Dear 2012...

This 2012 has really been a year full of events.

Goodbye to Richard. Hope you finally found the peace you were looking for on you last trip, you loved travelling so much. I'm deeply sorry for the way you went away on your birthday day. RIP.

Goodbye to Spike. I wanted to have had more time to spend with you, Pooh Factory. You were a good and funny dog, you'll be missed forever <3 RIP Sweetheart.

Welcome Lollipop. A few months kitten found sick on the shelf into my backyard. Since then, our hearts belong each other. And even if you continue to wake me up licking my face at 6.30 in the morning on weekends too, the joy you brought into my life is priceless. Love You, lil Terrorist!

It's been the year of changes, it's the year that saw my dear friend Al getting married for the second time with the love of his life. Bless you. You deserve to be happy.

It's the year that saw me and Jay sorting our issues and making shine again a friendship with a capital "F". Love you, Cookie. You'll always be my Precious.

It's the year that brought me a new job, new coworkers and bosses, the year that Wicklow was waiting for seeing the Bridge Tavern open and active again. Proud of being part of the team, proud of being there since the start. You're fabulous. Working with you is amazing!

It's the year that brought me Ko' back and it's exactly the same as when we lived only 30km aparts. We talk a lot but we meet once in a year if everything goes well :P

The men's world has a lot to learn from Gentlemen like you. Shame that we, women, always choose to end with a dickhead ;)

It's the year I got my passport, I've been in the US for the first time and everything was exactly as I imaged: a big flat world that reminds a scenario of Hollywood with the most of the words spelled in a different (wrong) way. Where "Mum" is not a mother but a corpse wrapped in bandages. Americans! lol

It's the year that brought me to a handsome, messed, blueyed man without who I can't live and I don't want to image one day apart. We can argue, we can split up, we can be upset at each other for days, but in the end we're always together. Love You, HoneyPie <3

It's the year I finally sorted my issue with drinking and I'm even able to send messages that make sense now :P

And, not less weird or important, it's the year that saw my Brother and I talking together again.

So, my toast tonight it's for you, 2012. Thank you, keep safe and welcome 2013.

Tv shows.

I'm born on the early 70s and fairly grew up during the 80s while the Italian telly was broadcasting a load of American TV shows.
I'm the one that watched them all, every single episode and still think that, aside from really few ones, today directors aren't able to repeat that kind of success.
I absolutely love House, but it's nothing compared to how much I was in love with Quincy.
Evidence of that could be the new series of Beverly Hills 90210, Knight Rider and so go on.
When I moved to Ireland, I started to have access to Channel 4. They have a great website where you can watch every program they broadcast whenever you want. It even resumes episodes when you get tired and interrupt them.
I have to mention Skins, Peep Show, Misfits (absolutely brilliant), Merlin (no way, I love it!!!) and Shameless. No wonder if the Americans have tried to make their own version of the last one.
But... really... seriously... Can you image Frank Gallagher out of the Chatworth estate, without his Manchester accent? And what about the last scene of the main theme with the UK flag behind his shoulders while he says "This is OUR England, now"?
Neither I.
Regardless of the hatred that Irish people (with good reason indeed) have against Britains, I do admit that their way of making TV is absolutely Great!

About relationships 2.

As I said in a previous post, I'm not an expert of relationships. The only example I have is my experience.

I learned from my mistakes and I tried not to repeat them again.

But, the first thing to say is that, even if psychologists tend to group profiles for their affinities, the reality is that we can't tell about every single relationship, because it's made between two different individuals, with different imprintings and nobody can figure out how it can evolve.

Forget them then, and forget horoscopes. That's shit.

Omitting the relationships I had when I was young (althought they taught me something anyway) what I really understood is that you won't ever know how it ends (if it does, of course).

It's a kind of challenge and you have to accept it or not.

Until you know a little of who the other part is, you never know if they should have been worth or not.

Main rules of the game, however, are for sure: Respect, Loyalty, Trust, Love.

Don't deceive yourself if you miss one of the above. It leads to a shitty relationship.

Don't deceive yourself idolizing the other, it's just an illusion of yours.

Don't deceive yourself believing that you can change them, they don't and they won't ever do.

The only thing you can do is analyzing the situation and deciding: is that what I want in my relationship?

The answer is also the one that drives ahead this chapter or not.

Another thing that I learned is recognizing the symptoms when it's over.

Too often, we try to deceive ourselves giving another chance, waiting for something's over that we think it's just a crisis, but after a while that you're with that person and after you're collecting behaviours or actions from the other part you don't like, maybe you've already reached the point to consider that that person is not the mean to be.

Better leaving on time, before the pain becomes bigger, closing that chapter and deleting every contacts.

And... no way. You know it's over when you're already looking for something better outside of that relationship.

Once the crack, the slot is open, there's nothing left to do to turn back.

Just, move over with your life.

Kittens & beds.

There are several things that I miss of my beloved cats, but Lolly is doing her best to fill the void.

Even if apparently annoying, doing a bed with a kitten around is pretty funny.

A new way to change bedlinen.

I see you!

