Hi all, I know it’s been a while, but sometimes life takes over. And that’s okay. That’s real life. We can all beat ourselves up about the things we don’t get around to doing, but it’s a better idea to give ourselves a pat on the back for the things we do get around to doing.

One such thing that I have to congratulate myself for is my bravery in getting a tattoo.

It was something that I’ve wanted for a long time, but I never had the courage to go through with it, my status as chicken being something I touched on in a previous post: https://yvonnemcevaddy.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/terrifying-thrills/

Although very proud of my tattoo, and very proud of my bravery, this post comes with a word of warning to those who are thinking of getting a tattoo. While I would normally be the last person to try to dissuade a person from expressing their individuality, from throwing caution to the wind and doing what their heart desires, what I have been through in the last couple of months means that I must, because I care about my fellow human beings, issue this word of caution.

Yes, the tattoo was painful. Did I survive it? Yes. Was the pain manageable? Yes. Immediately after getting it would I have recommended the process to others? Yes. Would I have ever gone through it again? No. Did I regret it? Absolutely not.

Then, what changed? you ask.

Well, in subsequent days I developed a rash around the tattoo. Nothing to be too alarmed about, as it was just a reaction to the colours. As some of you who have read my posts on sleep are aware, I am partial to natural remedies.







So I treated these spots, which resembled chicken pox, with tea tree and lavender oil. Which worked a treat. Until a spot developed on the tattoo itself. This spot I was afraid to go near with lavender and tea tree oil as the skin was sensitive. So I left it alone.

And then it happened. The spot got infected. This was not through me picking at it – as I said, I was afraid to go near it. The infection was not as a result of poor practice in the tattoo parlour – I had watched as the tattoo artist unwrapped sterile needles. He wore gloves. I was completely confident that I was in a reputable place. Sometimes these things just happen.

I went to the doctor and was put on a double dose of very strong antibiotics for three weeks. Then all was good. Or so it seemed. For a week or so everything was hunky dory. Then a few more spots appeared in random places around my body. Again I treated these with lavender and tea tree oils. They responded well. Until one spot got infected. Two more weeks of very strong antibiotics ensued, followed by three weeks of an antibiotic/steroid cream, which I am still using. I am also bathing regularly in lavender and tea tree oil, hoping that this will help the healing process.

I really hope my sensitivity to the ink settles down soon, as the last thing I want to have to do is have the tattoo removed. More pain, and yes more money.

If you have had a similar experience please feel free to share in the comments below. Or, if you have had a wonderful tattoo experience, please share that too. Any words of wisdom or advice are always welcome. And if you are thinking of getting a tattoo, I wouldn’t say don’t get one, but I will say, please take a bit of extra time to think again and get a skin sensitivity test. And if after all that, you still want a tattoo, I wish you the best of luck with it.


Screaming Baby Blues

While doing a bit of tidying up, I came across a poem I wrote when  my daughter was a baby. She is now six, and when I read it to her she thought it was hilarious. Let me know, in the comments below, what you think.


Screaming Baby Blues by Yvonne McEvaddy


I wake up in the morning

Bars around my head

I wake up in the morning

Just want my mama’s bed.


Got the end of the world, screaming baby blues

Yeah, I got them bad.

Got the runny nose, sore throat, sore ear blues;

Yeah, it hurts real bad.


I got my teddy, want my bottle;

Got my bottle, want my teddy;

Got my teddy and my bottle,

Now I want my mommy.


Got the end of the world, screaming baby blues,

I’m tired but don’t wanna go to bed.

Got the daddy just ain’t no good blues,

I want my mommy instead.


I got my daddy, want my bottle;

Got my bottle, don’t want daddy;

Got my daddy and my bottle,

Now I want my mommy.


Got the empty tummy, sore tooth miseries,

Got the my mommy done gone and left me woes.

Got my bottle and my daddy

But he just ain’t no mommy.


Got the screaming baby blues, got them real bad,

Got the screaming baby blues, I’m just so sad.

There’s nothing quite like a good beat to get you up and at ’em in the morning.

Some of my personal favourites are Footloose by Kenny Loggins, Everybody Needs Somebody To Love, The Blues Brothers, I Don’t Wanna Stop, Ozzy Osbourne, It’s Good To Be Alive, Imelda May, and, of course, Happy by Pharrell Williams.

So if you’re having a blue Monday, a tiring Wednesday, or you’re just finding it difficult to get into your happy place, put one of these songs on and I’m sure you’ll find yourself dancing around.

Perhaps you have some personal favourites of your own you’d like to share with me. Please feel free to comment.








Imelda May



I am in the middle of cooking for a children’s birthday party – and have burnt myself yet again while taking chips out of the oven. So item no.1 of importance is aloe vera gel. It’s handy to have an aloe vera plant in your kitchen. But if you’re like me, you’ll likely kill it before you will need to apply its gel on your burn.

I am expecting a few falls and grazes this afternoon – what would a children’s party be without some skinned hands and knees. Items no.2 and 3 go hand in hand. Lavender and tea tree oil. A little of each mixed with water and applied to a cut will promote healing and also sterilize it.

Item no.4 of course is a few plasters. Fun, character ones if you can manage it. If not, regular ones will do in a pinch.

Item no.5 is some TLC.

My husband and I have been talking a lot about the early days and years of parenthood. And of course those sleepless nights came up. It’s hard for them not to come up since there were so many of them and it was on-going for such a long time. Our poor girl was fighting sleep since she was 2 weeks old. At first it was only her day-time sleep that she was fighting, and we only really started looking into what was causing the problem when she gave up her day-time sleep and it was her night-time sleep that was being affected.

