Auditions for opera for carlow

Well, what with the silly snow and all of the general madness of Christmas, Opera for Carlow on my blog has been quiet…
Until now…
Auditions this week as I suspected. I thought everyone wouldn’t get the chance anyway so I’m going to give it a go!
I’ve been fine tuning my voice with Simon and his excellent guitar all evening. At the end of the evening, we had 2 songs for me to sing at audition. I’m going to tell you which one I picked. I have my reasons!
All will be revealed after Friday. I don’t want one of the local choir pros stealing my songs.
I’m not competitive though.
So, wish me luck for Friday night. Either way, I’ll be happy to be part of any group singing for the Opera.

I’m going to force you to listen to my music

So, my surprise trip didn’t happen. And not one of ye
guessed it! It was Oslo. Airport cancelled all flights and we
retreated to my hometown of Mayo. A very relaxing and mammied
Christmas was had by all. I’m now sitting on the train to Dublin
for the day. Am I becoming more unrealistic or hyper sensitive to
noise as I get older? Every person, it seems, on the train like to
“share” their music/games/general noise with the whole train. Which
results in mixes of tetris, Rhianna and Katy Perry. Has noone heard
of earphones or taste? We went to Japan a few years ago. On their
trains, they have a “quiet” section of the train. You are
guaranteed no noise of any kind. Just human voices really. Even the
train announcements don’t come on. A visual announcement instead.
It’s bliss actually. If we had it here, everyone would ignore it
anyway. That’s my rant over, I’m not asking for much. Or am I?
Just

Secret Santa

I have a nice, shiny and golden wrapped present sitting here right in front of me It’s very hard not to open it but I am saving it for when we come back after Christmas. Simon is giving me an extra special and massive Xmas pressie this year. He is taking me away to a mystery, Christmas and European destination! Ohh, how lucky am I?

I’m lucky, I know!

So, because I won’t have many pressies to open when I return, I am saving my Secret Santa present. It does have an indication of what’s inside though-A stamp that says it was purchased in a Pottery shop..Hmmmm, but it feels soft?

Now, let’s get interactive. Where do you think we are going for Christmas? Clues: It’s in Europe. It’s a city. Flight is in between 1-4 hours. It’s Christmassy. It’s not Scotland. Or Salzburg. Or Lapland. Don’t ask!

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The best burger…ever…in The Counter

We dined out in the Counter diner in Dundrum last week. Let me tell you this-it is the best burger I have tasted. You get a form to fill out when you sit down. http://www.thecounterburger.com/menu/

You choose the meat you want, like turkey, chicken, beef, veggie etc. Then you choose 4 fillings from about 20 unique but yummy fillings. You pick the cheese, sauce and the bun. It resulted in a beef burger with Irish cheddar cheese covered in Garlic mayo, onion strings( more on these later) and mushrooms made with a Honey Multi-grain bun.

Delish.

Simon, as per usual ordered the strangest things on the menu so he had a burger with avocado, beetroot and olives. It too was most tasty.

The friendly waitress recommended the Parmesan-garlic fries and I totally agree. Soft fries covered in a light garlic oil with Parmesan melting over them. So good.

Just in case, we were a bit hungry Simon ordered half and half-Sweet potato fries and Onion slices. The Sweet potato fries were to die for and totally unnecessary as we were already stuffed but the onion slices which are thin slices of onion fried in batter were all devoured.

Too good really. It kicks another diner’s bottom, in terms of price and portions and the staff were unbelievably friendly and helpful.

We sauntered across the way to the Spanish tapas bar where I sipped a well-made mulled wine. No sugar added just a warm christmassy spice and zest. I was in heaven.

A Rozzie is….

My full name is Rosalynn.

The double N is uber important, for my Mum anyway. At the age of 15, I changed my name to Rozz. The double Z was important to me then! It has stuck, I love my name though don’t like it when people call me by a boy’s name…Ross!

My family have an affectionate name for me…Rozzie.

It’s funny, only my Aunties, Uncles, Mum, sister and most recently my niece would call me this! It makes me feel warm and loved. I recently looked up the definition. See below and tell me if you agree!

Rozzie:ever-smiling. over-enthusiastic. crazy. female who is always trying to find a way to make your day brighter (even when not asked for)

It’s the small things…pink gloves…

It really is the small things that make me happy. WEll, two things today really.

