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Ireland smells

Yes, this is going to be another ridiculous post about Ireland so if you're oversensitive to what some of you'd call "stupidity" I suggest you stop reading right here.

Alright? Here we go then:

It so happens Ireland is not a regular country. Far from it. It's in fact a very scented country and this has been scientifically proved by my nose. Every time I go there and every time I get Colm back from being there, there's that strong smell that sticks to everything. That lovely, lovely smell of washing powder! :)

Believe me, it's as if the entire country uses the same washing powder and forgets to rinse afterwards. In my opinion, Ireland is probably one of the best smelling countries in the world.

Have lunch in a small restaurant and you'd find all the ladies' coats smells of that washing powder. Get an Irish person to wash your clothes and you could bring the smell with you home (I've tried to get that done, but strangely enough Colm refuses). Even the buildings smell of it so it wouldn't surprise me the least if the statue of Molly Malone is wonderfully scented as well.

If any Irish people at all read this post I'd be ever so happy to find out what kind of washing powder you use. Perhaps I could buy myself some next time I come over :)

Happies

Happies

Some days everything is just right.

I very much enjoy walking in town when the sun shines upon my face and people happily greet me where ever I pass by. I'm pleased to announce today was one of those days.

The weather was absolutely perfect with the sun beaming and a fresh, cool breeze making the autumn leafs fall slightly faster. I tend to think I don't know anyone around here anymore, so today I paid some extra attention to who exactly greets me when I happen to be seen in town. Let me tell you I was happily surprised...

There's the caring policeman, of course. The top-notch politician who always has time for a quick chat. The bookshopkeeper who's recently started to ask me when I intend to give her a new novel to sell. Every single journalist in the area (... I should mention we have two newspapers here), who would sometimes share the latest gossip. There's the local authors and not to forget all the cheerful, old busdrivers who'd be waving at me while driving by.

Each and everyone of them seem to brighten up when they see me and I can do nothing but tilting my head a little, smiling as widely as I possibly can (which is ever so wide and not hard at all) and wave back.

I feel so precious in moments like that :)
I feel so happy and beautiful.

It's the little things in life...

Splendid conversations

I've had it with new good-for-nothing words! (especially the not so creative ones like E-this and iThat) Another unpleasant thing is all that modern cursing - they make me ever so angry! It seems nowadays we say the most horrible things to one another without, even for a second, stopping ourselves to think it through first. How often do you curse and actually think about what the curse itself means? I challenge you to do that.

I know I don’t want to go around sounding like a butch sailor and unless you're a pirate I don't think you want to either :)

So in order to fix this massive problem, I've decided to ditch all the silly, trivial new words and replace them with some neat old-fashioned expression. A more lady-like way of speaking, if you will :)
It makes me feel much better and if I have the need to curse (which I do on occasion) I can simply say “Oh sugar!”, “What the hay!” or “Dagnabbit!”. Because let's face it, no one likes to listen to the auld effin' anyway. There's no need to go vulgar.

Everything is from now on fabulous, swell or ever so nice and all the people around me are awfully kind ... Oh an another important thing: when I go out for a couple of drinks I don’t get myself drunk or p*ssed, I get slightly intoxicated.

If requested I can post my latest vocabulary list so you can do the same! :)
Believe me, it’s much more fun this way...

The plain sofa

I'm having a hard time hiding how excited I am about my new flat.
Last weekend Colm and I went on a swift trip to a nearby city. We were going to buy a dvd player and took the chance to have a look around in a few other shops as well. In which, of course, I was looking at sofas :)

I have a picture in my mind exactly how I want my sofa to be. I want it to be a plain one with a tall backrest, and not with too many soft cushions to wrestle with when I peacefully try to watch TV. I'd prefer to put a few small movable cushions on there instead, for decoration and in case you want to be extra snug. And most importantly: you can remove them if they're in the way.

I fell somewhat in love with a piece looking just like I want it. Plain and not too cushiony.
Himself sat in it for a few seconds before he told me his opinion. It was too uncomfortable, he said while pointing out there was no armrest to put down that cup of tea he's obviously planning on having in my sofa... And believe me, it didn't help saying I was going to get a small table as well... ;)

So in the near future Colm's taking me to IKEA, my faaavourite place in the world (note the sarcasm) to find a "decent" sofa. Meanwhile I'm drooling over a catalogue full of curtains and bedlinen and can't wait to move.

A colourful rant

Today I had second thoughts about the hallway colour I've chosen for my new flat. I happened to show it to my colleague who was almost shocked (?) by how "dark" it was...
So I've been sitting in my office the last hour, overthinking and reconsidering the green hall. Dark makes it seem small, green might not be the best choice... Blah blah blah. That's what I thought. It would be a hassle calling the janitor telling her to call the painter and let them know I've changed my mind - my colleague, however, said it's not too late to change.

I browsed through the colour scheme a last time. Thinking what other colour I'd prefer. My goodness, had I forgotten how boring the colours were? It made me realise precisely why I chose the colour I chose and no matter if it turns out bad - I'm sticking with it because it's still the nicest one of the lot!

Am I right to pick the green colour?

Excitement!

Oh, I totally forgot to mention the latest thing!
There will be a big band playing jazz music in my town a few weeks from now and I’m ever so excited! I heard about it at one of the choir practices last week. Actually, I overheard one of the tenors telling a few other ladies about being in a big band and having a gig fairly soon - and with those two words ("big band" and "gig") mentioned in combination I was all ears, dying to know what was going on :)

I suppose I took him by surprise being so in to the whole jazz/swing music culture. He did his best to try and persuade me to come listen to it - redundant as it may have been - because I had already made my mind up to go. How often do you get to go dancing nowadays? And to a big band, nonetheless?

I went home and asked Colm out - and I warned him that I intend for us to dance.
He accepted and I couldn’t be happier. I’m already planning what to wear :)

Lady Chuckles is soon to be jazzin’