I thought Gina Carano was good….
July 27, 2010
Meet Chloe Bruce..
We inherited a teenager. We lived to tell the tale. Just about.
I’m at a loss at the moment since a big project I worked on went live. Not only was the project big, it was tough going to deliver all the client’s requirements. But now its all done and dusted and the client is happy and I suddenly have loads of spare time. Which meant getting back into training full time. Which equals a trip to the physio cause of scar tissue and hamstring tightening. Sounds lovely doesn’t it? It’s not extremely painful, more of a flareup every now and then when I am doing too much bouncing on my toes either in cardio or jumping jacks. The physio lady did some work involving her pointy elbow and releasing the tension in the calves. One more trip to her on Fri and resting a bit and I should be back in business. With 4 weeks to go to my next belt grading, I am hoping to be fit to grade, I need to get a lot of classes in. Usually I go with the kid on a Tuesday evening and then we come home and throw stuff at the telly whilst watching the Real L word. I know, I know, * hangs head in shame *. Its train crash tv but it has lesbians in it so technically I have to watch it or they will take my sapphic card away from me? But its so bad and out of all of them, the character called Rose is quite possibly the worst girlfriend on the planet and that’s saying something.
This is the situation and yes I know its reality TV, BUT reality TV means that these are real people. Real women with real emotions and so you’d have to feel for Rose’s long suffering gf. The gf who is a sweetheart has decided after 3 years to resign her job, she’s a bit stressed about it, who wouldn’t me and so is possibly looking for a supportive gf. Well look further then that yoke you’re seeing. Rose decides that evening that its her night out with the gurls. And because she had a falling out with Nathalie, she’s decided to go for strippers and beer with her gurlfriends. She hasn’t the time to talk to her actual gf who’s just finished work and understanding is upset. No time to offer words of support, maybe even, oh I don’t know and I am going out on a limb here, cook her dinner? Ask her how her day went? No, instead of this, she manages to make the day about her, SHE’s had a stressful day and SHE wants to hang with her friends without a nagging gf. SHE needs a good boot in the hole if you ask me. But yes, this is what myself and the kid spend our Tuesday evenings doing. When we are not trying to find a good horror to watch. We suffered through the Crazies a few weeks ago. Pants movie. Rec 2 last week was okay, but we are looking forward to Paranormal Activity in the Autumn, the first one gave me a new hairstyle 
This week is a 4 day week cause I have taken Friday off. With the big project, Mammy2 was very understanding about talking to the back of my head most evenings so now that its all finished I am all hers for 4 days. No phone, no online time..I can’t wait! I might even finish a book :O We have no plans, we are telling people we are going away so we don’t have to deal with anyone else..If the weather holds we might head out to Howth for the day
This morning I was visiously assaulted (read spatterings of yoghurt) by an innocuos petit filou pot. I always forget that one should ease the top off as oppose to yanking it cause then you and whatever is in the surrounding area ending up like something yer wan from CSI should look at and go “here we say where the first attack occured, by the tracjectory of the yoghurt she didn’t stand a chance”. Or something. Perhaps the tiredness is getting to me. My major project is winding down thank god, from what seemed like a straight forward website has grown into a monster. Its been quite the learned expierence, I can feel my brain is as worked out as the boday at the moment with so much information swimming around in it. I hope it stays there, there’s nothing worse then wandering along the road and bits of html and jquery falling out of your head It can get messy for everyone.
As a result of the workload I missed my double class last night so I shall be heading with the kid this evening and we might stay for syllabus class as well. I am faily confident of learning all the movements for my next belt. Not so confident on the double kicks. What makes no sense in my head is that I can kick to the body and to the head seperatly but not at the same time. Think its the rechamering of the leg or something. Practice, practice, practice and then I to shall have a montage. I need a song though. Something about ass kicking.
The weekend invovled more work and IKEA. Have I mentioned how much I love that place? We need to start preparing the kid’s room for her moving back in full time when, hopefully, she gets an offer for art college. Its going to be an adjustment but she’s a lot more mature these days. Did I ever think I’d see the day? She actually wants to come bridal wear shopping with me. Now when I see bridal wear, I don’t mean I am
going to look like Princess Di for my civil partnership but I do want a nice white dress. For selling out like. Here’s the deal, I respect your believes and rights to your opinion , why don’t you respect mine? If I want to get some sort of protection for myself and my partner what is so wrong with that. Half measures me ass. </rant> Back to bride’s dresses. I want to avoid going into an actual bridal because they scare me. So if I can find a department store or somewhere where I won’t be attacked by helpful women it would be great.
