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Various things

Visiting my much-neglected blog earlier, I felt really sad that I’d let things slide so much. Could it really be so long since I blogged? Life has been insanity recently. There are no hours in the day, for anything, it seems!

So much recent news. My business is great- I’m working so, so hard, but there’s lots of quality time with the kids too, and the rewards are infinitely worth it. I’m earning more than I did when in my old job, for fewer hours, WAY more flexibility, and, best of all, I get to see my kids grow up. On the downside, oh…wait…there isn’t one.

The house still looks like a shit heap, but what am I gonna do. :p


My pony, Morning, had to be put down, three weeks ago. I haven’t been able to bring myself to write about it yet, and it’s really too painful for words.

I know a few of you will be wondering why I am so upset over the death of a horse- I would say to those people, you’ve clearly never had a very special animal in your life. To my family, animals ARE a part of our family.

Her legs gave up. She was pretty well in herself, but she had been having some mobility issues, and this Friday she just couldn’t get up in her stable. The vet discussed it with us, and we knew it was time to let her go. She was 28- quite old for a horse. I don’t want to go into the process too much. She was too big for an injection. The vet shot her. I knew that this is how it would happen, but it was just awful. I don’t think I’ll ever really get over it.

Morning had been with me since I was eleven years old- a child. We grew up together. We were partners in crime; like minded people. She loved to jump and hated flat work- so did I, though we grudgingly worked at it.

We didn’t know very much about competing when we bought Morning- but through my teenage years, we had huge success in the fields of eventing and showing. She was so beautiful, and so clever. She also could be a complete bitch if her mind wasn’t on the job, or if she felt like taking the piss.

We had a lot of success, and I owe her a lot. I’ll always remember her most for her sense of adventure, though. We’re going to Donegal in a few weeks and the beaches there will be filled with the ghosts of Morning, my Mum and our dog Jamie. May they all be running together somewhere better.


The kids are gorgeous; I am so, so lucky, even though they make me crazy sometimes. Rob’s speech is spectacular, for a two year old, and he’s hilarious. Ricky is just sooo beautiful, and boy, does he know it!

Here are a few pics, from St Patrick’s Day. We took the drive up the stunning Antrim Coast Road and stopped at Ballintoy Harbour, which has chalk stone on one side and some kind of igneous rock on the other- the world famous Giant’s Causeway is only a few miles down the road and you can see the similarity in the rock formations (finished Suzy, lamely, having forgotten all of her 3rd form geography lessons).






You can nearly feel the lava below the surface there!



They’re pretty good kids. 🙂



I have a new website, I’ll share it in due course, though most of you know about it already. It’s still in development, but I am very excited about the year that’s to come.

Love to all of my friends out there who have been horrendously neglected recently. I am truly sorry.


Recent news

OK, enough from me in the whining “but this time I really am going to post more often” tone that you’ve all come to loathe, and that I hate myself for later when I break it. Let’s just take it slow and see what happens, ‘kay? 😀

The last number of weeks have been incredibly busy, I’ve hardly had a second to think about anything except for work and family.

Work, by the way, is now officially my ebay business. I left my job as engineering controller for a telecoms company about three weeks ago. It has felt a little like taking a running jump off a cliff and not really knowing if there’s water or solid ground below you for you to land on. I’m absolutely terrified by the fact that it’s not a hobby or an evening’s pastime now- I have to make it work. Signs so far are encouraging though. I’ve just achieved Powerseller status and also gained a Top Rated Seller badge- this was an amazing amount of hard work on my part, and maintaining that badge will be even harder. The standards required are incredibly high and it only takes a couple of assholes for you to lose it. We shall see…however, all is going (touching a whole great chuffin’ FOREST) pretty well on that front.

Me and Robbie have been home alone in the mornings since I left work and it’s been fairly harmonious. I have targetted myself on getting ten listings done per day. He’s quite happy to play in the background while I photograph the clothes and take measurements, and there’s lots of time left for snuggles in between. He is the most gorgeous child (not that I am biased at all) and very easy to live with.

So, that’s my mornings at the moment. Me and Robbie go and collect Ricky at 1.30pm and then we do something fun in the afternoon. It doesn’t have to cost any money- in fact 9 times out of 10 it doesn’t- we go to the park, for a walk or to the museum. I’ve had some really memorable afternoons with them already.

