In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
Work, work, and more work and its fab 
Coding, when I understand what’s going on is such a brain excercise, you can feel the brain doing push ups. A strange last few days. Ups and downs with regards family. The kid seems to be going through a bit of a rough patch. I met up with her last week, we were going to go to cinema but then we got chatting and she got a wee bit tiddly. I guess I should have known that she’s not one for drinking, I know I never thought I’d hear myself say that a few years ago but lately she just doesn’t go out. Whether due to the lack of friends or the not wanting to I don’t know. She was telling me loads of stuff about when she was younger , what she remembers etc. She was talking about shitface, or sperm donor as we like to refer to him as. And she said that no-one went near her all the times she was in the different pubs with him. There is no way
to describe the overwhelming feeling of relief. I had always suspected, I mean the places that SF as we’ll refer to him from now on as were never nice establishments. Perhaps the one solace I took from this revalation is that she was quite young when she was down there, around 5 or 6 and perhaps even perverts have standards.
All was well until she decided she wanting to go dancing. To Fibbers. For those of you unfamilar with this ‘establishment’, its where all the rockers, goths and god only knows what else hang out. To say I would stick out would be putting it mildly. She txted some of her mates, none of whom were in town or willing to make the effort. I could tell she was getting upset so I made some jokes, we had a laugh and headed home. She had a bit of dramatics when we got home ringing the boyf to tell him she was staying the night at ours. Thankfully she seems grand now. I feel so sorry for her at the moment. Her one female best mate seems to have given up on her for no apparent reason. Teenage girls are a law onto themselves.
The weekend was catching up time. We had dinner with S and A on Friday night as we hadn’t seen them in ages and then caught up with the rentals on the Saturday night. We headed out to the wilds of Raheny for a change instead of them coming into town. We caught the tail end of the hurling where Cork came back from a man down to beat Galway. I really thought Galway were going to win, especially with new wunderkid Joe Canning. I guess its not their year. Similar to poor Wexford on Sunday. I was expecting much more of a game but Dublin crushed them. Much like one reporter commented on in the Saturday paper, Wexford were heading to Croker much like the christians of old to face the lions. And sure enough, the sun was shining on the hill on Sunday as the Dubs sent a warning signal to anyone care to notice that they are serious contenders for the Sam. Poor Westmeath meanwhile drew Tyrone away on Saturday next. Fun times ahead. I can’t see us getting past those Tyrone bucks. They are flipping massive for once, I’m not sure what size spuds they have up north but I reckon we should put it for some
Training was good fun last night. My partner, the girl who has possibly more t-shirts about challenges she has complated then actual challenges out there. We were practicing our kicks and as usual my roundhouse make me look more like a serious ballet dancer then a kickboxer. If you were a leprechaun you might feel threatened. Only just though. And as such I was catching her wrist rather then the side of the glove. As usual, I apologised and she was like “ah tis grand sure…well actually I’m getting married in 2 days so perhaps now” with a smile. Needless to say I was careful from then on in. I also commented on why she wasn’t at home stressing, she said she came to class to get away from the stressing. She also looked about 12 but I refrained from commenting on asking was it legal to get
married so young. Perhaps its because I am getting old, but the young ones are starting to look younger.
I had the joy then of heading to meet Mammy2 at her gym. She has a pass I can use the odd time. As the shower is banjaxed at ours, it obviously got a message from the washing machine along the lines of “Lets go on the blink and really piss the lesbians off”, one needs to wash. Now the last time I was
the gym, it was a Sunday and there was a grand total of 2 people. This time the place was hopping. Not a problem until you get to the changing/shower rooms. Where people don’t bother with clothes. Or towels. Or anything. I’m not a prude per se but you wouldn’t catch me walking around with not a stitch on. You don’t know where to be looking. I mean I nearly walked into a locker trying to avoid breasts. The shower presented more fun and frolics. There’s no lock and despite Mammy2’s assurences no-one was going to walk in, I was none too happy. There should be a new olympic sport called “Showering whilst in the stretch leg position with one hand on the towel”. I nearly dislocated a hip but at least I was sure my modesty was protected at all times. The other thing I noticed is that the women seem grand with it. Never mind grand with it, they are stopping to talk to each other. Nipples and other bits to the wind. I felt the need to buy all of them dinner, I had seen so much of their body. I told Mammy2 I would make do with a bucket of cold water and a towel in future.
Mad women.
