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QotD: I'll get around to it one day...

What do you always say you will do but never actually get around to doing?
Submitted by Beautifully Broken.

A number of things:

1. Getting a car / Actually doing my driving test.

2. Finding the right job.

3. Finishing my blogs....

Dreams really do come true

I am a hardcore Formula One fan. I have been for 8 years now. But so often I end up supporting the underdog or the one everyone else hates. Its been that way since 2004.

 

I really lost interest, especially during 2004. Then in 2005 I disliked Alonso and wanted Raikkonen to win. Again that didn’t happen. A year later Schumacher was running away towards the title when he had an engine failure in the second last race.

 

Although the title was still mathematically possible, his race was ruined by a puncture. His efforts to win his final race were an inspiration although it eventually came to nothing.

 

Last year we had Hamilton going into the last race with a 7 point advantage over his nearest rival. He drove too aggressively and some kind of glitch ruined his race despite a Schumacher-style fight back.

 

Fast forward 12 months to November 2nd 2008 and the situation is identical.

Hamilton has a 7 point lead over his nearest rival and only needs to finish 5th in the race to win the championship.

 

Just so demonstrate how attached I am to this sport, I was so nervous before and during the early stages of the race. It was raining so that made things treacherous.

In the final stages of the race it started raining again and all the drivers had to change tyres.

 

At this stage Lewis was running in 5th with just a few laps left. Massa, his rival, was leading and heading for the win and doing all he could do to win the race.

Suddenly with just 3 laps left Hamilton is passed by another driver and slips to 6th.

By now I was just screaming at the TV. I thought “surely not again!”

 

I’ve never felt more nervous or distressed. My hands were shaking and my heart was throbbing like crazy!! It came down to the last lap and I was devastated. I really thought for the 4th year in a row it was all going to go wrong.

 

Then with just one corner left to go, a driver in 4th suddenly slowed as the rain started to fall in the dying seconds. Hamilton passed him and was back up to 5th place.

I screamed my head off and started crying again. He had done it! With just a few yards to go he scraped past to win the title.

The scene was amazing and surreal. The Ferrari garage started jumping up and down with joy before a mechanic yelled at them that they had in fact lost (resulting in one of the mechanics head butting a glass panel in anger!)

I was just stunned, speechless. Finally after so long the driver I wanted to win had actually won, but boy did he make it difficult for himself!!

Lewis

Friends

 

I'd like to share with you this song I heard today.
For best effect, please open the song in a seperate window.

Friends

 

 

You know friends are never earned
They are a gift from the loving God
They're precious beyond human evaluation

You dare not take them for granted
Or they'll drift away like smoke
And the warmth of there caring
Will vanish into the chill of the endless night.

Most of my friends are unknowns
They probably won't even rate an obituary
Unless they live and die in small towns
Some where, where nothing much ever happens

But some of my friends are big people

They make the world ring with laughter
They are famous, sensitive and talented
Their names are household words
And yet they are no more precious
In God's eyes or in mine.

Then those wonderful nobodies
Who live and die in small towns.

 

Let me ask you a question...

Who is your friend?

 

He's someone who warns you with a nod
Or with an unspoken word in hard times
When you are hurting beyond words
She's someone who holds you to her breast
And sighs softly into your hair.

When no other medicine
Could possibly cure the pain
A friend is someone who clinks a glass against yours
Or answers the phone at three in the morning when you're lost
And with a few words of encouragement and concern

Makes you realise you're not really lost at all.

 

Friends come in both sexes
In all shapes and sizes
The most important thing
They have in common is
Their ability to share with you
Your most sky splitting joys
Or your' deepest most awesome sorrows.

I think of all the things I have in this world

And when I'm alone and I'm lonely
I'm most grateful for my friends...

 

Friends

xx

21! Woo!

Ok so last weekend we went to Dublin to see Nickelback. In my last post I said I wasn't sure about them. However after watching them live I have to say I like what I saw. So I take back everything I said.

In other news today I turn 21 today.  

I'm suspicious of everyone, I'm convinced that they have something planned even though I asked for no surprises.

 

Ok I better go, I'm in class with a rather annoying lecturer.

 

 

Anyway, cheerio! xx 

wOOp! Icons ahoy!

Yay at last I can use icons with Vox!

And how? That's my secret!

The ultimate cleanage!

If there's one thing that depresses me, its having a messy room. So a few times a year I pull out all the stops and give my private space a good thrashing. This one I'm exceptionally proud of. I've even taken a before and after shot, professional or what?

 

Before and After

A poem....

I'd like to share with you a poem I've grown up with.
In it a man shares with us how life was harsh but simple when he was a child.

 

 

Last Friday night when I came home the children were distressed,
“The television’s broken down!” by oldest boy professed.
“Oh Daddy will ya’ fix it?” was the universal cry,
But I’m no technician, sure I couldn’t even try!

For two long hours a silence reined and not a word was said,
Then one by one, and solemn faced, the children went to bed.

The atmosphere was eerie as we sat there on our own,
And we thought about the influence that the telly has on home.

My thoughts went back, well, 40 years to when I was 9 or 10,
And I’ve thought about the changes that have taken place since then.

We didn’t have a telly, and with no electric light,
We just filled the lamp with paraffin, to take us through the night.

