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Why 2012 was simply fabulous...

There are so many negative end of year comments being made today that I felt the need to try to counteract them. This is my list of why 2012 was a fabulous year, both personally and in general. I know that there was also a lot of loss but I would rather focus on the positive heading into next year and start with a positive outlook! 1. Queen Elizabeth became a bond girl. 2. I witnessed one of my best friends marry the man of her dreams 3. I met my little cousin Adam for the first time 4. My best friend got engaged to her wonderful boyfriend 5. My baby brother met and fell in love with his fiancé Kate 6. My cousin Nicola FINALLY got engaged to her lovely boyfriend Eoin 7. My mum graduated from university after spending three/four years studying 8. James brother-in-law graduated in nursing. 9. My aunt Olive received her masters 10.I started my current job, a job which I love 11. I helped set up the store newsletter for my area. How fun!

'Tis the season to be jolly.......

How exciting! It is Christmas time again! Isn't Christmas simply the most wonderful time of the year? I know there are some bah humbug folk out there who balk at Christmas so today I am taking it upon myself to show you why I love Christmas, and I promise it is not all materialistic goodness! 1. Singing. There are countless cheesy Christmas songs out there that cause us all to groan inwardly. Personally when I hear Noddy Holder screech "It's Christmas", I cringe. Don't even get me started on the X Factor winner's single. Blugh. However, along with all this vomit inducing tripe there is caroling, and Fairytale of New York and my personal favourite: Then there are the hymns. I'm not a church goer by any means but Christmas services are so enjoyable and peaceful. There is nothing I love more than listening to a choir joined together in harmony, singing from their souls. One song that I especially love is 'Oh Holy Night'

Itchy feet

Have you ever had a moment where suddenly you feel very down in the dumps? Nothing has happened, everything is great but you feel down. This evening, while watching Extreme Makeover - Home Edition that happened. One moment I was fine and the next I had the feeling in my chest that you get when you are really upset. It was such a rapid and intense change in mood that even James noticed it. I've put it down to three things: 1. Homesickness. I can't help but think of all my little cousins as we approach Christmas, especially my godchild who I simply adore. I am so lucky that I get on so well with James' family and I am excited to see his nephews and niece over the Christmas holidays and then his nieces in England in January but at this time of the year I do miss the little ones from home. It probably doesn't help that a friend of mine is heading home to Ireland tomorrow while I look forward to a fortnight of work and my hours will make it difficult to visit Jam


Have you ever heard of a mondegreen? It is the name given to a misheard lyric. The phrase was coined by Sylvia Wright who, as a child, misheard the line 'I laid him on the green' as 'Lady Mondegreen'. Cute isn't it! We have all had a mondegreen or two in our time. That is a definite. This morning I read someones status update on Facebook and they had written the lyrics to "Forever in Blue Jeans". It is a great song.  However, for years I misheard the lyrics. When Neil Diamond sang Forever in Blue Jeans,  I heard him sing Reverend Eugene. What tips this little anecdote to the pathetic side of the spectrum is that I knew the song title and wondered what that had to do with the song.  However, I still maintain that it was a plausible error. Listen... My other beauty was with Lionel Ritchie's "Hello". You know that adorable love song, where he sings 'I want to tell you so much I love you' Yes


Today is one of those days where I want to write but I don't know what words to use.  I feel as though I have a lot to say, or that there is a lot that I should say but every time I get close to revealing these words and emotions they get stuck in my throat and don't quite make it to my brain. Therefore my fingers can't relay them on paper/on word. My sister's anniversary is an oxymoron. I shall tell you why. Every year, the rawness reopens but every year the wound heals faster and faster.  It makes it easier. However, every year I realise that there is something I have forgotten. A little quirk or joke or something that once was hilarious is now a forgotten punchline and that prolongs the sadness.  I think it is the forgetfulness that upsets me most of all. But you know what, the stuff that I remember, well that just cracks me up. Marguerite's impressions of everyone were superb.  Truly superb. Especially her impressions of her teachers. I have

My name

My name is Louise O'Dwyer at school I was called Labhaoise Ní Dhuibhir What if I wasn't Irish? What would I be called? Well,  if I was French I would be Louise Haudoire, In Chinese I would be    路易丝    pronounced  Lù yì sī  if I were Elven I would be Nienna Tárlóm, if I were a Hobbit I would be Dimple Gamwich of the Bree Gamwiches. Fun isn't it! Would you like a Elven name? Click here Would you like a Hobbit name? Click here

8 years and counting

I know most people hate Mondays. Well, people who have weekends off hate Mondays. My weeks generally don't have a weekend so Monday and Friday are all the same to me. But there is one Monday of the year that I hate. I mean hate with a passion. It is this one. It doesn't have a date, it is the Monday that corresponds with the Monday night my little sister died. This one is it. I wasn't going to mention it. I don't see the point generally. I actually tend to do stuff on the Monday night to distract myself (tonight I am embarking on an overnight deep-clean of my store) but this one is different. Why? Because I have a cold, and have therefore been feeling sorry for myself all day. Feeling sorry for myself has thus led to me thinking back 8 years ago and tutting at myself for feeling sorry for myself about a runny nose and a chesty cough. Not many people can say, without shadow of a doubt, a date that changed their life forever. I can. I wish I couldn't, but I

Too early for Christmas? Check out these stamps!

