Back to Celtic Design.

What with everything I haven’t had time to do too much design lately. But since I found the wonderful Feanor Craft Shop in Bohermore I’ve decided it’s time I tried to get back into it.
Here is what I’m starting with:

Celtic Hanging Boxes.

Celtic Hanging Boxes.

I’ll keep this updated. I’m hoping to solder the designs onto the wood, but I’m going to have to test the soldering iron on a different piece of wood first though. I’ve never soldered onto wood before & I haven’t used a soldering iron since I was younger then Nic.

Ready for soldering.

Ready for Soldering.

The Soldering Has Started.

The Soldering has started.

I don’t want to be filling.

To the horrible grey sky coloured ‘06 Land Cruiser & the filthy dirty black ‘07 VW Van who decided this morning they wanted to try & make a sandwich out of me at the Browne roundabout this morning, learn how to use a bloody roundabout. It’s very simple. I promise you it’s not rocket science. The only difficult part for most people is they have to move their stubby little fingers to put on those horrible things called INDICATORS!
For those of you who don’t actually know how to use a roundabout here, this is a page out of a very handy book you might actually like to look into buying, it’s full of little things called “The Rules of the Road!” They’re only little things, but they come in quite handy at times. Can’t understand why.

How to use roundabouts.

Spot the difference.

Just a little fun. Remember the Spot the difference we had when we were kids, well here it is again. I’ve decided to edit some of my photos & make them into a Spot the Difference game. So here are 2 for anyone who’s interested in playing.

In this shot there are 11 differences. Can you spot them all?

Can you spot all 11 differences?

& here is a bit more difficult one. How well do you think you will do? There are 15 differences in these shots. Happy hunting.

Can you spot all 15 differences?

& here’s another. I’ve gone all out with this one. There are a massive 24 differences in this one. Lets see how well you can do.

Can you spot all 24 differences?

Where did the little white bicycles go?

Ok, I know in Galway we don’t have too many cycle lanes, but the ones we do have were resurfaced recently. Since they were resurfaced they have not had the little white bikes painted on them again. This results in cyclists being reluctant to cycle on them, not being sure if they’re a cycle lane or not. This then leads to the cyclists cycling on the road, where it’s actually very dangerous for them to do so. Take coming across the Quincentennial bridge this afternoon. I had to go out into the passing lane because the inside lane was taken up by a cyclist when there was a perfectly good cycle lane right beside him.

I think this is mostly because people think that it’s just a path beside them because there is nothing there to indicate that there’s a cycle lane.
It’s the same as with Droughiska road & the ramps. There are loads of signs saying about the traffic lights, but there is nothing to say about the huge ramps that are there too. You are nearly on top of them by the time you see them then you have to slam your breaks on so as not to rip the bottom off the car.

So get your act in gear Galway Corporation, before someone gets hurt.

I know where I want to be.

As I have said in an earlier post I have lived with depression for most of my life. I was first diagnosed when I was just 13 years of age so I know how to deal with my depression. I know quite a lot about it. However even with all my knowledge & experience I still find it such a struggle to get myself out of the darkness that surrounds my life. This particular bout has lasted quite a while now & I’m finding myself thinking more & more that the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train.

As the header of this post suggests I know where I want to be, but I just don’t know how to get there. Yesterday myself & Trev went to Kinsale in Cork to pick up his new scooter & I seen something that just sums up my life at the moment. I just had to take a shot:

Everything in this shot I can relate to. I see the beautiful green field where I want to be laying on the grass under the shade of the tree, looking up at the clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

But the path I’m walking on doesn’t lead there. I can’t get across the water to get there. It’s so frustrating. I am so close to it, but I just can’t get there. I know if I keep following the path I’m on I will get there, but it just feels like my beautiful green field is still out of my grasp.

However, not for much longer. I’m getting closer. I know the path is going to lead there. It is only a matter of time that I’m going to be back to my old self.

Been a bit busy. :(

I haven’t had time to update here before now. I’ve been quite busy.
Dad had a heart attack & because of this I’ve had a lot of running about to do.

To start with he was in Australia for 3 weeks. He came back on the 19th of October. I went down to Shannon to collect him. He had a great time over there. I was delighted to see how happy he was when he came back.

Before he went over he had been having chest pains. We all thought it was just wind. Then I got a call on Friday morning saying that dad needed to go to the hospital because he wasn’t feeling good. This was then changed to “would you bring him to the doctor at 2pm”. I said ok.

When I went up at 2 he didn’t look the best. I brought himself & mum down to the doctor & then went to collect Nic at school. When I went back to collect them they told me that he was to go straight to the hospital. I brought them up & left them to go to the A&E. I had a feeling he’d had a heart attack. I wasn’t sure.

I went home & waited by the phone to hear what was going to happen. I got a call saying that he was going to be admitted because we were right he’d had a minor heart attack. He was admitted into Coronary Care. They were great to him up there. They looked after him so well. He is sick of being used as a pin cushion though.

They were so patient with him. Specially with his hearing difficulty.

I went to collect him on Thursday. He has been told he has to rest (not difficult for dad) but he’s not allowed to drive which is the hardest part of all for him. & me too to be honest! To say he’s a panicky passenger is an understatement!
Oh well. I have a few more weeks of it to go yet! The joys of being the child who stayed behind. I’m only messing really. They did everything for me while I was a child so it’s now my turn to do things for them.

Meowwww!

No, unfortunately that’s not my impression of a cat. It’s me being sore!

4 years ago Nicola got a Brats runway thing from Santa & we were getting ready to go up to Grannie & Grandads for Christmas dinner. Dad pulled up outside waiting to give us a lift up so I ran down the stairs to finish getting everything sorted. The next thing I know I am sitting quite strangely on the stairs & my shoulder is very sore as is my knee (which I had injured previously in a crash). When I eventually get my head together I realise my left heal is digging into my left shoulder (I ended up with quite a bruise on my shoulder).

As I get myself up I figure out Daddy was tying Nics shoes so she had left her Bratz stuff on the stairs & I had slipped on them. I had bent my knee up so far behind me I had effectively kicked myself in the shoulder. Which for a person of my size is not very easy at all!
At the time everyone asked me to go to the hospital, but with it being Christmas day I wouldn’t go & then after that I kept putting it off.

Long story short I now think I’m in trouble! I have constant pain in my foot & the pain when I’m walking is crazy. But where I have the problem is that I am loosing power in it when I’m driving. Which is not good when you’re trying to press down on a clutch. I got a bit of a fright this evening when I was coming out the gate of mum & dads & I lost all power in the foot & I couldn’t hold down the clutch long enough to get the car going so I stalled. It was not good because there was a red van speeding over the hill. I was in the middle of the road. Thankfully I got the car started & moved off in time but it hurt like hell.
It’s just driving me mad.

Anyway, I have promised mum I will go to the doctor tomorrow & see what he says. But if it has to be rebroken I can’t get it done until at least April or May of next year at the earliest!