For some reason recently I have been making more lists then usual. To do lists, lists about lists…perhaps the girls over a gaelick are having a bad influence on me with their lists. So true to form, I’m sticking to a list today

- there a number of ways to tell the kid is staying over.
sublist coming up
1) 4/5 towels are used for a shower. I don’t ask, I just tell her not to leave panda like eye marks all over them.
2) The munchie press is cleared out and half a block of cheese disappears.
3) She proclaims about everything we do as being ‘posh’.
4) There are strange downloads in your active file list. Called things like Dope etc
5) the mumurings from her room could last all night as teenagers tend to not have a sleep patten.

- the six nations rugby couldn’t be timed better for baby making. If your ovaries don’t react to these fine speciemans, you’re male and straight

Okay so the last 2 aren’t six nations, but how could one mention sexy and rugby and not post pics of them?

If I don’t conceive this month, I’ll never conceive. Although then again its more to do with the sperm then the interest isn’t it? Must go back and read some biology books.

- the kid wants to go to college. Now the fun begins. With grants, maintenance, day to day costs, fees and lord knows what else, I can feel a headache coming on.

- which will match the one I got whilst writing my to do list last night in my head. I gotten myself into a state because for some bizzare reason I had the kid breaking up with her boyf, moving back in with us and us having a baby. How cosy would that be in a 2 bedroomed apartment? I of course moved on
to buying a house. 3 bedrooms. More panic as I realised Mammy2’s job is not exactly secure.

- what I learned from the above is that trying not to stress is stressful. Also throwing a stress ball doesn’t work.

- so I went training. The toughest class in over a year. We had virtual sparring. Sparring is always difficult because not alone are you conscious of your footwork, your kicks and punches but you need to be aware of your partners, where they are, where their next punch is going. Even though it was only virtual, and I don’t mean in the computer sense, it was exhausting. Thankfully my partner was a lovely guy, who didn’t kick me on the follow through roundhouse kick. He did on the first one and when it took my shoulder a while to click back into place, he kicked above my arm for the rest of them. Guys can be so nice. When you’re fighting them

- the rest of the week looks as follows. Meeting, training, catching up with our man, catching up with the mate J and his gf on Fri and then to keep the girls happy more rugby. Life is good

- things I’ve learned this week, lesbians rejoiced as Clementine Ford comes out..and lesbians rolled their eyes at Kelly Clarkson. Check out those pics. Straight as shopper in IKEA.

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