Yesterday, we did a bit of Christmas browsing/shopping and I came across some very funky leather gloves in M and S. They had them in all colours, beautiful, soft jewel colours and plain chocolate brown and black. It was quite difficult for me to choose which special colour would bejewel my hands. I remembered how a Colour Therapist (yes, they exist!) advised me never to wear pink and if I did decide to break this rule, it should be salmon icky pink.

Hmmmm.

I was feeling all rebellious yesterday so I opted for pink gloves. Not just any pink but hot pink! Oh yes, how delightful they look on my hands, clashing with every colour, refusing to matchy match.

The second thing I was happy about was when I got to the till, my lovely husband took the gloves from my hands and paid for them.

Excellent.

My recipe published in the Times today. My.

Well, let me say from the outset that I took the trouble of entering this competition in the Times.

I did.

Simon might have made the recipe.

He might have cooked the Festive nuts.

I entered it.

I also changed its name to a more multi-cultural name, simon called it “Christmas nuts” and I called it “Festive nuts”. Looking back now, maybe they should be atheist nuts or winter holiday nuts.

Anyway, I could be a winner if I’m picked for the “Too Good to tweet best recipe of the fortnight” award!

Await.

Snow in Carlow-why not tell everyone about it?

Oh yip, it’s snowing!

In Carlow.

In our estate.

Look at my back garden, it is just full of snow and in fact I am stuck in the middle of a snow storm right now.

I was amused by the amount of “It’s snowing here” updates on Facebook and Twitter over the weekend.Everyone had a story to tell. Their snow was the best snow, the most special snow and they wanted everyone to know about it. Except, it was snowing everywhere so I wasn’t really interested in looking at millions of snowy photos of gardens or snow men. I had them too!

As if Irish people don’t remember the incident from last winter. Remember? We were stuck in the house for about 3 weeks with nothing to do but eat and watch tv. It got boring.

So, why the excitement now? I suppose it beats writing about the economy, the IMF or the cuts to wages etc.

Hmmm, I feel a snowy article and update coming on…

Staying safe-My article published in the Sunday Times

Here’s a transcript of my recent article published in the Think Tank section of the Sudnay Times, 21st November, 2010.

The Social, Personal and Health Education curriculum (SPHE) has a 30-minute slot per week in the curriculum of Irish primary schools. It has three programmes – Relationships and Sexuality Education, Walk Tall for prevention of substance abuse, and Stay Safe for prevention of child abuse.
Stay Safe was first released to primary schools in 1991. A “personal safety skills” programme, it aims to give children the ability to recognise and prevent child abuse. A well-meaning aim, but I have issues with the programme.
First off, it is now over 19 years old. Having taught the lessons and activities for many of those years, I find them outdated, unenjoyable and not relating to a child’s experience in 2010.
The subject of safety skills is presented through a character called Pajo on an accompanying video. I vaguely remember who Pajo is – a puppet meerkat of some sort that was popular in the early 1990s. The stories that accompany the programme prompt some of my pupils to laugh out loud, though, because they are written in a dated language and use superannuated settings. Children just can’t relate to them anymore.
Life has changed dramatically for the average primary-school child since Stay Safe was introduced. Social media has erupted, bringing with it a lack of privacy. Internet chat rooms, mobile phones and reality television have added pressures to a child’s life that simply did not exist in 1991.
So a programme based on current best practice and modern research needs to be developed. It should be taught alongside parents. Studies have shown that the more successful child-abuse programmes enlist the support of parents in a real way in the classroom, not in tokenistic ways like “Parents’ Evening” or in a “template letter home”, both of which are suggested in the Stay Safe programme.
Reported incidents of child abuse in Ireland have risen hugely in the last 20 years. Barnado’s tells us that 2,164 confirmed incidents of child abuse were reported in 2008, up from 1,978 in 2007 and 1,797 in 2006. Calls to Childline and similar organisations have also increased, and the One in Four advocacy group claims three times the usual number of clients are contacting it for advice on sexual abuse.
Batt O’Keeffe, the last minister for education, said his aim was to make Stay Safe compulsory in all schools. That worries me, particularly as there is no evidence of any success in its actual aim – stopping child abuse. Has the Department of Education even tried to measure its success?
Stay Safe has some fine elements but places too much emphasis on teaching children to recognise good and bad touches, stereotyping bad and dangerous people, and recommending they tell someone as soon as they can, without actually giving the child the necessary emotional intelligence and skills they need, not only to prevent child abuse but to grow into an emotionally intelligent adult.
The SPHE curriculum has some elements of emotional intelligence but lacks three – use of emotion, understanding of emotion and managing emotion.
Daniel Coleman, author of Emotional Intelligence, has written extensively on the subject of child abuse prevention programmes. His studies reveal that the type of basic training that Stay Safe advocates actually makes a child half as likely to report abuse than before. Coleman recommends a more emotionally and socially-related training instead. He says that children who are more assertive and confident can stand up for themselves, call for help or run away. He also says it is not enough to teach about “good” or “bad” touching. Children need to be self-aware enough to know when the situation is starting to “feel” wrong way before the touching begins.
So, before anything is made compulsory, we must review the SPHE curriculum and Stay Safe programme. Not only to bring its content up to date, but to look at recent good practice in terms of emotional intelligence, and examining its links with child-abuse prevention success.
We also need whole-school training for teachers and parents. The most successful emotionally-intelligent schools are where staff and parents are skilled in expressing their own emotions and feelings, within the school and at home. That way, we can all feel safe and happy knowing we are doing what is best for the children in our care.
Rozz Lewis is a primary school principal in Kildare, and tutors with Hibernia College on SPHE. She blogs at www.rozz.ie

