That Awkward Moment When You See Something You really Did Not Want To See.

I downloaded the app Instagram on my phone a few days ago. It is just another one of those fun apps that automatically uploads your photos to social sites such as Facebook or twitter.It automatically adds any friends you have on your Facebook friends list so that you can view photos they take as well. Just a bit of hi tech fun as far as I was concerned.

However it presented me with a dilemma because one of the people on my list have posted up a couple of 'naughty' pics ....the uses some people find for bottles these days makes my tiny mind boggle. 

I wondered 'Does she know that she is sharing these images with people - should I message her? - I hardly know her, have rarely spoken to her and what an embarrassing conversation to initiate!'

"Excuse me I think you're posting your 'porny' photos to the world - or at the least anyone on your Facebook who has Instagram."....Nah I don't think so!

I am a shy person at heart and find it hard to fathom why any one would want to post these sort of images to the world wide web...Once things are out there - they are out there. God knows maybe other friends on her list has shared them with their friends who have in turn shared them with their friends.....There's the crazy paranoid person in me raring it's wee head.

Anyway I doubt I would ever have that problem about posting images and anyway I would never be that 'imaginative' with a bottle 'YUK'. I just need to remember that I should never check Instagram when I am eating my breakfast

Rain is Coming ...

It is another beautiful day in Northern Ireland, though they say rain is on the way. I don't mind too much as I finally tried my hand at barbequing yesterday evening. All things considered it all went rather well and no disastrous side effects such as tummy upsets or the like, just a pleasant meal. It is strange that a barbeque can seem a special sort of meal, yet it uses the most basic of ingredients such as burgers and sausages

Considering the initial difficulties my daughter and I had we were well pleased with the final results. One of the favourite 'dishes' was the salmon in olive oil and peppers (hardly M&S stuff but still tasty enough). The whole process felt at times like the blind leading the blind but the overall judgement was that it was a good success. Thankfully, it didn't turn into a shambles that would have put me off barbequing for life.

Day trip To Carlingford

Looking over to the town from St John's Castle

St John's Castle

St John's Castle looking up to the misty Cooley Hills and in the North the Sun was Splitting the skies

Lookin down on misty Carlingford

Part of the Tain Trail in Carlingford

My fixer upper

Another perspective of my fixer upper

The Great Tomato Massacre

I haven't been on my computer much lately except to lurk around facebook and share the funny photos that do the rounds. I would like to say that this latest hiatus from blogging is due to my overwhelming busy lifestyle but the truth is.. it owes more to laziness.

I have taken up gardening - sort of.  Historically any plants I have had tended to commit suicide of sorts - probably through feeling neglected. Well, what do I know about nurturing or growing anything? Not very much if my latest attempts are anything to go by.

I planted some rocket, strawberries, potatoes, tomatoes and peppers. The peppers did nothing at all zilch, zero ...The potatoes I reckoned where a lazy bed variety. The strawberries, tomatoes and rocket took off.

The strawberries do seem to be holding their own (for now). The rocket after a very optimistic start have taken a nose dive and the tomatoes...

The tomatoes have become a victim of my enthusiasm.. I decided to feed them, later when I noticed they looked very tired - they were almost hugging the soil I got a little worried and read the instructions. I put the feed neat into the soil and I was supposed to dilute it with seven litres of water. Smart Alec that I am I next decide to try and flush the feed out but I have a feeling that not only have I overfed them but I have probably drown them (and I know tomatoes like lots of water, but seriously they have went from the healthiest looking bunch of seedlings to quite dire and desperate looking).

After a little dithering I decided that my plants may just fair better if I just leave them alone and do nothing. Fingers crossed they may survive me and I may learn something. Although if I really learned from my mistakes I'd be a genius.

As for the spuds, they are finally doing something but never having seen spuds growing I think those little green shoots could be just about anything....for all I know they are a few wild docket leaves.

 

Not Knowing The Steps Was No Tragedy

I went to see Steps in Belfast's Odyssey Arena on Monday night. It was a fantastic entertaining show, everyone was on their feet and dancing and singing along with their favourite songs.

 For a couple of hours I forgot that I wasn't a 'wee girl' anymore as I danced along, cheered and sang. I can't say as I knew the moves or even all the words to the songs but that didn't hinder me getting carried away in the moment. It was a great fun night out.

The upshot is that I woke up on Tuesday with a sore elbow and really sore shoulders and feeling as though it should be a Sunday morning instead of a Tuesday.  (Traditionally Saturday was my day for raucous and boisterous behaviour).

 My camera phone definitely did not do the evening justice.

The Cavehill, The Angry Birds, The Passing The Time

Yesterday I dragged myself and my little dog away from hearth and home and went for a proper walk up the Cavehill. It was time we had a proper 'workout' of sorts and the hearth in my case is no more than a HDTV screen. I stare at the images on it just as people stared at the flickering flames in their fireplaces long long ago. It is a slightly comatose state, not what you would call terribly healthy.

The thing about walking is that it gives you the space to think, having an awful lot of things rattling about in my noggin I gave up on the walking - choosing instead a fairly sedentary lifestyle which includes being glued to TV and playing angry birds on Facebook. There is God knows how many mindless activities to choose from when you are 'just passing the time, waiting.'

Everyone lately is oohing and ahing about the snowdrops and bluebells early appearance. I just think it looks like we've had our summer (a few days of warm unseasonal weather). Enough to bring out the casual walkers, the mountain bikers, the runners, I could go on, the Cavehill was almost as busy as Royal Avenue. Last time I was on the Cavehill (November) It was desolate, soaking wet with the rain and very empty.