2011

As I’m writing this it is December 31^st. 2010 is about to come to a close and I am getting all misty eyed and reminiscing about another year about to end. It’s certainly had its ups and downs and I couldn’t find anything to laugh about at times. Plenty to moan about though!

I have arthritis in my knees, tinnitus, Dupuytren’s contracture, bad eyesight, bad ankles and piles of other stuff going on. My face resembles something that’s been trod on and I have lost two more teeth.  Not that I’m complaining … well ok … I am a bit.

So it wasn’t a hoot and a toot all the way through 2010 but there have been some highlights.

Libby, Shelley and Sammy have made us most welcome in Molly’s … so much so I’m thinking of moving in. Even the husband is in love with the Chicken Tikka Masala. Libby stoking that fire is a sight to be seen and Shelley’s Wellies are knock out. Sammy just cooks away and shouts down that the dinner’s ready but we’re too busy gabbing to hear so he has to bring the food down himself. The sweetheart says nothing. I thank you all for the warm welcome, great food and craic.

Now I know you are going to think I never stop eating … just so you know I’m a grazer … little and often. 

Most recently The Dude and her Chick went out with us for a feed at Millside. As usual I brought half my food home in a “doggy bag”. The Rock isn’t fond of lettuce and garlic mushrooms but he did take kindly to the bit of steak his daddy brought home for him.

We karaoke’d … did I tell you I had a chest infection that has left me with a squeaky voice? At first the Husband wouldn’t sing at all … “The Coward of the County” … until The Dude found “House of the Rising Sun”. Hells bells! The dog had his paws over his ears. The Chick is actually (isn’t actually an awfully posh word?) a great singer but she is a tad shy. Named Katrina she could be in the “Waves”. She is going to kill me!

The Dude and I have no inhibitions or singing voices whatsoever … Joy to the world. (She wasn’t there by the way).

Anyway … I’m starting to ramble. That’s what happens when you overdose on turkey, stuffing and Bailey’s Irish Cream.

My sister Belinda, the bus driving Babe, gave me an extremely luxurious pair of PJ’s. Biker Babe and Brian, Barney and Rubble gave me loads of books, bath bombs and fizzy wizzy sweets. Kelly, (the mental and much loved one), gave us one of those electronic picture frame things so we will be seeing wreck the house Ruby and Tyler all next year like Harry Potter bubble gum wrappers. WeeHee! Aunt Mary and Uncle Bud sent us lovely warm stuff from the US of A and a copy of the Uptight Suburbanite who actually (love that word) moans more than me. If he were over here on holiday in the middle of the water shortage he would have a fit.     

Now for the resolutions!!!

I vow to see my feet again when looking down. I vow to eat less and stop contributing to global warming by blowing myself out of bed “in the middle of the night” (another wee song there). I will stop moaning (NO CHANCE!) I will go swimming in the late great Joey Dunlop Leisure Centre in the bid to see my feet. I will walk the dog. Hug the husband. Spend at least one day a week in Molly’s way Libby, Shelley and Sammy. I will behave … (NO CHANCE again) … that lamppost in the Doddy’s forgives me for dislocating it and Raymond hasn’t barred me yet.

I will visit Claire at Ballymoney Times … then run before she hits me with her stapler … I hope she isn’t a good shot.

It’s getting late so all I can say now is HAPPY NEW YEAR my honey’s … Love MM