Thanks for the Memories Dolores

I moved to Limerick in September 1993, with two new pairs of Penneys’ jeans, some nice tops and not a clue about anything really. I’d never spent any time in Limerick until then and had no affinity for the place. It took me in, the city that’s a lady. I…

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17 from ’17: Looking Back on a Year in Blogging

I’m still eating Celebrations and there’s a well lit tree in the corner of my sitting room so it’s fair to say that I haven’t quite leapt into 2018 yet. Before I do wave goodbye to 2017 fully I’m looking back over my blog life for the last twelve months,…

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What These REAL Women Want for Christmas 2017

Welcome back to the 4th annual Bumbles of Rice What These Real Women Want for Christmas, the antidote to the Christmas Gift Guides in glossy magazines which recommend cashmere scrunchies  for £350 and other frivolous luxuries that nobody either wants nor can afford. This gift guide is brought to you…

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Christmas Gift Ideas for GAA Mad Kids and Teens

Gaelic Games are popular as ever, and if you’ve a kid who’s into it, living and breathing GAA like I do you’ll know that there’s not much room for other interests!  With that in mind, and for my own personal research too, I’ve put together this list of Christmas gift…

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Me Too. What About You?

When my kids want to be cruel to each other they taunt by saying something really nice to each other and then say “I really mean that too, in an alternate universe that doesn’t exist”. Talking to my husband recently about our general life experience, about everyday things like  walking…

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All Aboard for Dinovember!

Tomorrow is the first of November, when all across the world toy dinosaurs “come to life” at night and get up to mischief.  There’s no message, no threats for the kids to behave or the dinosaurs will report them to a higher authority, no consequences. It’s just old-fashioned fun, with…

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The Question I Dread

He asked again. The question I dread. The one that makes me overthink and sends me into a spiral of emotions. An abyss of mammy guilt. It’s been a while. I’ve enjoyed that while. He snuggled in next to me, so early that it was still dark outside. I felt…

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We Need Eight Hours Sleep They Say

I’m tired. Oh so tired. Nearly always. I’m tired of not getting enough sleep, and these days its more my own fault than the kids’. (Well, mostly, there still are nights that I wake up with a chubby foot on my neck and I wonder when she climbed in beside…

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Weekend Plans and No Plans

“What are you up to for the weekend?” This innocent question that I’ve asked and been asked every Friday, since well since I was old enough to have any control over my life at all, got me thinking. Time was, when someone asked I had plans for the weekend sometimes…

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