bwoods

"To thine own self be true"

Eddie, Brenda, Aoise, Ed Finegan

12 / Female

Dundalk, County Louth, Ireland

About bwoods

Budding Member | Member since 29th Jul 09

Citizenship: Ireland
Previous Name (ie Maiden): Woods
Marital Status: Married
Occupation: Health Service, Media, Kitchen Sink
About bwoods:

We are a family from Ireland who have made it our ambition in life to bring our children to as many places as possible. My husband - Eddie is the adventurer and I am the more lie-by-the-pool type. That was until recently. We have ventured to Rome and now have crossed the US of A. Life is too short to sit still.

Hobbies:

Everything if I had the time and money, and had it explained to me properly. Eddie is GAA and all sports fanatic. Me - playing guitar, music in general (everyone says this) - swimming - gym - walking - cinema etc (the usual stuff). TRAVEL.

Favourite places:

The Trevi Fountain in Rome, and a little beach in the Lambay area of Kos (one of the Greek Islands) also the prairies of Texas and Common Fence Point, Newport, Rhode Island. And lots more.....

Activity : photos (152) forum (3) guide (0) blog (15) diary (0) trips (0)

Latest Blog Entry

We're not in Kansas?

Posted by bwoods | 13th October 2009

From L.A. to New York. From New York, to L.A. There I am, in a shoulder-padded cream blouse and red rah-rah skirt, pirouetting around on the spot in my gold lame Manolos, clicking my heels together on a sunny Manhattan sidewalk.

The Park Avenue pampered pooches whizz by with their Gucci doggie coats, the yellow taxis honking their horns float up in the air, the passports flitter open, the rental car twists at a ninety-degrees angle.
The Californicated hills and beach side melt up into a heatstroke haze against the dry brittle earth on the prairies, as a gun tootin’ Billy The Kid smiles and saddles off into the distance.

There’s Ali sparing with Tom Cruise, shaking his cocktails, with a jump-suited million dollar jewelled Elvis crooning his hunka hunka Burning Love inside a wooden barrel about to tip over the top of a white ghosted Niagra Falls. And all the while the slot machines ding out their noise-less tunes into my ears.

Everything’s a blurred memory, dollars, kids aski

Continued | Finegan Family Roadtrip from L.A. to N.Y