Showing posts from October, 2004

café insane

The only really memorable incident of the weekend happened Friday, but maybe it's one I'd rather forget!!! Met Sandra after work, we went for something to eat, then met her pals Michelle and Julie-Ann in Searson's. Had a good few there, then eventually moved on to Café En Seine on Dawson St, the scene of many a crime for Sandra when we were split up over a year ago.
We moved around a few times to find a good spot, finally settling not too far from the entrace, leaving all our bags there. We were all pretty well on at this stage. Then Mich & J-A go to the loo together, and a couple of minutes later Sandra says she has to go as well and do I mind being on my own briefly. As the other girls would have been back shortly, I didnt mind. Or so I thought.
About half an hour passed and no sign of anyone. My theory was that the 3 of them decided to go for a dance and left me as a human cloakroom without telling me. So, being understandably miffed, I picked up my jac…

no nails left

Football is an agonizing game to listen to on radio, especially when your team is holding on for a win!!!! Spurs were playing a tricky Carling Cup match at Bolton, and I was listening on the internet radio. Bolton went 1-0 up, we levelled. Bolton went 2-1 up, we levelled with 4 minutes to go. Extra time, we get 2 to go 4-2 up, then they get one back. They last 15 minutes were very bad for my nerves especially as the ball spent a lot of time around the Spurs goal and the commentator kept raising his voice!!!! They held on to win 4-3. Burnley away in the next round in November; not easy either.

I almost chickened out of the Amsterdam trip, but Jason had already paid for tickets, so I'm in. Will do me good to get away with the lads for a couple of days, I guess I can't spend all my time tied to Sandra. Should be good.

The brats are on mid term break and I have them all day tomorrow, looking forward to it as always. I was worried when I moved b…

heading in the right direction

Could the title "JL Pagano's diary" BE more boring??? Time to spice it up, and let that be enough changes for one day. The new heading was simply my answer to Sandra's recent question : "Jeff you do so much for me, what do you expect from me in return?"


Having received a couple of comments to the blog which were obviously the result of google searches of the word "pagan", I decided to add an "o" to the end of my pen-name to scare off the devil worshippers from blogland. I find it gives the name a more Latin sound to it, and encourages people to soften the a's and say "pah-GAHN-o" instead of "PAY-gun" which I would undoubtedly get with the other way. No offence intended, Mark n Vicki!!!!

Did another 1000 word piece this evening, and decided to make it a bit less tear-wrenching than my previous ones. It's called "1000 words on Bleeding Heart Liberals" but is maily about the presidential race in the USA which takes place next week. I know I'm tooting my own horn, but I like the way it came out. So there.

The Amsterdam trip at the end of November is on the cards. It will probably do Sandra and myself to have a weekend away from each other to let…

All my jogging all my working out all my supposed diets for weeks and when I have my picture taken I still have that goddam double chin!!! The party went well nonetheless, well, up to the point when I had a couple of shots of Sambuca and turned into Mr Hyde for a while, but I paid the price with a wicked hangover this morn, also placing a call on the porcelain telephone a few times.

go to see saw

Sandra and I brought her mother out for a meal and a movie last night; we went to the Liffey Valley Centre and ate at Spur Steakhouse, followed by the thriller "Saw".
The film is similar to "Seven", which I thought was one of the most compelling serial killer thrillers I have ever seen. This one isn't quite as good, but does keep you watching throughout and does not fail to shock and surprise you at every turn. If you like that sort of thing I strongly recommend it.

My friend Jason(who we call "The Cat"), has asked me if I want to go for a couple of day's cultural experience in Amsterdam at the end of November. I will let you draw your own conclusions as to what I mean by cultural experience!!! I am going to meet him for coffee this afternoon to get details; he claimed in a text message yesterday that he can get a very cheap deal to go there.

Speaking of movies, I have to laugh at the latest release of…

seventh heaven

The Red Sox won Game 7, 10-3. They took a 6-0 lead early, and I counted every out to the end as their superior pitching staff brought the game home. Sporting history was made. Unbelievable. I even have an avid Yankee fan that I can email to take the piss out of. Sorry, Ben!!!

Meeting Sandra for lunch in Hourican's Pub at 1, then picking up the kids from school and bringing them back here for the night, as is the norm for Thursday.

tale of the tape

If you know little or nothing about baseball, I would say that you still may find this entry interesting, but I would suggest that you ignore the segment between *JARGON BEGINS* and *JARGON ENDS*. Only true baseball converts will get this part. To the rest, if you have ever been emotionally involved in something you have seen on TV be it sporting or otherwise, you will appreciate how I felt this morning.