We’d sit around the fire ‘til our shins were burned black,
While the draughts around the kitchen sent cold shivers up our backs.

We didn’t have much comfort but we all knew how to fend,
For we’d kneel and say the rosary, and warm the other end!

Our parents, God be with them, they made us work so hard,
At cutting turf, picking spuds or cleaning up the yard,
Filling up the metal pot to feed the hungry sows,
Or slicing up the turnips, to satisfy the cows.

The dog was never licensed, and he always was concealed,
If we saw a Garda coming, we run him down the field!
The old dog got so clever and he knew the score so well,
If a guard was half a mile away, he’d run away like Hell!

Oh how I hated school days, and it really seemed a Hell,
To walk the miles of stoney roads, I knew each pothole well.

The school was like an icebox, for the turf was always wet,
And the Master’s cane above the fire was an ever-constant threat.

God knows we didn’t hate him, but he seemed to hate us all,
For he often left us standing with our noses to the wall!

And I never will forget the time he beat me black and blue,
When I caught Ms. Murphy’s kitten and I shoved it down the loo!

The day of first communion I can still remember well,
I had a brand new suit and a white rosette pinned up on my lapel.

My mother was so proud of me, her little bag of tricks,
And although it was during wartime, I collected 12 and 6.

We had to learn the Latin and we all thought it was gas,
But the parish priest, God rest him, he made all the boys serve mass.

There was one lad who was exempted, I think he was Kilclyne,
But the parish priest expelled him, for he caught him at the wine…

Now they talk about the bad old days and at times I’m not so sure,
Yeah, I know that life was simple then and everyone was poor,
But the people were contented, in the midst of all their need,
We can never have contentment in a world that’s full of greed…

Our parents found their happiness and banished all their cares in the ramblin’ house,
At chapel gates, at patterns, wakes and fairs.

And I fear that Irish friendship may be heading for the rocks,
If our children seek their happiness, in a 28 inch box..

John Duggan

 

My little saviour.

Oh I do love a good song. Thats why wherever and whenever I go out, I always carry this little chap with me:

 

MP3

It's just the best thing I ever got. I'm never bored when I have hours and hours of music to listen to.

If you're gonna get a new MP3 player, there aint none better than this.

 

Don't go for Ipods. They suck. Seriously.

 

Eye-prod

And calm....

I've been trying to convert my mum from recording with videos and use DVDs instead. It seems to be working but dad is cranky as the TV is so old its starting to lose sound.

 

*Asks santa for new TV*

 

Oh yes...

I've calmed down after last night's panic attack.

Normal service has been resumed.

 

Sorry about that!

A change of scenery would be nice....

Bonjour! It's been a while since I've graced Vox with my presence, thats because I've been both busy and idle. Let me explain.

 

Well a few weeks ago we (Alicia and myself) were informed by her friend that there were two vacancies in a tourism type job near our college for the summer. That was great news. It would have made the summer really special for us.

 

Anyway when the first day arrived, we waited to speak to the guy who swung us the two jobs. We called to the main office but he wasn't there. Alicia tried to call him all morning but got no response from him. Then I decided to ring him (he didn't know me) and lo he answered! He said he would call across to meet us soon but typically he never did.

We found him waiting next a few buses full of tourists. Instead of talking to us he simply threw us onto someone else who was in charge. It turns out he never heard of any job vacancies and he couldn't help us. That wouldn't have been too bad if the guy who had initally offered us the jobs explained to us what was going on, but instead he chose to ignore us, and that got right up my nose.

 

Since then I've been at home and feeling lonely. But that's not to say I've been idle, oh no! This Summer has been one of the busiest I can recall.

 

New sheds:
I posted in my blog in March about the new sheds that were being built on our farm. Well they've been finished for a while, it's the little things that are taking the most time. For example we've had to improve the look of the entire yard to keep up with the new sheds. So for the past two months we've been putting down a whole new concrete yard, plastering, hanging gates etc.

Hay:
As with every Summer comes the prospect of getting ready for the Winter. So this means we have to get all the silage/hay done while the weather is perfect. This can be impossible to guage as often the weather can change within a day. Luckily we managed to find a few clear days in mid-July in which we got all the hay baled. But it was a mammoth effort to get it all in on time. But the end result was worth it.

Turf:
A task I hate with a passion is turf. We still live in the 19th century when it comes to fueling our home (although with respect, this method is entirely free and much better than oil heating).
Anyway the idea behind turf (or peat if you want to be bloody posh) is sections of moist ground are dug up and laid out in small pieces to dry. Trouble is it won't dry if it's left lying flat. So for an entire day we have to pick each piece and leave it in such a way that the wind/sun will dry it. This sounds easy, but there are thousands and thousands of these pieces and they take forever to turn.
It's especially difficult when you think you've done a lot of work and then you look up and see you've still got at least 5 hours work ahead of you. Not nice. Bringing it home wasn't a bag of laughs either. Trying to fit all that turf into an already full shed was not easy.

So anyway that pretty much rounds up my Summer '08. Right now I'm just trying to figure out what to do with Alicia's 21st birthday gift. I got her a bracelet but its blank and I want to get it engraved. I'm agonising over what to put on it.

http://www.argos.ie/wcsstore/argosie/images/130-2233772MOA67UC344404X.jpg

Help...

Anyway, bed time. Ciao!