The Ice House in Ballina-location of our 3rd Wedding Anniversary

The Ice House is just delish…from the inside.

It looks rather plain from the outside and not like a hotel or spa at all. Probably because it used to be a ….Ice House! I bet you’ve wondered where and ice was made, now you know…

The Ice House is incredibly relaxing, the staff were ultra nice with one of the staff ringing us the night we arrived to check when we were arriving. He then greeted us at the car, carried our bags in and presented us with a glass of my fave, champagne. We sat downstairs in the bar area, which looks right out onto the River Moy.

Our room was beautiful as well. I’ve put a little photo in of what it looked like, this wasn’t our actual room as our room always looks too messy to take a photo of…this was one I stole from the website.

We are always very excited about the bathroom in posh hotels and this one did not let us down! A massive, freestanding bath and open shower with candles laid around the bath. The Ice House wins the “Rozz award for best toiletries in a hotel bathroom type” the toiletries were L’Occitane everything! Oh, yay! Of course, I didn’t take any of these away for my own use at home.

We ate in the Pier Restaurant downstairs later that night. Simon had booked us in for the Spa the next day so we were wonderfully chilled out. I chose “Posh fishfingers”(this is what they were called!) and Chip butty, which was posh as well! Simon had some kind of healthy thing with fish and green-ness. This is typical of his behaviour. He chooses the most strangest and healthiest thing and I go for anything resembling Fish and Chips. I won the meal contest that night! I had Dark chocolate tart and Si got an assiette of dessert. His won this time as I was far too full to finish the dark tart, a bit too heavy for me but would have been lovely with a strong coffee the next day.

The Chill Spa is heavenly. When you go into the spa, they bring you into a Relaxation room. Again, overlooking the River. You are pampered with freshly made fruit smoothies, fresh fruit juice, fruit and herbal teas. Well needed after the dinner we had the night before. We had the Yon Ka facial, body scrub and foot masque. It was possible the most wisest way we have spent 3 hours. Utterly divine. The foot masque ended with a warming foot pouch. Bliss I still dream about the Chill Spa. One day, I plan to live there.

For lunch, we had a shared plate of warm bread, breadsticks and dips like red, nutty pesto, hummus and chilli sauces. It was so good. They had this beautiful home-made Guinness bread. I dream about this platter too. I would recommend going to the Ice House for this alone!

After the treatment, we took a walk on Inniscrone Beach. It was gusty but the rain stayed away.

We left the Ice House feeling chilled out and in a dream like state. My only gripe? You wanna hear it?

Kids.

No, I love children but was fascinated by the amount of familes that stayed there for the 2 nights. Very young children aged 4-8. The Ice House has no swimming pool, it’s not marketed as a “Family Hotel” and if it was , we wouldn’t have stayed there. The children slightly wrecked that relaxed, adult vibe. I wonder why parents would waste money (it is expensive) on little kids staying in a place like this. The food would be totally out of the typical “McDonalds” type child, but maybe I had a sheltered childhood.

The air out there is so clear, when you pull back the sliding doors in your bedroom, it opens right up onto the River. Breathless views of Beleek Woods, swans, grey clouds.  I felt like I’d landed on the most tranquil place on earth.

You know what, I probably had….