Eavesdropping
Its been an age since I’ve had to use the phrase ” Yeah, back when my sister did a couple of those porn films” If I happen to mention this when I’m talking to you, don’t think this is some deep dark secret that I finally wanted to share with you. Its not. Its a warning tactic indicating our neighbours whoever they may be are more interested in our conversation then their own and are slowly moving closer to hear the next big shocking thing we are going to say. To be honest I don’t consider any of my conversations shocking but perhaps for some people talking about our wedding or not getting the whole master slave relationship is shocking. Perhaps to these people going to paddy power and putting a bet on is shocking. Anyhew, they annoy me with their blatent eavesdropping so what we do is take it up a notch. Granted I should really give people the heads up, because out with the boys from work last week and to say their faces dropped would be putting it mildly. Unable to string sentences together, beer
being spewed and so on. Finally P copped on that our neighbour was pratically part of our table and played along. Unfortunately B was still at the “your sister is a porn star?” to which I replied “not star per se, she did a couple of low budget ones to tide her over when she first went to Holland”. The couple weren’t even subtle because when he went to the toilet, she swapped seats so she was closer to our table. Talk about obvious?!
I’ve had the last couple of days off work, just needed some downtime and as it was a bank holiday weekend I took advantage of the extra day. We travelled down to the wilds of Portarlington as it was baby J’s christening and D had asked myself and Mammy2 to be godparents. We were hoping our hair wouldn’t catch fire on entry into the church. Think of the tales young J could share with his mates in years to come, not 1 but 2 lesbian godmothers. Unfortunately much like his dad he’ll learn its not that exciting. Poor D when he moved in with us, all his workmates thought he was the luckiest guy ever to be moving in with 2 lesbians. He explained the reality of the situation was a lot different to the fantasy. For example there was less of us having sex on the kitchen table, more of the watching Xena marathons. Less of the inviting our hot single bisexual friends over dinner, more of the hanging out with our lesbian mates who were coupled off. Needless to say he’s still a really good mate having survived the trauma of living with both us for a couple of years god bless his cottens!
I’ve managed another run on Tuesday, I’m still getting my head around it. I worry about the silliest of things, like music, whether to wear a hoody or not, a hat, what about my hair. In fairness, the run should be more of a concern. Once I’d cleared up all the imaginery obstacles and got down to it, I was fine. Managed to do 10 mins which is good for people starting off. Its also great for my stretching. Once the limbs are really warmed up they are a lot more flexible so side splits and so on aren’t as tough as they would be if you were starting from a cold body. I am not going to get mad into running, its not my thing. Not like the kickboxing, but I do think the cardio will be good on days when I’m not training just to keep the fitness levels topped up. Now if I could just figure out what sort of headphones work best for running, having serious issues with my current ones, they are grand for walking but any type of running and they fall out straight away. So its a-googling here I go
