But I'm Here To Change All That

Yup, my first entry since August 17. I am officially back,like a bad rash..If I were to explain, the long break would be associated with no computer time/access while visiting my mum back East, a hectic schedule, and maaaybee a teensy bit of fear (Oh God there's that word again) of writing something boring or not as witty as the previous two attempts appeared to be -well to me anyway. But I'll just choose not to explain so you can make up a story for yourself about why I wasn't putting out, in the blogging sense.

I really missed the opportunity to keep moving on these pages! However I did discover some intriguing information over the last couple of weeks connected with my mother, ie the same one without computer access. For one, because she was born in Ireland, it is apparently dead easy for her children to get an Irish passport- I think you just have to be seen buying a beer for every stranger in the room and poof ! that puppy is in the mail. And if you carry the 'most desirable' Irish passport, Europe becomes your oyster, with work and travel there a shoe-in.


Now as previously noted, I'm 56, so maybe not so likely to go travel and work all over Europe until I am retired and living off the proceeds of that movie I mentioned is likely to result from this blog. But my children will probably be pursuing the passport, so I want to get in on the fun-it sounds like a cool thing to just have a passport from another continent. It's so James Bond.


To this end, I needed proof. But getting photocopies of my mum's Irish birth certificate ,which she had safely sealed inside her usual Ziploc bags (you never know when a flash flood will be overtaking her apartment) was like asking her to give me her liver..which I may well need, if I really become Irish. She was afraid I would lose her only copy, because I am known for losing things, in her Irish eyes that is. But I wrestled it from her reluctant grip and the mission was accomplished, thank you God and Staples.


And the second piece of information I picked up from 'me mudder' (that's the Irish thing coming out): I noticed through conversation that, interestingly enough, there is a point in a woman's life where her panties cease being panties, and instead are referred to as underpants. I'm not sure at what age the portal appears for this crossover in terminology, but let's hope it isn't anywhere near 56. It would be a huge detriment to my plan to expose myself to a Speed Dating experience someday- of course just so I can blog about it. And I would most certainly be bringing up the topic of women's undergarments in one of those 8 minute conversations (ie, does he wear any).

Masterful plan eh? Start living a life that is blog-worthy.I've heard of more inspired reasons to get me one of those Life things, but hey,for now this is my scheme to trick myself into it..

A traditional Gaelic blessing to ye..

May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face;the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,may God hold you in the palm of His hand.