Filming and such

A film crew came to town this week to film a commercial for a national chain of grocery store. There were auditions, road closures; they even painted a couple of run down buildings on the main street to make everything look picture perfect.

But the complaints! I work in a store, on the main street, and all I heard throughout the day the road was closed was complaints and questions. Mostly "When will they be done?"

It was possibly the nicest day we have had so far this Spring. The sun was shining, the sky actually looked blue, there were only whispers of clouds up there and to top it all off, it was warm. Imagine! In Ireland, in April, it felt warm! Crazy. But people were complaining because on this beautiful day they had to - wait for it - walk down the town, and go ever so slightly out of their way to get to their destination instead of going down the pain in the behind, one way system, awkward, skinny ass hill that passes for a main street in this place. I just don't understand people.

To be fair, yes, some of the people are folks who need to drive, who cant walk very far and have relatives drop them at the door, but 90% of the moaners were able bodied. Just plain lazy.

Get up. Get out. Enjoy the sunshine. Enjoy the fact that Our Town has been chosen as the place to film this commercial. Be excited. Be involved. But mostly, if you can't say something nice, keep your mouth shut.

Pet Peeves

Using Youtube while I'm pottering in my kitchen, have a couple of playlists set up. But what really bugs me is bands who think they need to address me, the viewer, at the end of every single video. Once or twice is forgiven, ya know, the day their album is released, sure, or if they're announcing something special. But not every time you post a video. If I like you enough to have bothered to find you on youtube, it means I will probably look you up if I want to find out tour dates or album names or release dates.

No need to address me, the viewer, every time.

"Hey guys, thanks for watching."

Stop it. It messes up my playlist time.

Dreaded Three Oh

The title of this post was originally going to be the name of the blog, but I decided against it, because I'm not always going to be complaining about my age. I promise.

My youngest nephew turned 7 today and I helped out at his birthday party. It made me a little glad that I am still childless. I love him and my other nieces and nephews more than I can describe. They are all amazing kids (6 of them in total) but sometimes I think that the six of them is enough. I can get my kid fill any time I like by babysitting. And once they've gone home I am delighted to be by myself again. I can only imagine what it's like to have 2 or 3 around your ankles every hour of every day.  The joys of other peoples kids - you can send them home when it all gets too much.

I had the best of intentions to write here more regularly than once a week but I kept putting it off. Reluctance I think to tie myself into this. Reluctance to tie myself into something permanent, something fixed and long term. Like a job.

I have been inviting people to a birthday celebration, so I'm guessing I kind of have to do something now, but the question is, what?

I change my mind every other week. I keep leaning towards a Mad Hatter Tea Party type event, but where, when, how are all issues. Also, I'm not overly keen on the organising stuff, but I also don't want to let anyone else organise it either. Just means a bit of a tug of war is going to occur soon.

Day One.

I turn 30 this year. August 12^th to be exact. And I am unprepared. I didn’t think turning 30 would bother me, and if I’m honest I guess the age itself isn’t my issue; the issue is that I made a list – mentally – as a teenager, as I think many of us do, and so very little has been crossed off that list that it bothers me. I feel like I’m falling behind almost, that I should be at a certain point in my life and I’m not.

At the age of 15 I figured that by 25 – 10 years seemed a long time back then – I would be married (or at the very least engaged); I would have a kid (or, again, at least be pregnant or attempting to get pregnant) and I would have a job that I enjoyed doing and was good at. To complete the bonus level on Life 2.0 you also should have a house, a car and some pets thrown in for good measure.

Nope. Nada. Zilch.

I have a wonderful partner (I’m almost 30, calling him my boyfriend makes it sound like I’m a cradle snatcher) and a job so I can’t say nothing good has happened, but the job is part time and while its enjoyable, it has it’s down sides.

Because of this part time enjoyable job, I find myself alone a lot, at home during the day. You would think this would be good. The house would be clean, dinner would be on the table, washing and ironing up to scratch, but no, unfortunately not the case. I find that being alone so much makes me sad, lethargic, and completely unmotivated to do pretty much anything. I try to keep up appearances but to be honest I watch a lot of bad TV. I attempt a few crafty things such as cards and weird button collages. Occasionally I bake, usually so I have junk food to eat. But all of this simply serves to remind me that I am not up to scratch.

Friends are getting married, having kids, buying houses. I think I feel that somewhere along the way something went wrong. I don’t want the fairytale ending, the big white wedding and the mice making my dress. But I do want a life that excites me. I want something that I can look back at in another 30 years and think ‘Yeah, that was a pretty good ride.’

I know I’m not alone. I know I am not the only almost 30 year old who’s stuck in a rut with no vision of what might be. I know I can’t be the only one who sits at home, desperate to change things but lacking the strength or courage to try. What if it all falls apart around me?