LittleFlower

I realised that I do most of my eating at night, when I’m bored and have nothing to do. I got a call from a girl who was on the Irish team with me, asking me if I’d given up training for a while. She’d been slackening off too. So we both decided to go to training at least twice a week and ease ourselves back into the mayhem! It’s handy because she drives, so I can get a lift most of the way to the class with her (it’s about 20km from where I live).

Ok so, back to my revelation. I have to find something to do with my evenings to prevent me from eating rounds of toast and other rubbish. Tag rugby will take up one evening when we’re trainng and 2 evenings when we’ve matches (starting 26th June). Taekwon-do will be 2-3 evenings a week (once I get my ass in gear and go to class!). And the other evenings I figure either gym, ot spend it with my boyfriend.

That’s what I did last night. Instead of snacking for the evening, I went over to his place around 7pm and stayed there for the evening. I never feel like eating over in his place, so it works out well! He’s been having a rough time the last few weeks. Kids in the school he teaches are monsters. The teachers have gotten bitchy with each other (females picking on the males… childish stuff). One of his male friends on staff found out this week that he doesnt have a job at the school next year (cutbacks).

So my boyfriend has decided to pack in his job. He doesnt have a clue what he wants to do and is thinking about a career change. To what, he doesnt know. He’ll be paid for his summer holidays because his contract runs out in August, so he has the summer to find something. I was helping him with his CV last night. His head’s all over the place, and he’s not taking any form of advice kindly at all!

One thing that worried me is that he’s not confining his job hunting to Dublin. He was thinking about looking in Galway too, because he went to college there and liked the city. My heart actually stopped when I heard that. Galway’s on the other side of the country. It’s really tough to get to, because public transport’s rubbish in the West. I’m starting college end of September so I wouldnt be able to move with him if he did move.

Slow down girl…. deep breaths….. he hasnt even started job hunting yet……

Anyway….. it’s practically the weekend. It’s now 11:35am here in Dublin, and I’m finishing work at 1pm! Thought Iw as picking Dad up at the train station, but turns out he drove the wockity old Golf all the way up to Dublin…. from Kerry….. that’s 6 hours on the road!! Ha ha…. can just imagine it now. This car is so old.. but he refuses to sell it because he loves Golfs and says they’re really reliable! Turns out my sister decided to come up to Dublin with him… partly because her friend’s having a 21st tonight and she wants to surprise her, and also partly because I refused to buy her foundation that she can ONLY get in Brown Thomas (fancy shop on Grafton Street - too fancy for me so I refused to go in…. they actually have a doorman out front who wont let you in unless you’re suitably dressed!). Madness.

So taking Dad and possibly my sister out for dinner when they get up here, and before Dad and I go to see Celine Dion in Croke Park. Already googled restuarants in Dublin City Centre and their menus, so I know exactly where we’re going and what I’m ordering. AND I have a back up plan in case this place is full!

Right so… better do some work! Thank Crunchy it’s Friday!!