Those of you who haven’t been following the previous sleep related blogs may be interested in checking out






Since we’ve discovered that it was E-numbers, aspartame and cheese that were causing the problems, we’ve all been enjoying much more sleep. We have done a lot of research into E-numbers in the last year. There are approximately 500 of them, and they’re not all bad. And some of the worst ones can actually be listed in the ingredients as natural colours or flavours. Even when we buy things that have no artificial colours or flavourings she can sometimes have nightmares. When we do a little research into the natural colour she had consumed the day before we realise that it was an E-number.

When it comes to cheese, she can tolerate sauces that are 2% cheese and she can tolerate E-free cheese and onion crisps. But pizza, cheese sandwiches and cheese flavoured crackers are out, and so is, as we’ve recently discovered – fromage  frais. A lot of people find that if they eat cheese late in the evening they have bad dreams. In our daughter’s case, if she eats cheese at any time of the day it will cause her to spend a portion of the night, usually between 2am and 4am, awake and hallucinating.

There are some E-numbers that she can tolerate. We have discovered this through a process of elimination. One of these is Soy Lecithin. She has a limited amount of Soy Lecithin, as we fear that if she has too much of this she will be up at night with bad dreams. We have just discovered that Soy Lecithin is an ingredient in formula milk and some baby foods. So the poor girl has been getting E-numbers at first through my breast milk, and then through formula milk and baby foods. We started giving her cheese when she was 7 months old. And then of course there were all the medicines that she was taking for teething and ear infections etc.

Is it any wonder she had such troubled sleep for so long?

From the research I’ve conducted, Soy Lecithin does not appear to be harmful. In fact it has certain beneficial properties. However, if you have a sensitivity to it, like our girl appears to have, small doses or avoiding it altogether might be wise. More research is needed here – a period of giving her no other additives or preservatives and upping her intake of Soy Lecithin to prove that the formula may in fact have been instrumental in her sleep disturbances.

I will keep you posted. And if anyone has any sleep related stories to share, I am always happy to hear from you.


No Fences

Are you, like me, anxiously awaiting news of whether or not the 5 concerts will go ahead? Or are you fed up of the whole fiasco?

I can remember my first introduction to the music of Garth Brooks. It was 1991. I was at home, sitting on my bed, reading a book and listening to the radio. My older sister came into our room and gave me two cassettes that a friend of hers had given her the loan of. No Fences and Ropin’  The Wind. And there the love affair started.

I put the first track on and I was in love. I hadn’t been so in love with a singer since Michael Jackson in the ’80’s. That’s what The Thunder Rolls did to me.  http://en.musicplayon.com/play?v=102875

After that, every new album Garth released was on my Christmas wish list. It got so that my brother stopped asking me what I wanted for Christmas. After a while his only question was, ‘Do you want it on cassette or CD?’

When I heard that Garth Brooks was coming to Ireland in 1994, I immediately wanted to go to see him. However, he was coming in April. I was due to start my work experience in Euro Disney in April. I was a little heartbroken. But my love affair with Disney had been going on for a lot longer than my love affair with Brooks. And I figured that Garth would come again, but that my chance to work in Disneyland Paris was a once in a lifetime one.

I was right, Garth did come again. In 1997. But I was saving to get married in 1998. I know his tickets are inexpensive, but it was still an expense we couldn’t spare. Once again I figured Brooks would return. So I got on with the business of getting married, hoping that I would get to see Garth before too long.

Imagine how upset I was to hear of his retirement before he could return. I anxiously awaited news of him coming out of retirement. And finally the news came. As long as we could get tickets I would finally get to see Garth Brooks in Croke Park in July 2014.

Just moments before the tickets sold out my husband was successful.

I was ecstatic. I have been waiting 20 years to see Garth.

For the past 2 weeks I’ve been remaining hopeful while the whole thing is up in the air. I believe in thinking positively, and that’s just what I’m doing.

I will get to see Garth at the end of this month!



The cliche of having your heart in your mouth is such an apt description. When watching The Walking Dead the other night I literally felt as if my heart was leaping up from my chest, through my throat and into my mouth. I love that feeling although, in reality, I’m such a wuss – I cringe at the sight of blood, faint when getting injections or having a tooth pulled, and hold my jaw in horror if someone is talking about the dentist.

While attending a First Aid course recently I had to look away at the slides that showed gruesome injuries, but yet I have no problems watching Dr. Derek Shepherd cutting open a brain in Grey’s Anatomy, and it has nothing, or at least not much, to do with his McDreamy status.

I seem to have no problem separating fact and fiction when it comes to the gory details. In fiction, the gorier the better, but in fact, gory will have me reaching for the smelling salts. I can read, write and watch horrific scenes, feeling them unfold in front of me. Yes, I know I would look a bit like a crazy person if someone were to look in the window and see me leaping up and down on the couch and clutching my hair, but that’s only the wonderful feeling of the heart taking up residence in my mouth.

In reality, the things that induce these feelings are roller coaster rides and sky-dives, which are not all that common-place, so I need to get my daily dose of thrills from horrific fiction.

If, like me, you’re addicted to thrills and terror, you might be interested in checking out my novel Shadows of the Dead. If you read it, you might let me know what you think, or even write a review. And if you’re not interested in my novel, perhaps you can comment below and let me know what gives you thrills?