Wednesday, 18 December 2013

just a quick hello...

Hi all...

Well, now I understand why Miss T Payne decided to stop updating her blog forever!!  As much as we enjoy sharing news with you, the stress and guilt it creates when months pass and nothing new gets uploaded is quite unbearable.  I regret to say even now that I need to call a taxi in about fifteen minutes so I'll keep this short and sweet!

Ok-- first off, Merry Christmas!  Niall and I fly to Berlin in a couple of hours and won't be back in Ireland until Christmas Eve.  So this is probably the last time I'll be able to communicate until after the holidays.  Knowing us it will be 2014 before we get on this thing!  :/  (sorry again)

The last month and a half has had its ups and downs.  I will talk more about the downs once I have more time, but here are some of the ups:

cousin Jess came to Ireland!

we've had quite the international experience through our airbnb rental :)

I did a craft fair with my friend Jen at church

Ok.  I actually have to go now.  I'm so sorry... our next post will be so thorough, I promise!  I'll have Niall do it  :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS

xox
the maddens

Thursday, 31 October 2013

Shreddin' the Gnar!

The largest storm in a decade set up the perfect conditions on the West Coast

2 years she has lived here! More, if you include her first stint. With a body surfin' pro of a father, a board happy family (Paul, Andy, Marty, etc.), and years of coastal CA shredding experience - who'd have thought it would take Erin this long to brave the swell of the Cold Water paradise?! But that's what she did this weekend past. A few years out of the game, it was time for EKD to reconnect with the Ocean (albeit a different one).

I've been a few times this year - always Portrush, a town an hour North of us with a moderate swell tempered by its location on the North East. But this storm forecast promised something special and there are two places you can go which could be called temples of the tube! Clare and Donegal/Sligo. On Friday we packed our bags and hit the road for the 2.5 hour drive to the southern most town of Co. Donegal... Bundoran.

Our rented home for the weekend

And the view from the end of our lane



Saturday was forecast to be moderate. The surf was messy and we did the best we could. It was fun surfing with my wife in Ireland for the first time. We tried to catch a couple of waves together. It was a tad frustrating. Very short period sets. The sun was out though. All was going well until one fateful wave...... Not since I first started dating Erin or since I had to convince Jon to let her marry me have I feared the men in her life so much. Jon, Paul, Andy, Marty, Uncle Kel - I swear it was an accident. For once I'm thankful there are 6,000 miles between us.

It sat up! A nice wee 3 footer. Building slowly, Erin beckoned for me to catch it. We took a few smooth paddles, popped, and ta-da! The Maddens united in surf finally. Erin turned to come towards me - a mid-wave snuggle. What could be a more telling sign of our love. As she neared Niall thought "here she comes. rather close now. nothing to worry about big fella! you're a coordinated young chap with a bit of surf exper... centre of gravity is oddly far back at this point chum! you sure you know what you're.....O.....M....G". As I flew back, Erin crossed my bow, proud as punch and happy to see me. Punch is an unfortunate word. In slow motion I watched as my 7'10" hardboard turned into a projectile locked on square beneath her eyes.........

Forever I will rue that day. Saturday, October 27th 2013. There has not been a night that has gone by since that I don't wake in a cold sweat having heard that CLUNK resonate in my ears. I cannot forgive myself. For 2 years I have been protector over this woman, shielding her from all harm and providing for her as she tends to me. Now I must protect her from myself.

With my shaken confidence there was no way I was braving the 20+ft forecast for the Sunday. Instead, our instructor (we got lessons) told us to head to Mullaghmore in Co. Sligo to a big wave surf spot and watch in awe as jetskis towed madmen into certain doom.


The surf crew! Mostly guys from my work.
We braved first light on Sunday to catch a glimpse of the pros.



These boyos are mad! Can you spot the surfer?


Mullaghmore was an enchanting place

A stately residence with a stellar view!

Video from the film crew on Sunday

So now the process of self-retribution begins. Firstly, I bought her a digital piano. I'd say that's about 30% credit towards the charge of grevious bodily harm. I'll keep you posted on how I make up the other 70%....









Thursday, 24 October 2013

The Yank Invasion!

Aren't we bad?! We've been so busy - and yet I couldn't tell you what with. You know that Erin has had a job change (if not the career change she's been seeking). I'm back at school - duh duh duuuuuhhh! And the volleyball season has restarted albeit not in earnest. What is there left to tell? Erin blitzed the blog this week in an attempt to undo the damage our neglect has caused to you blogonauts. Well, there is the minor detail of the Dohm Invasion!

Planning their assault on the City - reunited at last!


As will probably be customary for the forseeable future, the bi-annual Dohm-Madden convention (held primarily at two locations, SB & Belfast, though we are looking into alternative venues for future reunions) took place one month ago. We haven't run out of activities yet! Without a doubt the highlight was our weekend with the Maddens! We started it off on the Friday night with a smattering of trad music in a very rural pub garnished with a pint of the black stuff.


The craic was mighty between these two powerhouses - the glue
that holds each's respective family together.

Anyone who has visited the Madden household knows that we take about 3 hours to start our day - and of course the culprit is our adoration for breakfast! This is OUR meal.

Bellies a-swellin', stories we be a-tellin'

Leisurely stroll around the capital before our Matinee performance


What a beauty! 

The river Liffey runs through this fair city


Genetic superiority!
The girls pose while the lads chat in the background

More food! This time dessert at Bewleys on Grafton St.

Our sardine-can ride home brought a new meaning to personal
space invasion for us! Note to selves - don't travel to Dublin on the
day of All-Ireland Hurling Finals!

Wrapping up the day with tea, coffee cake (yes, dessert round II),
and chats by the fire

What a fun two days. But it was about to be topped. Miserable weather had dogged us thus far but on Sunday morning the Heavens parted the clouds and we hopped in our cars bound for uncharted territory - the Wicklow Mountains.

The convoy en route

Yes! Irish road users may have no regard for pedestrian's
lives but Heaven forbid we ever deny a sheep's right
to cross the road unscathed!
Tourist!




Skimming! It had to be done. Unfortunately mum threw her shoulder
out on this attempt.

Tired but accomplished after 4 hours of walking!




This used to be a mining village

Jon and I tried to find the oldest tombstone - this one was 1769

How else do you complete a trip to the Maddens? Ulster fry time!

The Dohms continued on to the Noonans, then up to Galway, Donegal, Tyrone, and finally back to Belfast. I just went back to work - somebody has to.






Back to Belfast - Jon with his Snickers Milkshake
No trip to Belfast would be complete without a trip to McHugh's

Farewell pint

Bye Dohms! Until CA 2014!

In the next edition, Erin explains this:



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