I predict this goes Viral!

High-larious.

Saw this go up on Republic of Telly last night. When I checked it our on YouTube it had 316 views... It has about 16,000 now.

Lyrics are very clever, and has to be said - It has a good little beat to it.

Up, up and away?

Wrote this on April 22 2011, between the hours of 2.30 and 3.50pm, on a plane from London Gatwick to Dublin.

Airports – Aren’t they just the most happening spots in the entire world? I mean, think about it… When someone makes a significant trip in his or her life, it usually involves an airport. Dramatic decisions – often made in an airport. Big soppy reunions – Airport, baby! Don't even get me started on thoose life-altering cavity searches... That said I’m not saying that every single Tom, Dick and Harriet that goes to the airport is about to embark an adventure that would put Indiana himself to shame. After all, I am the perfect example of that. Today, I am heading home to Dublin for the Easter break and I have nothing overly exciting lined up at all, at all – That said I think the airport is an uber interesting and thought provoking spot, particularly if like me, you are an avid people-watcher.

Who is he? Why does she look sad? What in God’s name is that person’s story???? I need to know!

A rude air hostess has told me (not asked) to close my laptop as we are about to land.

I'd best do what she demands.

Don't you just HATE rudies?

TO DO list!

Things to do while off work and back in Dublin -

1. Write blog posts

2. Write more blogposts

3. Bake a cake for my mother - Recent episode of Desperate Housewives has inspired me to go for an pineapple upside-down cake

4. Gym it up - Thanks to my pal Noel Cowman at MUGYM in Malahide, I have full access to the place while i'm home

5. Bring Reggie for walk / let Reggie bring me for a walk

6. Visit Nanny and bring slice of pineapple upside-down cake

7. Visit Maevo in work and go for lunch

8. Bring mom to the Happy Pear (my favourite place to go for lunch in Ireland)

9. Dye my hair blonde - brown is boring me

10. Read more docs on G.Bay Wikileaks via guardian.co.uk - insanely interesting

11. Clear out wardrobes in my 'old' room - hurts to say that....

12. Morning yog!

13. Pop-up restaurant / Cinema for special viewing of Heat with my very talented photographer friend, Johnny MacMillan

14. Master how to get more traffic to my blog

15. Roadtrip - Destination TBC

16. Think of more things to add to this list

David Beckham...Funny as hell...Who knew?

So, I am a MAJOR Ellen DeGeneres fan. Every now-and-then I take to YouTube-opia and check out her latest guests. Today, I came across the below...

Now, I am a woman. Therefore it's already 99.65% likely that I want to be on this man a ridiculous amount. But dear god is it true what they say about funny men. An adonis-like body. A fantastic family man. A clean freak (I too am OCD). An insanely talented sportsman. As charitable as they come....and....he's got a massive...heart? Then you add in the funny?

David Beckham for Taoiseach..!

I LOVE WEARING COMEDY

www.hairybaby.com

Sooooooooo *said in my favourite mullygarbo accent*.........

I feel the urge to express my ever-strong love for this website. Not only do these guys know how to make us laugh through the medium of clothing (and I mean proper LOLing here), they also know exactly how to do it in a way that makes me want the designers/idea people at Hairybaby to be my friends. Pint? Anyone? No?....OK.

So with Christmas coming up and all, I cant think of one person on my pressie list that I couldn't buy for from this site. Bestie bird-mates, check! Bestie lad-mates, check! Four year old godson, check! 2month old newbie addition cutesome (not-so-hairy)baby cousin, check! The Papa bear, check. To Cool For School Nana, Check it up. Me? Check, check, check! I'm pretty sure that this gem is not a hidden one. Most people I have spoken to about Hairybaby have heard the good word already...

But so what...right? Maybe... at the berry least... Mr and Mrs Hairybaby will see my rant and invite me around for tae and biscuits.

NOM!

