Author - Well Now, that accolade would go to Kate Carbery Not Cranberry Just Carbery (That's one R, for Robert) He's my Brother you know - I like him, he's cool.
They just had a baby. I miss him. He's a dad now. He's a family unit. I love him, I love his new baby, though never met her. Hope they get married. And the Rest. My Robert, my darling Robert. You record the soaps for me. You take me in at Christmas with all of my drama when I come down from the Big City.
"What we gonna do" he sighs, heavvvvy thickkk corrrk accceeentttt
"I don't know now"
"Like how did it happen" accent and deep sighing continues
"Here's the soaps here, look, eastender's on there"
24 Hours Later - "You have to go"
"Lads are on the way"
"I'd say we're F******~" Now"
"I'll see ya later"
So my big brother Robert. He gets me nice jobs you know sometimes. It's been a while.
Then I get a new Kitchen. I send the kids lots of presents home. I save my money. I get new heating in the house. I buy the dinner for Christmas. Santa brings the toys you know. Now lots of my family and friends are having babies. It's been a while since I raised a baby you know. Oh lots of reasons. But Congratulations Jasmine on your very own baby Robert.
It's not easy for me to write this. God knows its not easy. You know there's allegedly a Protestant lurking around in my background. Now what does that mean. It means when I was a young girl. The local GAA team wouldn't let me play. My dad, shout out, best dad ever got me a hurley, we sized it up. I was so excited. I went down to the GAA pitch and they sent me home. I was sooo hurt. I was soooo upset. I was sooo annoyed. My grandfather was a founding member of the GAA. Some sort of council. So why was I sent home with my hurley. Oh just like Anne Frank, a bit of Jew you know, I'm a bit of a Protestant, somewhere. Not that I ever cared but others did. What does that mean.
Oh, an ex boyfriend said
"You're an alien, you're not human"
"Lock her up"
"They have no right to be here"
"You're blood is different to mine"
"You have no right to be here" - I don't like him -
Same boyfriend as Delores Cranberry - Same as
Shout Out Delores, He wrapped me around his finger
I got married ran away - spent a few days drinking Cans - I feel your pain
Very Awkward, Very Awkward
Watching THE VOICE ON RTE This Year
That's what he does, he lies all the time
And he does alot more than holding her hand - That's Over
I do not think the world of him
So what did I do. I did what my father told me to do. I went to Trinity. Why? To feel normal. I wanted to be surrounded by people like me, Catholic, Jews, Protestant. My parents raised me so well. I was a girl, human, with red blood. Thanks for that.
Getting back to the book launch. It was launched by Olivia, A Broadcaster.
She's a nice women. I hope we have the pleasure of working together in the future, in publishing.
She's much better at launching books than me. I have a stammer, and I spill things. I have to practice or something. I'm not graceful. I'm not elegant. I wear huge shoes, ordinarily. I wear, colourful elaborate dresses. I think I am twenty and I am far older than that.
But getting back to the book launch, heres Olivia with Myself, Sophie.
We got a nice photo courtesy of my lovely boyfriend.
Here's the photo. I wanted to feel younger so I blinged up my phone. That didn't work out. No, not at all. I'm practicing at home. I am practicing being creative. I'm not practicing how to kill things, like plants ha. Not ha, not funny at all. It's rather beastly that behaviour. It should be punished accordingly, struck out of the mass. Well what do I know. I find it hard to keep indoor plants alive. But my friends are very good.
So here is Olivia, nice lady. Hip to the Grove - She works out, its obvious. I need to work out more. I need microdermabrasion on my skin and lots more in between.
Meet Broadcaster Olivia
Meet Sophie - Some sort of a writer
TAKING A BREAK
I have taken a break recently. I took a long break after my year at one of the best universities in the world. I am so sure my mother is saying, who told her to go to that college. And my father is saying.
"I never ever told her to go to that Protestant College"
"I swear now, I never told her"
But you know he did, he told me. He told me lots of things, that I am sure social services would find totally inappropriate. Too young for grown up stuff and drinking tea, talking politics and policies and all of that carry on.
Olivia, delivered a really good speech, glamorous, elegant, all the things women are in the waiting room of the gynee's office. You know those poster moms. They wear skinny jeans, and drink skinny lattees, and have designer bumps. There's no swelling and their rings still fit them. I sit in the room, eating a sausage sandwich, three bars of chocolate and begging the doctor to induce me because I have gained six stone. I am kicked everywhere. I will a number of corrective surgeries to fix the damage to one's boobs and stomach. But as Olivia said, it is the right of a man, a husband to reproduce, recreate and produce the next generation.
Kate, very bubbly, very overwhelming, very nice and normal, and eccentric in the manner that she flys around the room and whizzes past and holds a glass of wine, and chats and is generally speaking, cool, Irish. I was relieved, I think I am pregnant. And it was very quick and very sudden.
After the debacle of the whole Anne Frank situation and all of that beastly carry on. It is nice not to be so afraid to leave my home with my kids. It is so nice to be safe. It is so nice not to worry about horrid things. It is nice to possibly look forward to a new baby. Isn't it. I hope this baby gets to full term. Arrives safely, and if it doesnt happen this month, next month. Or the month after that. Sorry boys, my nest is empty and you have flown the coup. I need a new baby you know.
Thanks to Liberties for inviting me to a great launch. Thanks to my new Husband. I love you, so much, so much, so much. Insightful little book. I forgot all about baby mornings, and coffee and rollercoaster.ie and all of that. I forgot but sifting through the pages of BECOMING MUM - MAYBE I WILL REMEMBER - LETS HOPE SO
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