Merry Christmas Everbody :)

Very short blog this week, just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years :) I'm not feeling too Christmasy just yet and I'm putting that down to the fact that I'm still working on my final assignment of 2011. Come noon tomorrow though it'll be handed in and I'll be off in town to finish my Christmas shopping. I'm going to take a small break from the blog for the holidays but I'll be back in action again on the first Wednesday of 2012 :)

Merry Christmas again guys,

Lots of Love,

Noelle & Penny
xxx

Penny's Story

This blog is dedicated to the new lady in my life. Lady Penelope Marshmallow Fluffington... Penny for short. She's my new rescue puppy and we've all fallen madly in love with her already (My Dad's letting on that he doesn't like her that much but as I type she's snuggled up next to his beard, curled up between his chin and his shoulder). She's teeny tiny, weighs about three pounds with a black fluffy coat and a tanned faced. She likes cuddles and snoozin and treats. She doesn't like my sister's husky Jeff or spicy potato wedges. I met her for the first time on Monday morning when I went to the Dog Shelter in Mahon to rescue a dog. We saw 15 dogs in total. Some were old, some were young. Some were purebreds and some were mongrels (street accidents as my dad likes to call them). Some were happy and playful and others were so skinny and battered looking that all they could do was curl up in the corner. I would have loved to take all of them home but I live in a small apartment with a tiny garden and it wouldn't be fair to bring a big dog home. I was beginning to lose hope and then I met Penny. She was the smallest of five puppies and her Mom was handed into the dog shelter in Mahon heavily pregnant and severely malnourished seven weeks ago. She was delivered via c-section because her Mom was too weak to deliver naturally. All the puppies in the litter and her Mom had all found new homes, except Penny. She was the runt of the litter, extra small and a bit cheeky. It was love at first sight and a few hours later she was set up in her new home, claiming the few inches between my Dad's beard and shoulder as "Penny Territory" and she hasn't ventured very far since. So there you have it, Penny's story :) Not all the doggies in there are so lucky though and many are put down if they are not rehomed. The Dog Shelter is not funded and cannot afford to hold the amount of dogs they currently have, not to mention the extra dogs that are handed in daily. I know not everyone can adopt one of these puppies but a small donation goes along way. So if you can dig deep guys, after all it is Christmas :)

My deepest darkest secret.....

I’m struggling to write this one. It’s my most personal and personally damning blog so far. It’s something I speak of rarely and I can go as far to say that some of my closest friends don’t even know about it… not yet anyway. When it’s brought up on family occasions or in the presence of childhood friends I can feel the palms of my hands sweating and my face burning a bright crimson. It still haunts me eleven years later. It’s something I can’t erase or block from memory, although not for lack of trying. I think back to it on occasion and wonder what I was thinking, what exactly had possessed me to do such a thing? If I were to hazard a guess I’d say it was the hormones raging through my body or the awkward transition from primary to secondary school. To look at me now, smothered in fake tan with hair peroxided within an inch of my life you’d never think I spent my pre-teen years draped in black, chains swinging from my oversized pants with blue streaks running through my hair and Nirvana blaring from my Walkman. Oh my toes are curling even writing this and it genuinely hurts but I… I used to be… a goth. * Shudder. Not even joking, 100% serious. -Photographic evidence available via Niamh Creech’s archives.
Can I explain though? First of all I was 12 and the phase lasted for maybe 8 months, at a push! It did not last until I was 15 despite what some people may suggest ( Niamh Shine/ Carmel Keigher) I did not worship the devil. I did have knee high leather fire boots but they were a present from Santa and I only wore them once because they tore my poor feet to ribbons. I did not wear black lipstick and I did not have back hair. I did wear stripey luminous tights, that one I can’t deny. I did have one of those dog collar things and I did rock a pretty badass shade of blue mascara. So that was pretty much it. When it was over, the Summer after first year, I got a full head of highlights and started using my Mom’s old Elizabeth Arden Toasty Beige foundation and half empty bottles of Rimmel instant tan- thus began my lifelong love of being various shades of orange. That’s all it was really.
I eventually reverted back to my pre gothic days and a few months later I saw Mean Girls and that pretty much dominated my teen years. I bleached my hair, waxed my eyebrows bought a push up bra and I haven’t ventured outside my house without make up since.
So there you have it. I own my awks!

Disney Oldies :)

I'm really having a throw back to the early 90's lately. It all started when the Lion King was brough out in 3D a few weeks back... My friends and I booked our tickets in advance and queued up eagerly with a bunch of pre-teens and the Reel picture in Ballincollig. OMG I forgot how amazeballs the Lion King is. I cried from start to finish and ran home and downloaded the soundtrack. Seriously though how amazing is every single Disney movie ever made? I've watched nearly all of them on you tube since then. They were all just as good as I remembered even though the clips of Aladin I was watching had video footage of pokemon battles integrated into it but if anything it added effect. Wathing it in your twenties is a bit different from when you're watching it as a five year old... like did you know that all Disney movies were musicals!? Ok so obviously when you think back now duh! of course they're musicals but at the time you're like awh I wish my life was like that... breaking out in song randomly and everyone around me knowing all the words to the song I'm making up on the spot. And have you ever noticed that atleast one of the romantic leads is the son or daughter of a sultan/ chief/ mer-king/ chinese army guy?? And that they all always had a small little animal sidekick that could talk.. or atleast almost talk and rarely left their side? Here's a list of everything I've noticed about these movies that I never noticed first time round. (Don't laugh, I was five at the time)

1. Pocahontas was Native American. I thought she was Spannish.
2. Beauty and the Beast embarked on an emotional inter-species relationship.
3. Aladin was an untouchable.
4. What would the little mermaid have done when she got onto dry land to find Eric and someone served her up fish and chips? Was she part fish?
5. Simba would have eventually eaten Pumba and Timone
6. In a Bugs Life the bugs travel around performing in a "bug circus". This does not happen in real life and don't waste two Summers looking for them
7. Your toys do not come to life when you leave the room... don't try and sneak up on them.