One afternoon in particular (I will curse myself for the rest of my life for forgetting my camera) it was an incredibly still and perfect, clear winter afternoon. I had made a chicken pie the day before and left my Dad in some of the spoils, before taking them to one of the many beaches near his house, at Kilclief Bay on this beach. We spotted seals on the rocks and in the water, examined the rock pools, and, despite the cold temperatures (though it was pretty mild), the kids waddled in the completely flat calm sea in their wellies. Of course, they both ended up totally drenched. It was truly one of those Calvin Klein-ad, perfect, afternoons, and it made me realise that there is NO comparison and that everything I am doing is for the right reasons at the moment. I will never get this chance again, and I don’t ever want to be able to look back at my life and think “what was I doing?” when I think of their childhoods, and my lack of involvement in it.

As you know, Robbie is now 2 1/2, so I’ve already missed years of that time. I’m not taking anything away from mothers who work- I did it myself and never thought anything would change that- I was very settled in my job (until June this year) and had no plans to leave. A variety of circumstances changed that. I think maybe dealing with cancer HAS changed me, and HAS changed my outlook on life and my priorities therein. So whilst all of this has and continues to scare the living shit out of me, the cancer has taught me- in no uncertain terms- to feckin’ well grow a set and live out my life as if every day was my last. I don’t spend nearly so much time these days worrying about what other people think, that’s for sure. Though I do still spend some time worrying about that. Old habits die hard.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’ve become a domestic Goddess since leaving work- that’s not going to happen, I don’t have it in me. However, I am definitely making slow inroads in terms of the house, and the kids have been helping me cook every day, which is both fun and frustrating at the same time. I’m fairly competent in the kitchen and a bit of a Prima Donna, so I am having to learn new levels of patience with them. Their enthusiasm is wonderful, though, and Robbie loves to clean too, so his job is hoovering the living room every day, ha ha! He actually manages to do a fairly good job, mainly because I let him have at it the whole time I am cleaning the kitchen… 😛 Maybe Robbie will be a domestic God. There are too few of those in the world.

I never saw myself as being much good at the stay-at-home and keep house and kids kind of thing, but it’s just “right” for now. Maybe I won’t be good at it. Certainly, doing this is MUCH harder work than my job was. I feel good that I am still bringing some money in whilst I do this.

The whole thing is a massive life change, and while it’s really, really scary, it’s also exhilarating. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. That said, I’m grabbing it with both hands.


I need to grow a set!!

I love ebay. I think I may have a growing addiction issue, actually. I buy and sell and it gives me a lot of pleasure, which is kind of pathetic!

While most of the time, I am really pleased with what I buy, I do find sometimes that I am really disappointed with my purchases.

A few weeks back, I bought a gorgeous Fenn Wright Manson dress which was listed as new. When it came, it was really lovely (though too big, so am going to have to sell it on) but showed signs of washing and was most definitely not new. I’d never have paid anything like as much for it if I’d known that.

Did I complain? No. And now I find myself fuming with my lack of assertiveness.

Yesterday, I received some boy’s clothes in the post. It was a bundle of three shirts and two t-shirts. The shirts are OK, but the t-shirts were absolutely filthy, they are now in the bin. I was disgusted!

Once again, though, I am finding it really hard to complain!! What is WRONG with me! Those of you who know me off net will tell you that I am a fairly assertive person and am not known for holding back when I have something to say, so why does that not seem to apply on ebay?

I wonder if I create a separate buying and selling account, if that would make me leave more honest feedback. I wonder if my subconscious reasoning is that I sell on that account too, so want all my feedback to look good. I know sellers can no longer leave negative feedback, but they can still leave a negative comment!

Why should it even matter??? I have issues, clearly!


Pink Sandals

My three year old son, Ricky, is desparately in need of new sandals, and with finances being as they are at present, I am trying to save some money by buying them on Ebay.

I found some gorgeous little Timberland ones which are made out of wetsuit material, so they dry off very fast if he goes in the sea or even a puddle with them on! I wasted no time in making a bid.

Big mistake.

