we come home from walking. I do be tired myself, I must admit. By the time the summer is over, between walking Rosie and my mother sending me off on errands all of which involve me walking up and down our steep hill a few times a day, I should have my fitness well back. And no harm. I'm tired of nearly falling in the door with the sweat pouring out of me. I know it's gotten warmer the last few days but I really shouldn't be looking and feeling like I've just done a marathon. My hair is thinning out too. There are ribs of my hair falling everywhere. The joke in the house is that it's not the dog that's shedding hair, it's me. My mother is wondering if it would just be easier to hoover me everyday and save us the trouble of doing the house. She's so funny - not!
They just never tell you in the hospital about how the surgery and the general detoxing from all the medication I'm no longer on is going to affect a person. From what I've read, it'll take the best part of a year before I'm back to rights internally because there's a gap there now. According to a friend of mine who did sports science and physiotherapy in college and knows a hell of a lot about anatomy, the usual thing is for nerves and other organs to shift slightly so my body shape will change as well. She also said I shouldn't be too worried about minor twinges or sensations around that area because that's just the body sorting itself out. Again, not anything they tell you about! Good thing I'm not a hypochondriac.

I went to see Speed Racer today and I really enjoyed it. It's one of the more entertaining films I've seen in a long time. I never saw the cartoon and knew nothing about it, save what I'd read linked on various sites and blogs. As we were leaving the screen, I heard two kids behind me saying how they wanted to see it again, real excited like. Bless.

The weather is supposed to be good until the weekend when we'll see the return of rain. It's been so nice the past week, I really hope this isn't the end of it. Last summer was just awful. Humid and wet. Very annoying weather for trying to get anything done.
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Well now, let's see. The other day I got a card in the post from the owners of the cat I brought to the vet, thanking me for taking care of him. I had left my name and address with the vet so fair play to them for having the presence of mind to ring round looking for him. I probably wouldn't have thought of the vets if my cat had gone missing, most likely, I'd have just checked out the animal sanctuary or the pound. So I'm glad that they know and aren't desperately sitting at home waiting and wondering what happened to him, though I am very sorry for their loss. 

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So now let's see. What's happened since I last posted.

Well, my mother was a bit perturbed at first that I'd exposed her RA love and Robin Hood hate on the internets. Then she decided it was cool and giggled away to herself. When I told her she wasn't alone in Robin Hood hate, she was well pleased. And she's just sorry [profile] scarlettfish doesn't live closer so the two of them could watch episodes of Doctor Who with Rose in them.

In the last couple of weeks, my mother and I went to the First Communion celebration dinner of one of my second cousin's.  He'd be the son of my first cousin so I think that's right.  It was in a hotel we hadn't been to before and the food was lovely. There was about thirty people invited and there were other dinner parties with kids so the hotel had laid on a clown to go around and make swords and things out of balloons to entertain them. Also included in the party was a girl who'd been in my class in secondary school and who was always a good friend of my cousin. So it was nice catching up with her and meeting her husband and two kids.
Then the following day, we went to the christening of another cousin's daughter. She's a beautiful baby. There were about five babies to be christened at the Church and I got to say, it was like a production line. The priest was cranky and he completely blanked one young couple, who looked like they might have been on the lower end of the social scale. Now they were very nice, well dressed but he addressed all his remarks to the corner opposite to where they were, barely looked at where they were sitting and announced their baby's name with much distaste. Frankly, I would have lamped him if it were me and the mother looked to be in her early twenties and she was obviously upset. We felt very sorry for her, her baby's day being ruined like that. The dinner after that was in a new restaurant and the food was gorgeous.
Myself and my mother noticed that on my father's side of the family, which is the side the cousin's having the events are on, seem to be split into two groups and we're the only ones that seem to bridge the two groups and we seem to get invited to almost everything going on. But there's one cousin who never gets invited to anything and frankly, it's a mystery because you couldn't get nicer than him. It's all very odd.
I went to an Illeostomy Association meeting in Castlebar at the weekend. The talks were interesting and some of the ostomy companies had stands and were giving out free samples of their wares. I got a few things that will definitely make taking care of the stoma easier and they're available on the medical card too which is excellent.

I got to see There Will Be Blood finally before it left the cinema and I was dead impressed with Daniel Day Lewis. I don't think the film would have had the same power without his performance and it might have been damn near unwatchable without him. Then we went to see 27 Dresses. I knew what kind of film I was going to and usually I enjoy them but this time not so much. I'm not a Katherine Heigl hater by any means but I think it was just the kind of dramatic shortcuts the film took to make the heroine's plight all that more poignant. And I was a bit distracted by the way the actress playing Jane's sister kept wagging her head about when she was acting, particularly when she was emoting towards the end. I found it a bit odd.
I usually love romantic comedies, bit of escapism, something easy to watch but I think my tolerance for them might have been removed along with my colon. Oops.