*Somersault*

Gotcha! (She only knows what...)

Mwah!

Cooonfy!

So... What??

Special.

I want to dedicate this post to a very Special Friend I have and even if I'm aware he won't read this post ever.
He's the kind of person that stops everything he's doing just to give you his whole attention.
He's the one that pays attention to details.
He's the one that remembers every shit you said, even when you're drunk.
He's the one that tried to teach you the most difficult language in the world.
He's the one that is always honest with you and he's not afraid to tell you when you're an idiot.
No wonder if there has been a time when I fell in love with him.
He's the one that moved over on every issue we had and today I can tell he's the best friend I ever had.
Thank you, Jay, for being part of my life.
I'd be lost without you.

When enough is enough.

People know me as a kind person, eccentric, erratic sometimes, but always nice.

If you don't piss me off, of course.

Well, a couple of months ago I received an email from an old ex-boyfriend from the very very very long time ago (kinda almost 15 years ago) with the usual questions: "How're ya, how's going, wotcha doing, etc."

Jeez, I remember the last time I saw him has been in 2005, since then I neither recalled his existence.

After few exchanges I found out that he met my brother for lunch and he already knew answers to above questions. After few emails, he invited himself here for a weekend first, then the weekend became 4 days.

Now, with all the kindness of someone that is going to see violated her privacy, I answered with diplomacy that I live and work here (and hard too, actually) and that I should have made an effort to join him for the weekend but there was no fucking way to see me any other day. 

Disappeared into thin air.

People think I'm here on holiday, ffs!

You know now why he's an ex, doncha?

About relationships.

I start saying that I'm not an expert neither I have a degree on Psychology, so what I'm going to say it's based on my own experience. That's pretty a disaster too.

I'm following on Facebook "The problem with women..." page and yesterday, just for curiosity, I checked the book on Amazon. I admit that I was going to buy the both of books till I read a review, written by a man that looks with the head on his shoulders.

First, I have to tell that I agree with the most of posts and statements on the author's page, then after having read the mentioned review, I realized that I was agreeding as well as I usually do when I find a funny image from some-e-cards: kinda commonplaces that meet the view of the most.

Anyway, back to the main topic, the author claims himself as a relationship expert, even if I didn't find any proof of that. It looks most likely he's expert as everyone of us is about our own life.

Shortening, the first book describes his evolution from a dickhead with women to an appearance of a man, that hides nobody else than a player. It's nice to see, however, how he explains every trick and evasion that each woman of us has experienced at least once in our life when dealing with the opposite sex. For the rest, nothing new: lies, cheating on, excuses and whatever makes a weak woman a tool in male's hands. It could be useful to someone indeed, that still lives in a muffled world of fantasy, where everything is good and beautiful, just to be enough blind to hide themselves from the true and avoinding of being hurt.

Personally, I don't fully blame the opposite sex. I've been a good and bad girlfriend, depending on the case, but at last I learned that what really counts is the weight we give to that relationship. If it doesn't matter, who cares if what we're doing is right or wrong, when it's time to summarize it's also time to close that chapter and move on.

At the end, we're the only responsibles for our happiness that doesn't depends on others. If we meet a worthy person, thanks god, otherwise there's nothing worst than being with the wrong one just because of the fear of being alone. This applies to both sexes.

Being single, sometimes, doesn't mean being a loser, expecially when it's our choice. That means, instead, being aware of our own value.

image by deviantart

Like a Christmas Tale.

Let me be nice once in a while, following the magic spirit of these days and sharing with you candy canes, bows and fantastic characters of this tale...
Now tell me to keep my feet on the ground while walking down the street!

Our new hero Snowy ;)

Ballerina and the Tin Soldier

The Wicklow Town Hall with a touch of Magic.

Dawn on a festive Billy Byrne.

Commonplace of the day.

There is a huge deep difference between males and men.

If you don't get it, you're probably dumb or male yourself...

Questioning.

I guess it's my mother's fault because I hate asking. I remember when I was a child we lived in a condo and she was the icon of the housewife that sent her kids around the building for salt, sugar, eggs, even toilet rolls. I was really shy, so much shy that I was able to stutter even on a three word question.

I mean, if you need that shit and you don't want to move your precious arse to the store, why don't you go to your neighbour asking yourself?

Anyway, I fucking hate asking. Each time I've been leaded to do that, I feel really unconfortable, whatever the question is.

But, for the most, I bloody hate when I finally throw there my question and instead of receiving a clear simple answer, I get a boring infinite monologue that says nothing or (worse) they change topic.

Please, gimme a gun. I have to clean the world...

Christmas Tree 2012.

Finally done with it too.

Step by step.

Light On!

"I wanna help too!"

Almost done...

Hearts.

"Mmh, lemme check if everything's alright..."

"Hang on, hang on. Am not sure yet!"

Alright. We can be proud of it, indeed.

Now...

List me countries when you can see a happy end like this one.
Snowy has been returned from mysterious kidnappers, Gards found him earlier this morning. No damages and a message left saying "Sorry".
He stands again over a shop in the centre of the town.
And we ended on the BBC :P