Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Week Twelve

Lads how dare I have neglected to write a post this week?! Here is a consolation post for all you die hard fans out there. This is from me to the both of ye.

I said to myself I'd take a little Christmas holiday from the blog but then I got a dose of the guilts after the page views shot up on Monday from bored people looking for their Monday fix.

I have to say that this Christmas was the best Christmas I had in years. Needless to say, like countless others, I regard Christmas dinner as the best dinner of the year, because of its ability to be doused in brown sauce, but THIS year's Christmas dinner (courtesy of my sister-in-law) ...well. Well. As a good friend of mine said the other night - I didn't know whether to eat it or ride it!

Surprisingly enough though, nobody pissed themselves, so no bottom-half showers were necessary. That didn't take away from the holiday however, which was just gorgeous and laid back. At least it was when Grandad wasn't trying to bend my finger back so far he nearly broke it. Or throwing Rose wrappers at me and then pretending to be asleep when I turned around. Or indeed pretending to drink a cup of tea next to me when really he was ramming his elbow into my ribcage and lettin on he wasn't. I loves him I does.

Of course my lovely Uncle Paddy (or Paddy the Prick as he is otherwise known - see here) came for his Christmas/Birthday dinner too. Except this year he said the wrong thing. Now I mean the wrong thing. As he was leaving he said to Grandad "I hope we'll be here next year." Now lads. Anyone who knows me knows that Grandad is my number one man, and the very mention of his age or the fact that he is pushin on at all reduces me to a weeping wretch. But as most of you don't know me, you can read about my feelings for Grandad here. Immediately the tears sprang to my eyes and I was trying to say goodbye to Paddy with them streaming down my cheeks, snot flying everywhere. Stop lads, me nerves. And of course here was Grandad munchin away on a bowl of trifle, happy as Larry on the couch, completely oblivious to what was going on. Shur God love him like.

Another thing that has been playing on my mind lately is how BBB is doing his trials for the Marines in April. All well and good, except literally every single magazine I open has some feature article about young war widows or "hero" soldiers and marines dying in Afghanistan or Iraq.

Now I am as soft hearted as they come, and I have always said I'd never marry a soldier or a sailor, because there is no way I am sitting at home worrying myself half to death about whether or not my husband is coming home in a box. Imagine me. I'm a bag of nerves even now with my Trinity scholarship and peachy life, imagine me if I actually had something to worry about!!! Stop now, I wouldn't be able.

Shur of course all he has to say about it is "I have loads of friends who came back alive, I'll be grand". Like all 19 year olds, he thinks he is invincible. He doesn't understand that it doesn't matter how big and strong you are, or how good a fighter you are - the landmines aren't going to come kickboxing at you! It's a battle between flesh and metal like, and guess what side you're on, Love?! But shur it's his dream and I just have to let on to be supportin him like. I mean there is no way he won't get in, he is really fit and really strong, so now I just have to work on my game face for when he tells me he gets in. "Oh did you that's great! Congratulations! I just have to go to the ladies room...for three hours...with this drip."


On the upside I'll be headin back next Friday. Back to our hovel. And our broken oven. And SNOW!!! Can't wait!

Well the end of another year is upon us and I have to say I'm looking forward to the next one. I wish ye all the very best for 2010. May ye all laugh so hard a bit of wee comes out! May bottom-half showers abound!

All the best until next week lads!


Ailbhe said...

I've got a beautiful image of you riding your Christmas dinner!

Jennikybooky said...

That'll keep you warm in the lonely nights girl!

Portlairge said...

Happy New Year to you Jenny. I look forward to 2010 and more weekly blog posts.

Portlairge said...

Sorry I spelt Jennie wrong. My spell checker corrected it and it was WRONG!

Jennikybooky said...

Ah thanks Portlairge! Many happy returns!

Ps Damn that spellchecker! Damn it to HELL!

Anonymous said...

I married a sailor jen, dont do it.
sounds like you had a fab christmas,ours was too

ps i think I may love your granda as much as you.

happy new year to ye all

amy xxxx

Anonymous said...

Well done on an excellent piece.I really enjoyed it and I must say that the absence of crude language was a joy to behold.
Keep up the good work and well done.

Jennikybooky said...

Ah Amy I know he is only a dote! All the best to ye over there for 2010!

Thanks Anonymous! Don't worry though - I'll be back to my usual vulgar form next week when I do a proper post. Obviously it won't be your cup of tea, but I'm sure you'll read it anyway just to torment yourself!

niamh_s1 said...

Aww Jenny - your description of Cha .. bawlin my eyes out here!!! What is it about the Grandads eh!!?

Laura Meyer said...

Non vedo l'ora della tua tornata!!!! Happy New Year!!! I wish half bottom showers were a regular occurrence at my family Christmas gatherings but I can just how much of a riot your family is!

As for Mr. BBB all I can tell you is the worry will never go away but if he ever does end up going to war, God hoping he doesn't,the thought of you and home will bring him home safely. My brothers are in the military and one is going back to Iraq for the third time this year so believe me when I say I know how you feel.

BBB said...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh i've become an arguement of discussion!!!!!!!!! ok guys stop worring. First i'm not in the navy yet, second it's not sure that when i will be in it i'll go to war, third amy please mind your business........................ In the worst case i would go in a battle i'll think about my wonderful woman a home this will gave the strong necessary to stay alive.......... I know it sounds a little bit stupid (amo volevo dire ingenuo ma nn so come si dice XD) but i think also that this is a tougth of million of soldiers......

I love you softheart X X X

Jennikybooky said...

Niamh girl stop! I don't be able!

Laura girl my heart goes out to you. You are a better woman than I!

Ah now will you look at this fella readin my blog and leavin a comment in English! I can't cope! Amo ingenuo significa 'naive'. But if you ever tell my lovely followers to mind their own business again I'll kick the sack off ya!

Radge said...

Investigating I've been. I've a funny feeling I've dropped in on you before but the chances are I'd had a shcatter of drink. Some of the posts looked familiar.

Fine blogging, missus.

P.S. I was in Geoff's lately on a trip to the South East. Savage burgers.

P.P.S. Mind the ice.

Jennikybooky said...

Ah yeah havin a bit of a lurke Radge. Shur it'd be rude not to!

Ah thanks butty.

P.S. This is extremely important - did you get brie or mozzarella on your burger?

P.P.S. Mind the Country Style white puddin.

jac said...

hahahahah sure god love BBB. first thing he ever says to the masses is please mind your business!

not to us waterfordians ya dont! we dont know HOW to mind our business. look you know jennie ok,therefore you are our business. we are nosey bitches. the end.

Jennikybooky said...

Amen sistah!

Radge said...

It was brie. It was spot on gurl.

(I'm still learning 'tow-en')

Jennikybooky said...

I could tell by the cut of your jib you were a brie man! It was something in the angle at which you are holding the pint.

Tow-en, very good. Next up: mod-ren and fil-em. And then you can start using "folly" instead of follow. Sound good?

Radge said...

All duly noted.