I bought a lovely black wrap dress from Next.ie for the wedding, but it didn't fit right, so I'm having to go for the next size up. It was way too tight around the stoma anyway and didn't camouflage the bag in any way. That's not quite the look I'm going for. Anyway, if the bigger size is too loose around the bust, I'll just bring it to a dressmaker and get it altered so everything fits right.
And in other stoma related news, I don't have to go back to surgical outpatients for three months. Go me!
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Yesterday, I took me out of the house for a stroll down town, all part of my "get out of the house and get some fresh air and exercise" regime. I really just browsed  in a few shops and bought a few magazines, one of which was Vogue. That thing is bloody heavy! It nearly knocked the stuffing out of me carrying it around! I still is a bit of a weakling, it seems. I ended up going into McDonalds for a treat and a place to sit and get my breath back and my mother met me and carried the bag of magazines home for me. Naturally I got a bit of a lecture for buying something heavy like that in the first place when I'm healing but it had to be done. My cousin's wedding is coming up in July and I need to find something to wear. This will be a classy wedding, without a doubt.  Wedding outfits will be carefully chosen and hidden away for fear of giving away anything to anyone else. In fact, I overheard two of my aunts talking about they're eschewing bigger department stores like Brown Thomas for smaller boutiques in the county just in case someone buys the same dress as them! Oh noes!
I've accepted the fact that I will not have lost enough weight by the time the wedding rolls around to fit into any of the dresses I have in my wardrobe. Plus it's doubtful that any of those dresses would fit comfortably around the stoma and probably d up enexaggerating the bag. So I'm thinking about getting an A-line or empire line dress, if I can find one, or I might get one made. Just need to find a dressmaker. And a pattern. And material. Yeah, it's time my strolls around the shops had some actual purpose to them. That's one of the reasons I bought Vogue and a few other magazines, to see what was out there fashion wise. I haven't paid much heed to style over the past few years, there wasn't much point as I wasn't going anywhere.
I also got soaked when I was coming home. It absolutely poured and as I was half way home, there was nowhere for me to run into. It got really stormy last night too. Today wasn't much better. I'm enjoying the second Forsyte Saga book. I started watching Kingdom of Heaven, the 4 disc directors extended version. I quite like that film. My mother and I watched The Baker with Damien Lewis yesterday. It's a great laugh, we thoroughly enjoyed it.

In other news, I want to get a cat. I miss having a pet around the place, I really do. I miss having something furry to look after and to play with and to run after when it looked like something was going to pee or crap in the corner. I still want to get a dog later on but right now, I'd love a cat. I haven't had a cat in years. We live on a terraced street, near a main road and our last cat got run over. That broke my heart. So my mother said no more cats. Only now I suggested having an indoor cat, which is easier than it was before because...well mainly because my mother didn't want an indoor cat back then.  And my mother is okay with the idea but before I can get one, I have to find someone who would be able to take care of the cat when we go away for weekends. Not that we'll be heading off every weekend but we are going to Waterford in June for my birthday, there is that wedding in July which is out of town (and everyone we know will be at it) and we'll be going away again in September. So if I want to wait until September, she'll get me a cat and dog the same week. I just don't know if I can wait that long. I've always had a pet around and I miss it. I BLOODY WELL MISS IT!
I love animals, I like having them around and now I'm feeling better and while I mightn't be able to give a dog all it needs right now, I could well cope with a cat. I'm thinking of asking one of my dad's sisters if she'd be willing to be a cat minder for me. She loves animals too. Right now, she has 'adopted' about five stray cats that used to hang around her back garden and feeds them and two of them let her pet them now. But I'm worried it might sound cheeky for me to do that.  I even said to my mother I'd forgo going to the wedding if I thought it would get me a cat quicker but she told me that if I stay home, my grandmother stays home with me. Screw that plan so! Also, my mother has an evil streak!
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...the nurse was here today to change the dressing and one of the wounds is now completely closed. CLOSED!!!! Join me in a sedate, but nonetheless excited, happy dance why don't you?! The other wound is on the way to closing as well. So yay! Hooray for progress.

We are also going to my aunt Noreen's in Dundalk this weekend, being St. Patrick's weekend and bank holiday one at that.  Well, other people are always taking off for bank holidays so why shouldn't we? And also, it was March 16th last year that those crippling pains - the ones that would start in the evening and last until the next morning - started and being a trifle superstitious about such things, I would like to firmly put the lid on that cycle by creating new memories and being somewhere else this year. So we're heading off about lunchtime on Friday, me, my mother and my grandmother. Some people here thought we were leaving Momo behind. Which is an option of course but she'd be like a bitch the entire weekend. She may be old but if she thought we were off enjoying ourselves in Noreen's while she was left behind, she'd make whoever stayed with her miserable. And suicidal. Not to mention homicidal. So as much as she may say she doesn't like Dundalk, she wants to be in the centre of things so she'll go. Besides, she can have the back seat of the car to herself and can lie down quite comfortably when she wants.  We've done it before albeit about five/six years ago but judging by her shouting and banging last night, there's plenty of life left in her yet.

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