That's all I've come up with so far... If I think of more I'll let you know! Till next week :) xxx

Nellerd's Comm Ball Predictions with a few tips thrown in for good measure

So just applied my first layer of base tan, bleached my teeth, waxed my eyebrows, painted my nails and my six rows of hair extensions are marinating in hair conditioner originally meant for horses manes and tails to make 'em shiny and stuff so I figured if it works that well on scruffy horse hair imagine what it'll do for my extensions (If they don't disintegrate that is). My predictions for the ball this year are that Ian Griffin will lose something of value (camera,phone,pants), I'll take a tumble because my shoes are a size too small, jagerbombs will be consumed in staggering amounts, Jean and me will get hungry having skipped the full meal and insist on getting a maccy d's drive thru on the way home, comcest shall be rampant, drink spillages on our lovely dresses is a certainty and we'll all feel very sad and old that its our last ball :( BOO!!!

Hmm all the same here are some of my very best tips for all the ladies:

1. Sally Hanson covers everything
2. Avoid Niall "Drink Spiller" Griffin
3. No carbs before Marbs: Nobody likes a food baby
4. Fake eyelashes are the shizznet.. I'm wearing four pairs
5. When it comes to tan, the darker the better!

Sorry this weeks entry was a bit short must dash and throw on my next few layers of St. Tropez! Till next week my lovelies :) xxx

Skewl

I'm in my final year in college and I can't believe how fast the years have gone by I feel like I was fresher just a couple months ago. I had a scary thought a few weeks back (as I begrudgingly turned 23)... I started my first year in secondary school ten years ago. Ten whole years ago. Where do the years go? One minute your a nervous thirteen year old who's a bit short for their age starting grown up school, the next you're a 23 year old, who's a bit short for their age graduating from college! I miss secondary school all the same though. I wish I could go back in time and tell my thirteen year old self to take my hair out of the slicked back bun and invest in a bita fake tan... Of course there's a few things that I don't miss like wearing the same scratchy blue jumper in the blistering heat and freezing cold. And I don't miss studying for stuff that I have yet to and probably will NEVER use in real life like which rocks are igneous and which are sedimentary. I don't miss a few old teachers who intead of giving out to you directly posed your misbehaviour to you as question. "Do you walk on the grass at home?, Do you sit near the rad at home?, Do you use your mobile phone at home?" Em yes, yes I do... Doesn't everyone? But there are things I truly miss about my school days like Fridays. Why don't I get excited about Fridays anymore, it's just another day to me now? I miss that feeling of being in class and wanted to laugh at something so bad but not being able to so you turn the brightest shade of firetruck red trying to keep it all in. I miss passing notes and the sense of accomplishment having sent your note successfully without getting caught. I miss checking text messages on my phone, which was hidden in the boob pocket of my shirt under my horrible scratchy blue jumper like some kind of text message checking ninja. I miss non-uniform days. I miss when someone forgot that it was a non-uniform day and had to walk around all day sticking out like a sore thumb. I miss telling the girls that collected the money for the non-uniform day that my imagnary older sister paid my two euro for me and sneakily pocketing it for myself. I miss seeing my best friends everyday. I miss forgetting to pick my friend Creecher up for school and only remembering as I arrived myself. I miss regailing everyone with the tale of how I'd forgotten her and reinacting my interpretation of her standing outside of her house, a sack on her back full of books, waiting for a lift that wasn't coming. Don't wory her Mom eventually found her and brought her in but whenever I think back to that day when she walked into class 20 minutes late I still laugh out loud and not even to myself. I genuinely break out in a chuckle. Those were the days :)

Nellerd's Thoughts :)

It's November already and since I didn't give up anything for lent I decided to take another stab at giving something up, for the Holy souls and all that :) I thought long and hard about what some of my favourite things in the world are and decided after much antagonising deliberation that my two most favourite things ever are Havanas and Jagerbombs. They will be missed but this is an economical decision as well as a spiritual one. Think of the money I'll save save on fake tan, eyelashes, jagerbombs, vodkas to wash down the jagerbombs, more jagerbombs, chicken nuggets for after and taxis home? I'll be rolling in it come December. But oh, oh how I will miss my Friday nights in Havanas :( I'll miss the bouncers patrolling at the top of the queue, reminiscent of some low budget tv3 production of Criminal Minds, I'll miss carefully placing my cloakroom ticket in my bag to be lost inexplicably? I'll miss throwing some serious shapes on the dancefloor and the feeling of pure joy when you're next in the queue for the ladies' room. Heaven :) Perhaps some of the things I will be able to live without are suffering from post night out amnesia after one too many, the empty purse full of receipts and feeling like you're on work experience with taxi drivers who tell you everything thats wrong with our government and the general everyday struggles that go hand in hand with being a taxi driver... but I'll struggle on. It's November 2nd today. That's one night down and 29 more to go. I'll keep ye updated :)

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