My favourite baseball teams can be easily classified as follows :
#1 The Oakland Athletics (aka A's)
#2 The San Francisco Giants
#3 The Boston Red Sox
#4 Anyone but the New York Yankees.

As the A's and Giants both narrowly missed the playoffs this season, my attention has been naturally drawn to the American League Championship Series between The Boston Red Sox and The New York Yankees. You may consult the above chart to find where my loyalties lie! It consists of a "best of seven" matchup with two games in New York, three in Boston, and the final two back in The Big…

I love this picture. The fact that it's blurred makes it even more appealing in my book, almost like it's a painting. It's taken by my camera phone and is of Sandra, her dog Jessie and of course my two kids RA and CJ. It's set in the field behind RA's old school in Greenhills, Dublin. It's what summer Sunday afternoons are all about.

back to normal

I brought Grandma to the Royal Hospital Donnybrook Day Hospital this morning for her "weekly" visit for physiotherapy and assessment, her first such visit since the passing of my grandfather back in August. It is very important for me that she goes every week as it is important back up for me to have her monitored so I can be sure I am doing ok with her.

Last night I wrote the second in my series of 1000-word pieces of summaries of my life to date, and my subject was my propensity to send text messages to the local radio station NewsTalk106. Doing the piece has gone a long way to help me come to terms with an aspect of my life which is holding me back to a great degree. See the latest entry to my "sister blog" I must admit I did send one text to The Eamonn Dunphy Show this morning, but since have honoured my "Text Free Tuesday" pledge. It's not easy!!!

an average weekend

Had an average weekend as the title suggests....went for drinks with Sandra on friday evening, had the brats Saturday and Sunday nights, went to see the movie "Shark Tale" yesterday afternoon with the three of them. I enjoy those afternoons with Sandra and the two kids, as it's great the way they all get along. By the end of the movie my daughter RA was resting her head on Sandra's shoulder. I'm over the flu now and was able to go for my run this morning after a week's rest, which was a good feeling.

I will be publicly humiliating myself next Sunday night as I will be dressing up as a gangster for a fancy dress party thrown by a work-mate of Sandra's. There will probably be pictures, whether they make this page remains to be seen!!! She is going as Cleopatra.

poles apart

I've been taken to place the odd online wager lately, and have been quite successful. My latest wager was a 5-game accumulator of last night's World cup Qualifiers. I had Ireland and England to win, with the other "home" nations, Northern Ireland, Wales and Scotland, all to draw. Had I clicked them all I would have won close to €1000. Instead I got 4 out of 5 and got about €50. The Wales-2 Poland-3 scoreline was my undoing. At least I was up on my €20 stake.

The 3rd Presidential debate took place in the wee small hours, I taped it, got up and watched it, and got more of the same as before. No knockout punch delivered. Bush tried to paint Kerry as an unrealistic idealistic leftie, Kerry had a Tony Soprano joke that didn't really hit home as well as it could. This race will clearly go right down to the wire, as did the race in 2000. The crucial difference for me is, in 2000, neither candidate had already had 4 years in The White Hou…

a lone voice from blogland

I wasn't that concerned that noone had yet commented on my blog, since it has been primarily for my own benefit. Yet I could not help but react to a double comment from a Keith from Austin Texas last night, which more or less said my blog was a bore. I was actually a bit annoyed until I read his profile, and then his own blog. He's a 20 year old student from Texas who seems to think he's Lucifer. Enough said. I presume he was drawn to my site by the word "pagan".

I am pretty much over the last of my flu, so I should really get down to my long list of shit that needs to get done. I have a pile of papers here bside my which needs to be gone through - divorce papers, bills, all kinds of stuff that has been on the long finger too long.

I got my report back on my second assignment for my writing course. She said I missed the point of the first section, which involved writing outlines on potential articles as well as the ope…

one flu over....

I came down with a bug on which I think I picked up when I went out with Sandra and her flatmates on friday night. It has put my jogging on hold as well as pretty much everything else, but I have been able to do my immediate responsibilities, like bringing the brats to school, dealing with grandma, etc, etc. I am on the road to recovery which the uni-flu I bought this morning should spped up considerably.