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My Favourite Poem

I'm not particularly into poetry... In fact, the only time i've really been exposed to it was during my Leaving Cert English class in school.

I do however, love to be inspired by the written word. I like to be inspired by just about anything mind you.

There is a poem I know. I know it very well. For whatever reason, this poem and I got along very well back in the day. I was reminded of it recently when having a random conversation (one of many) with a special Chum of mine.

It's By Robert Frost, and it's called Birches

This is my favourite excerpt from the poem -

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

My Favourite Poem

I'm not particularly into poetry... In fact, the only time i've really been exposed to it was during my Leaving Cert English class in school.

I do however, love to be inspired by the written word. I like to be inspired by just about anything mind you.

There is a poem I know. I know it very well. For whatever reason, this poem and I got along very well back in the day. I was reminded of it recently when having a random conversation (one of many) with a Chum of mine.

It's By Robert Frost, and it's called Birches

This is my favourite excerpt from the poem -

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Procrastination a go go

It's a dangerous thing, procrastination. In it's simplest form it can f*ck a situation over in minutes... At its worst, it can make you feel so full of regret. I cannot stand the feeling of regret. Today (and the last few days in fact) has made me realise that it's not for me anymore.

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Some things I have procrastinated with -

Sorting out car tax/insurance

Booking dentist appointments

Visiting my godson

Fixing the shelf in my wardrobe

Making many a phone call/sending many a text to change plans...always left till last minute...very ignorant of me.

Run a "pain in the face" errand

Sorting out my old CD collection

Making a photo album (and ACTUAL photo album...one I can hold...turn pages... hand write notes beside each picture)

Buying new running shoes

Buying a new holder for my iPod when I run (lost old one)

Getting my hair cut (properly)

Putting up posts on this blog

Bringing my folks out for dinner

Paying my phone bill (every single month without fail for 4 years)

Starting to save

Taking up new hobbies - Piano, Guitar, Hot Yoga, Kickboxing, Horse-riding, Dancing, Photography, Learning Spanish... I don't see why I can;t do all of these things.

Contacting a friend I haven't spoken to in some time

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No more.

Rest In Peace My Beautiful Friend

A "rush of niceness" song...that will always and forever remind me of a very beautiful and rare person. Someone who I am so privileged to call my friend.

For you, with all of my Love.

See you on the other side.

Be Kind To Your Ears

I like making playlists. Here's my latest. Bit of this...bit of that...

I like to be kind to my ears. They put up with a lot of boll*x.

Candy Paolo Nutini Jessica Smith cover

This is the younger sister of a friend of mine singing a cover of Paolo Nutini's 'Candy'. She is being backed by her uncle (Mr North genius man) Colin Smith.... I've ranted about the awesomeness of Mr North before. Credit where credits due....

Advice in Lyrical Form

The Lyrics to Baz Lurhman's "Sunscreen Song" are (to me) simply brilliant.... I love giving people advice. I am not so good at the taking of the advice. But the below...... I'll take that sir.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….

You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than

it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Postsecret is my inspiration station...

Listen for yourself...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=difDk8Di1oo

This song is incredible.

It pains me to see that these guys haven't been given the credit that they deserve, for the talent that they so blatantly have...In saying that, I like that they aren't at risk of death by popularity.

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Man's Best Friend

So, this is my first ever blog post...on my first ever blog....Think i'll start off nice & easy....

It's true what they say about Man's bestest pal...Dog, dog and more dog.

This is a picture of Gary (man) and Reggie (dog). Reggie belongs to my friend Kate. We like to rob him from time to time and go playing.

You can literally smell the bonding as it's occuring. Love it...

It is totally beyond me, how anyone with a sane mind could ever harm or neglect one of these filly folly fun-loving creatures. All the want to do is love and they ask for nothing but the odd cuddle in return.

Think i'll run the Marathon for the RSPCA this year or next.

Bish Bash Bosh

This should be interesting.....