I am a believer that Christmas should not be mentioned until December. Let me rephrase, mentioned yes, but constantly discussed no. About two nights ago, James commented on how there were only four weeks to Christmas. I won't lie to you, I had thought there were six. Oops. A mild panic set in. It only sets in because of postal dates but boy does it set in. So today I got organised. I went to the charity shop beside where I work and I bought some lovely Christmas cards. Normally I go for cheap, cheap Primark cards but this year I went with the fancy ones with Edinburgh Castle and glitter (oh how I love glitter). I rationalised my splurges with the mantra 'It is for charity and Christmas is a time of charity'.  So with my cards bought, I did probably the most organized thing I've ever done. I bought the stamps to accompany them! Wait until I show you the Christmas stamps. They are quite possibly the cutest stamps I have ever come across.  Are they not

The day I got a little sister.

Last night, as I got the bus home from work, I got really choked up as the clock turned midnight. Perhaps because I'd been checking product dates all day, I was painfully aware of what date I was stepping into, or perhaps because I had just returned from a trip to Ireland I was painfully aware of it all. I don't know. It's not important. When I went to bed last night, I started to think about my sister a little more. A lot more. I remember the day she was born. Isn't that weird? I was only 3 years old but I remember. Mam was on the phone from the hospital to Da, and he asked my brother and I if we wanted to speak to our mammy. Naturally we both jumped at the chance to say hi. Our telephone at the time was in the hallway and was a few feet from the ground, so my brother and I had to stand on a chair to speak into it. As the eldest I went first and gushed and oohed as I thought was appropriate. I hopped off my chair and gave the floor to my brother. I was unpre

Laughing yourself to tears

Today I had a wonderfully lazy day. I spent much of it watching clips on Youtube, interrupting my viewing occasionally to make a cuppa, clean another segment of my flat, or chat to someone on the phone. Laziness galore! Then I came across this nugget of fabulousness. I have watched it at least four times now and I am still just giggling like a schoolgirl. Not only is this a clip with two of my favourite actors, It is a reminder of a game I used to play in my first job here in Edinburgh. It seems us Irish really do think alike! The question we always went with was "Would you rather sperm that could sing or poo that could swim?" It always led to hours of hilarity!


I found out yesterday that I was one of the winners of the photography competition that I entered as one of my 30 before 30. My photograph will now be used in a calender as the January image. How exciting! What do you think?

Born in the 80s?

Lots of pages have popped up on Facebook recently with little nuggets of nostalgia from when I was a kid. I think it is always nice to look back at the past and remember those things which at the time either mortified you or made your heart swell to the size of a balloon. So I have put my thinking cap on, and I must admit it has gotten quite snug, and I have gathered some of the things that I remember from my childhood.  One of the strongest glues bonding Irish children of the 80s is the TV show Glenroe. Every Sunday night without fail the strains of the end credits sent fear deep into our hearts. It meant two things. 1. Bedtime 2. School in the morning. Every Sunday night my brother, sister and I would scramble to start making our school lunch as soon as we heard the music just so we could have a few more coveted minutes before the inevitable march up the stairs. I loved Sunday night television. Before Glenroe there was another TV show that I adored. It was call

Philosophies on life and religion

Tonight James and I sat at home with some candles burning, a few pots of herbal tea shared between us and together we watched some interviews and documentaries with/of the Dalai Lama. I love listening to him speak.  I love how he always says to keep religion out of it to simply listen to the lessons he teaches. He is a wise and wonderful man. Those of you who know me, know that I am not in the slightest was swayed by religion. I don't dislike religion. In fact, I think that if faith brings solace and happiness then it is a wonderful thing and those who receive this solace and happiness are truly blessed. I asked my friend Tif to describe her religion (Mormonism) to me in one sentence. It was a tough challenge but she did it. She said   It teaches of Christ's works and life, his atonement, and our salvation, it teaches that charity

30 going on 30 update

Do you recall that wonderful list I drew up last April with 30 things that I wanted to achieve by 30? Well I feel it is time for an update. The first challenge on my list was to read the BBC Top 100 books. This has proven to be a tough challenge. I do not have enough time in the day to do all the reading this requires so I'm reading two books at a time and alternating when necessary. Thankfully I have read some of this magnificent pieces of literature before and I am flying through those books quickly. So far I have read/re-read: Wuthering Heights One of my favourite stories ever. Before I read it I always just assumed that Heathcliff was Mr. Romance. How wrong was I? He is a vindictive, possessive bastard who has been horribly treated by the true love of his life so somehow, and don't ask me why, he becomes a misunderstood, romantic lead. I hate him, I love him no, it is more than that I am infatuated by him. As for Catherine, well, don't get me even started

My holiday indulgence

I am holiday from work this week and I will be contently spending it at home catching up on some badly needed Lu time. I am quite a social butterfly but I am also just as content (if not more so to be truly honest) in my own company. I use my Lu time to do those things that I know James tolerates but probably doesn't love quite as much as I do. Let me show you my plans for this week. I warn you, they are not going to stretch your imagination by any means... I plan to listen to as much of these guys as possible Check out 2.09 and the response in 2.46. I frickin love it!  Heineken anyone? A little bit of this man too... Altogether now ' Jamme, jamme 'ncoppa, jamme jà,  Funiculi Funicula' I plan to sing into my hairbrush, while dancing in my socks to this song a lot. I shall do a spot of light reading Along with a little heavy reading (though it is going down MUCH easier this time)    I am working on a story for