It was just a meal and a few drinks with Sandra's flatmates, Bernie and Suzie. We went to Mao Chinese restaurant on Chatham St, the food of which was ok, but I had some issues with the service. We went on to a pub called Ba Misu which is part of the Powerscourt shopping center. The flatmates were drinking wine and shorts while Sandra and I stuck to the beer, so by the end of the night they were worse for wear. When we got back to the flat, Bernie decided to knock on the door of the flat next door and invite to of the lads living there in for a chat. I must …

blah blah blah

Met the good crowd last night. Told ya!

Plans for today include cleaning up the house, picking up the kids from school, collecting sandra from work, going back to hers, then going out for dinner with her and her two flat mates for a meal to celebrate our engagement.

Sandra has had several advances from men over the past few weeks. One was from the brother of a bloke she went out with last summer while we were "on our break". I have to really control the part of my brain that controls paranoia when I think of this story. She planned a girls night out with flatmate Suzanne and they were to go to Cafe En Seine, which was her main haunt for the aforementioned summer. Sandra told me beforehand that she had a funny feeling the ex Andrew was going to be there. Turns out the next day that instead the brother was there and that he chatted her up the whole night. Paranoia says : Why did she let him chat to her the whole night? What really happened? Yesterday, h…

the good crowd

My male friends can easily be divided into two distinct categories : "The Good Crowd" and obviously "The Bad Crowd". The good lot consist of settled, married, good-job-having, golf-playing, wine-tasting, poker-playing, cigar-smoking, have-a-midweek-drink-but-not-stay-out-too-late-cos-i've-work-in-the-morning types. Decent people all, I must add. On the other hand I have my bad lot which comprises spliff-smoking, womanizing, dirty-joke-telling, bookie-frequenting, drink-anywhere-anytime types. Again, decent people underneath it all. When I do get out without Sandra it is normally with the bad crowd, and we go to a night club, get blotto on vodka and chat up girlies. (Here I should add that often when I have the kids overnight, Sandra goes out and gets blotto and gets chatted up - doesn't mean anything untoward actually happens!) Meetings with the good crowd are much more formal, and usually consist of meeting up on the first Thursday of every month in the St…

doubly healthy

Well, I said I was worried about the two doctor's assessments I was due to receive on Grandma and myself respectively, so I should be doubly relieved that both of us were given clean bills of health! I am especially proud of Grandma's report as I have been responsible for her food intake since November of last year. I left the surgery without a prescription for her which must register as some kind of success in itself. I keep feeling guilty that in the most part I am doing nothing to contribute to society as a whole so this report proves that I am actually making a difference. If she was on her own there is no way she would be eating properly. If she was in a home there is no way she would be happy because her independence would be all but eliminated.

As for my own health, my worries were not helped last night by my watching an episode of the plastic surgeon drama series Nip/Tuck in which one of the main characters Christian Troy is waiting on results of blood tes…

what's up doc?

I moved in here to my grandmother's house in Booterstown back in November of 2003. Since then although she has had her moments her health has appeared to remain stable in that she has never seemed to be in need of immediate medical care. Her principle difficulties have been digestive problems and a heart problem but (touch wood) they have as yet to manifest into anything in any way serious. I still feel it necessary to have her checked out, and today I bring her for her first doctor's appointment on my "watch". It is to the Blackrock Medical Centre and Dr Brigid Sheehy, who has examined her on several occasions before. Here is hoping the feedback is good. Then there is my own follow up appointment tomorrow morning where I will receive results of my blood tests and who knows what THEY could reveal. I hope to be able to plan my future a lot better after these two appointments.
Taken at Taaffe's pub, Shop Street, Galway on Friday, October 1st, 2004. She is probably thinking "Ok, he has spent over a grand on the ring and I love it and all, but should I mention the fact that he;s farting like a trooper???"

gas craic altogether

She loved the ring. She had a horrible morning in work on Friday and was telling me how upset she was when I picked her up, so I came over with spontaneity. We had to stop off at her new gym and I waited in the car as she picked up her stuff. I cleared out the glove compartment and fecked all the shite from within into the back seat. I got the ring out of my bag, opened the box and placed it in the g.c. When she got back I told her to get a cd out of there maybe it would cheer her up. Of course at first she said "Ah no yer grand, sure we can play some music later!!!". Eventually I had to say "Just open the bloody thing!!!!!" So she did, and was almost moved to tears by the ring. I'll post a pic of her sporting it later on.
The trip went well, we had a laugh as we always do. We are very relaxed together. The only drawback was my upset stomach which lasted the entire weekend and manifested itself in a series of atrocious farts which I could not keep in …