Ricky is regrettably the kind of child who must authorise all clothing purchases before you can proceed. Otherwise, he is as likely to decide he doesn’t like the article of clothing and will get quite annoyed! He is something of a Prima Donna. That’s just who he is, and normally I can get round the hissy fits easily enough by simply involving him when I am shopping for him. It’s actually fun to go clothes shopping with him because he takes such an interest. As I am never going to have a daughter, it’s good that he cares in a way, ha ha!

HOWEVER- he doesn’t like the sandals. At all. He wants pink. Every time we have the conversation, it results in a meltdown when he is told he will most likely be getting blue sandals. He even went to my Ebay page and pointed out a reddy pink pair of sandals further down the page! Unfortunately they weren’t the right size!

I am now torn between hysterical laughter and irritation at the situation. He kind of needs to learn that he can’t always get his way in life. I am certainly not one of those mothers who gives in to their little darling’s every last whim! He is not a spoiled child by any means- just has very clear ideas on what he likes and what he doesn’t!

If I get outbid on those shoes, I will have to rethink. I found a pair of red spiderman sandals on Amazon which might meet with more approval. Sigh.

Is pink still considered acceptable for men to wear? I know it was fashionable fairly recently. Those of you who know me in the outside world will confirm that fashion is not very high on my list of priorities in life! 😀


I **think** I fixed it!

I reported a while ago that I bought a gorgeous long cardigan on ebay which I then discovered stank of mothballs/smoke and I was incredibly disappointed because it was something I’d been trying to get hold of for ages! Here’s the link, I can never seem to work out hyperlinking on here, even though Sara tried to tell me how before- sorry for being so thick Sara!

ANYHOW!!! When staying at my Aunt’s house last weekend, she had her great friends Desmond and Liz in for drinks, and the subject came up. Liz suggested dousing the garment in handwash cleaner and fabric softener overnight, weighted down in very little water and lots of cleaner. So, I put it in my pressure cooker 😀 overnight as described, then put it in a main wash, and to my delight, I do believe we’ve cracked it!

This was a very expensive cardigan (OK, so I got it at a knockdown rate on ebay, but still) so I will be utterly delighted if it turns out that I can wear it without my colleagues calling me “Stinky Suzy”. Well, no more than usual anyhow. Bearing in mind that I spent today being told by one of the engineers, “I can see your bra”. When I asked why it was that he was looking, he replied, very INSULTINGLY, “Any port in a storm”- so Gareth Thompson, if you are reading this, you’re going to be sent to Derry and Dublin EVERY time a call comes in for the next three months or so, and let that be a lesson to you!!!

Thanks to Liz for pointing out what should have been an obvious solution! You ROCK!!!


A nice Ebay moment, for once!

The same lady bought all my 0-3 month and 3-6 month baby clothes, two different lots which I sold at two different times as Robbie grew out of them.

She’s now sent me a lovely email asking me when I am going to sell my 6-9 month clothes as she loved the first two lots so much! smile.gif

It makes me really happy that someone like her has bought my stuff, and that another baby is having fun in all my son’s clothes, rather than some big seller buying the lot, and breaking it up to flog at a profit.

Plus as someone who works in the service industry, it makes me really happy that I have such a satisfied customer! tongue.gif


Smoke damage!

I bought this beautiful long Kaliko cardigan off ebay- it was one I’d been trying to get for a while, but kept getting outbid, and I was delighted when I got it in the end for a lot less than I had previously bid.

It was delivered to my work, and initially I was delighted- I opened the package and it seemed brand new and as described. So, being obsessive-compulsive as I am, I galloped off to leave positive feedback for the item. Hmmmmmppphhhh.

I got it home- next day, went to wear it with a dress I have, and as soon as I put it on, I noticed this funky smell, kind of like mothballs. It was rather strong. I put it through a woolen wash, but the smell stuck. In desparation, I put it through a normal wash. Twice.

So- it still stinks. And I am left with an expensive designer cardigan that I frantically want to wear (and which, I might add, looks FAB) but which stinks. STINKS!!!!!! I am so pissed off! I have bought loads of things on ebay which have been less than 100% satisfactory, but this is SO annoying! Especially as I gave positive feedback! Grrrrrrr!

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