I am really looking forward to going to Dublin this weekend to meet with a client for wedding photography. The last time V and i went, it was a grueling 4 hours on a bus, one way. We met with the clients for about 2 hours (they took us on a "wedding day tour" showing us their venues - which i thought was the nicest thing ever!) then spent 4 hours on the bus going home. Ugh.
If you know anything about me - i have a really hard time with travel itself. I love to do it, but i am so prone to motion sickness (literally, i will look down at my watch, and be sick for the next 45 minutes) that it's hard. For some reason, i'm completely wiped after traveling, too. When i went home to Ohio from Ireland the first time - i slept (no kidding) for about 18 hours straight.
This time we're driving our car to Dublin, so that will be much easier for me to handle. There's much more room - and if everything goes super smooth, i *might* be able to drive a little of it myself!
That's right! I passed my Driver Theory test (DTT)!
Ugh i was so worried i wouldn't though! V brought me home a CD with all the theory test questions on it that quizzes you on all the things that are on the test. It's good practice! But i took the test about 8 times... only passing once. So obviously i was nervous. Not to mention that at the top of the chart showing your progress (i started at the 75% mark and moved up from there... just never really getting to where i needed to be, which is 85%, i think) kept telling me "140 questions asked out of 815".
Really?! I'm going into this testing room knowing that there are any mixture of those 140 questions PLUS any mixture of the 675 questions that i DON'T know could be asked?! EEK! no pressure... right?
So i walk into the testing facility and there are about 10 chairs facing the door, which are mostly filled. Immediately, everyone looks at me... i sheepishly grin and plop down between two teenage-ish guys. Everyone is sitting deathly silently, and i start to wonder if i need to check in (V had registered me online). So i lean over to the boy next to me and ask, "do we need to sign in or anything?"
he answers, "yeah..."
so i nervously laugh and go to the window and wait for someone to notice me so i can sign in! As soon as i get to the window to wait, i hear stifled laughter behind me, and in the reflection of the window, these two teenage boys are smacking each other and laughing at me. Then they stifle themselves a little better and wait to watch what happens as the instructor comes over to chat with me... telling me to have a seat, place my purse in the lockers provided and make sure that i have my ID.
I have to say it wasn't so bad talking to the guy - because as soon as i went to sit down (away from those jerk teens) other people who had been there before me started grabbing lockers too. See?! they didn't know either. I'm not an idiot... at least, i'm not the only one.
The test went ok. I was fortunate to have been asked several questions i already knew (the ones i had gotten wrong on the tests at home and learned the answers from) and a few that i knew the obvious answers to. In the end, i got a 36 out of 40 and walked out with my DTT passing certificate and instructions to get an eye test done.
And that is what i'll be doing today! Getting an eye test. I actually am looking forward to it. I'm pretty sure i don't need glasses (although i have secretly longed for glasses my entire life), but i like to know what my vision score is. I haven't been tested in years.
Back to the whole going to Dublin thing- you know, i can never believe the gall of some people. HAha! Random? Let me explain.
So you may know the whole story about us going to Poland and having our landlords watch our cat (because we watch theirs pretty frequently) and it not ending well. The cat is fine but our relationship with the landlords is not so great anymore because of it. Oh! And our cat is no longer allowed outside because of some crazy and stupid reasons...
Anyhow... They texted us more or less telling us that we need to watch their cats this weekend because they're thinking of going away for the weekend. I mean, they asked, technically, but it was the sort of "asking" that is quite rude...
We told them that we were heading to Dublin and considered making a weekend out of it - implying that we weren't going to be around, and made sure to put "sorry" at the end of the text, closing the question.
Some people dont really know the art of subtlety, i must say - because they responded back with something along the lines of "well, when do you think you'll know about your weekend so we know if we can go or not?"
I was floored. Really? You want to make me feel like your whole life rests upon whether or not we have weekend plans?! Do you really not have any other friends you can ask? I mean i wouldn't be surprised... but i digress...
We ended up weighing the options and V and i decided to stay home (except for our brief trip to Dublin) and enjoy the whole family being gone... meaning the grounds will be silent and amazing. No children screaming at the tops of their lungs for their dogs! No dogs barking at a visiting car for too long... nice, peace, and quiet.
As much as we have enjoyed the cottage itself, and the location (soooo close to work!), we will be looking for another place to plant our roots. We hope to find something out in the country again, so our kitty can be an outdoor cat.
I can not express to you the sadness in his little meows when he wants to be outside and can't. He sits in all the windows and looks longingly outdoors and just... *sighs*. He cries that he cant go outside, and if we go out and leave him indoors, your heart would break when you hear his little meows behind the closed door. It's so sad.
So while the landlords are gone, i shall let my little wanderer out. He has had all his shots so i shant worry about him meeting the "tomcat" that's apparently around (which i have never seen) and maybe he'll hunt down the RAT i saw in the laundry room that was quite honestly almost as big as Bilbo.
And now... i clean. I must find all the places that Bilbo has peed secretly (as vengeance for not being let outside anymore, i'm certain!). Wish me luck!
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