Short and Sometimes Sweet

There are so many things I could post about right now, so much crap in my head it's unreal. I have chosen to write about a subject I am very passionate about however. A subject I have stayed very quiet about of late. My beloved Arsenal Football Club. I have sat back and read and heard opinions galore from so called fans and non fans alike. I respect other peoples' opinions, however I do feel that some people need to have a word with themselves. The negativity coming from certain people is immeasurable. I've read some stuff that makes my blood boil. For example; If you don't go to matches week in week out you're not a 'real' fan ..........Rubbish If you do go to matches week in week out you're a mug...........................crap You can only be a real fan if you live there...............what? People sitting in armchairs know more about the team than Wenger...........dross Women don't know the offside rule.......................crap Wenger ne...

As many may know, I have a love for rugby and football. I was very much a tom boy when I was younger. Always playing with the boys. I couldn't and still can't abide bitchiness or jealousy and the lads seemed to accept me because I could kick a ball....whether it was round or egg shaped. I even made the girl's volleyball team in school. About the only time the PE teacher had any time for me. So yea, I was always picked first for football and rugby. I played in many different positions in both. Mostly defence as I was small but tough.In football I learned a few dirty tricks to keep the ball too....sly squeezing of a certain place. So I was put into goal just to keep me out of harms way! And so over the years I practiced and became quite good at goalkeeping. I loved it. My interest grew and grew. Then one day I was asked to try out for the Ireland ladies team as they trained in the field across from where I live. I was excited. However, a few days before I was due to try out I...

So here it is, Merry Christmas everybody's having fun. Except they're not. They're running around like headless chickens (or turkeys) buying crap they neither want or need, getting into debt that they'll be paying off for forever and a day. Oh yea, great laugh. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. Eating and drinking and getting nice pressies are on my list of favourite things. But it's not a "Let's get the tree up in November" kind of love. When my family were younger we used to start gathering Santa things from September onwards. And I've queued up for their latest must haves on many an occasion. But seriously people, is it necessary to be hysterically obsessed by one feast day of the year? When I was younger Christmas was a big deal in our house. Any time we were 'bold' we were told 'Santa is watching'. Something that freaked me out completely. I mean, He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows if you're awake. N...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, DASHER! no...

Not having a good day today. I can't survive without sleep and I've not had too much of that lately. So yea, my boring moany side comes out. I often get that voice inside my head (that sounds strangely like my mother's) telling me how lucky I am and how grateful I should feel, but when I'm tired and stressed I don't feel grateful at all. I learned a long time ago that it's ok to feel like this and it will pass, but sometimes I need a little help. So a chat to family and friends is good and a bit of banter helps. But I am always reminded of a special lady who helped me through so much. She had the same name as my mam but that's where the similarities ended. On one of our first meetings she gave me an excerpt from a very interesting book she was reading. I thought I would share it. "You are an artist at life and whatever you're making of it is the masterpiece you are working on. Once you begin to think from your genuine centre Once you begin to ...

Hello again. I promised myself I would try to write at least one blog a month, so here goes. It's been a very odd couple of weeks for me. My mood has been all over the place. As many people know, towards the end of the summer my eldest son moved to Spain for a year. Now we wouldn't have the usual mother/son relationship. We are great friends. But don't tell him I said that because I've always denied it, saying instead that I'm his mother and he should remember that! We also do this kind of psychic thing. He always knows what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling and vice versa. It has been proven this week that distance makes no difference! So I've been missing him a lot, and our chats, and our bitchin, and our alcohol fueled laughs. One of which lead to me literally breaking my ass in two places. Oooh the pain! As well as missing my boy, my daughter had a birthday. A special one. And she started work. So in the space of what seems like 24 hours I've g...

Wow! What a very busy and stressful couple of months I've had. I've been neglecting my blog so I think it's time I rectified that. Stress is a weird old thing, isn't it? I mean, it's something that we all do at some point isn't it? We all worry. Whether it's money, health, or other problems it happens to the best of us. We may blame others for it but ultimately we are responsible. When I get stressed a couple of things happen to me. The most frightening being panic attacks. To be completely panicked from toe to head, shaking uncontrollably, pains in my chest has to be one of the scariest things I've experienced. And believe me, I've experienced many! The thing that effects me the most though is Alopecia. Everyone who knows me recognises me by my hair. I even got recognised in the states one year because of it. After my treatment it fell out. In lumps. I was devastated. I spoke to my friend who is a hairdresser. We could have gone one of two ways. E...