College, anniversaries and belts oh my
Well, the kid did it! She got an offer for art college. Visual Communications, a 4 year degree course in Dun Laoghaire. Let the fun commence! We moved most of her stuff back in yesterday and my word does the girl hoard stuff. I thought I was bad. Mammy2 has always been amazed at our ability to find space for stuff. When we brought all the bags and boxes back into her old room, we stood and looked at everything and decided there was no way she was going to fit everything into the room and still keep it tidy. But if there’s one thing us titches are its resourful with space. Mammy2 thinks everyone should live in a mobile home for a few years and it’ll teach you about saving space. I guess it does! So begins a new journey with the kid only this time she’s an adult so to speak. We’ve worked out what days the boyf can stay over and hammer out rules and regulations. Moreso to keep me sane as there’s a certain way things need to run in the apartment before all hell breaks loose! Fingers crossed we all survive the next 4 years. In typical fashion of everything happening whilst we are away on hols, her first day is on the Monday we’re in Holland. We will of course ring her but I was hoping for it to be the previous week so I could have dinner ready for her. I hope she gets on okay and makes a friend. It will make all the difference!
We went out for dinner on the Wed to mark 10 years of wedded bliss. The plan had been to have our civil partnership on the day but the govenment are a bit slow in catching up so it won’t be until next year. Damn government, always trying to rain on our parade! We decided to try out Saba, its a thai restuarent everyone has been raving about and its been somewhere we’ve been meaning to try for ages. Mammy2 loved it, I thought it was okay. See I set my standard by Koh, another thai restuarent which we always frequent, so perhaps it was just I didn’t like the change. Such a creature of habit I am.
With the ole knee flaring up again during last week, I couldn’t train as much as I wanted to as I was grading on the Sat. I think I hyper-extended it about a month ago and even though I have iced it and treated it with heat, its still a bit sore when I do a double class or run more then 2km so its off to physio I go tomorrow. They really are going to think I am a crock! But it didn’t stop me getting my orange belt. Funnily enough after all my stress about double kicks in the air, it was the double kicks on the pads and the hoof kick that I had to redo. Still it was worth it, I really feel like I’ve achieved something. We stayed to watch some of the purple belts do their thing, that’s our next belt and both myself and my training partner S looked at one another in shock. One of the senseis reckon it should take us 2 months and we should go for it. I love their optimism. The purple belt has every kick on it, except its not just spinning, its jumping and spinning and kicking. When done well it looks pretty impressive. I think for the moment I’ll enjoy
my orange belt 
