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Dangerous Abbreviations Part 3 - OT, RTE and TV

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Apologies for the delay in my trilogy but the past week has been one of fractured ankles, chest pains, head injuries, calf strains, car trouble and the general mayhem, known as "life" involving those I know and love. Thankfully, all who were involved are doing well, so I can return to my musings safe in the knowledge that I am not meant to be attending to anyone. Right...back to Saturday February 20th. The Krill Oil Krazies were near demented with excitement as they boarded Chicken Rooney's minibus for the Operation Transformation 5k in the Phoenix Park. Our matching white t shirts were pristine and our KOK's were covered by our race numbers. Large bunches of bananas were passed around the bus, as was anti inflammatory gel and a blow up male doll....yes...I know ! We giggled, laughed and near wet ourselves with the hilarity on the way up and arrived, high as kites, to take part in the biggest televised fitness event of the year. Of course, the fact that RTE wanted to

Dangerous Abbreviations Part 2 - Munch boxes and Lunch boxes

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After the hilarity around the what is no known as "KOK Gate" the Krill Oil Krazies relaxed in Twinkle Toes' house for an evening of carb loading and giggles. All but two had arrived, when the door bell went and in walked none other than Gentle Gary ! , an eye candy treat for all of us courtesy of his aunt TT. Well, the excitement and hormone levels reached fever pitch and he was particularly amused by the t shirts...immediately spotting the faux pas....I love a man with a dirty mind. After we had attacked the vast quantity food like lionesses on a zebra , GG settled down at a safe distance to enjoy the chat. Innuendo was rife, but he was secretly very proud of his Marathon Mary's ladies and their plans to go for the VHI Women's Mini Marathon 10k. He gave us some free advice on training, at which point various members tried bribing him for a place on his next bootcamp, but I could see his brain going ninety to the dozen, thinking " How on earth could I control

Dangerous Abbreviations

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In the middle of the week , in the midst of a flurry of FB Messenger messages, the idea was brought forward, that we should have matching t shirts for the Operation Transformation 5 K this Saturday. Fluffy Duffy took admirable leadership control, as the MMM's got totally flustered in relation to what nickname they wanted on the back, and what we would actually call ourselves. A call was put out to, none other than, bigfoodiemama to assist, and I very swiftly came up with the name Krill Oil Krazies for the merry bunch. This was greeted with a lot of positivity as I posted " How about Krill Oil Krazies ?? ....KOK for short :)" Ha Ha ! After another 179 messages, our collective names were decided and I for one was delighted that BFM would finally have a personalised garment, as was Cantering Claire, Transformation Tracey, Swivelling Sharon, Flyer Maguire, Kamakaze Kerr, Mighty Martha, Twinkletoes, Fluffy Duffy, MILF and Trotting Teresa. The order was placed and in great a

A Tale of 3 Valentine's

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At a table near here earlier today, two single women kindly enquired as to how Valentine's day was for their 3 married colleagues. The following were the stories recounted. Couple 1. He got drunk Saturday night and was hungover on Valentine's day. He fell asleep from 1.30 to 5.30 leaving me to read the paper alone...lovely...bloody lovely !!! Couple 2. He got up, ignored the card I had written the night before and left out for him and went to work. I took care of our 3 kids for the day and when he came home, had to hand him the card to open, complaining that I was sick of bringing up 3 kids on my own. He said " Fair enough...you go back to working full time and I won't do any weekend overtime !" That shut me up ! Couple 3. Having indicated that I was wearing skimpy MATCHING underwear before we went our Saturday night, hubby was a happy man. By the time that happy man dropped the baby sitter home at 12.30pm , the underwear was in two different corners of the roo

Sweet treats

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The MMM's have had an eventful week. On our various runs this week, we chattered away as usual, recounting how our week was going and catching up on last weekends activities. Due to the nature of the conversations, I will have to keep the narrators anonymous, and I also wish to avoid any legal procedures ! One MMM had spent the weekend with a blow up male doll...now how she established he was male was very interesting, as the rubber article had no willy ! I enquired as to how she was so sure it was male, but she advised me that "he" had a moustache, hence her confidence in his gender. She recalled the sweat she got into trying to "pump him up", dressing him up, sleeping with him, and then deciding to actually stick a small plastic appendage to him for the full effect...I kid you not...this is the actual story she told us, while we were bent over double in the Fair Green clutching our pelvic floors. Two members of the group were very concerned that GG himself fa

Hot wheeled hormones

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As I sit at my lap top today, I am very glad to have come to the end of this past week...everything got sick , the car...very sick and myself and the boys a bit sick. I was in and out of work like a yo yo as I was too unwell to go in Tuesday and the youngest too unwell to go in on Friday. The news that the car was terminally ill was hard to bear in my peri menopausal state...(you remember how attached I got to lino a couple of weeks ago) and I refused to clear out the car or even see it in the garage,before we had to trade it in, as I was afraid I would actually burst into tears in front of a crowd of butch mechanics.....I kid you not. You see, the problem is that I really love cars and that car was my all time favourite...and my all time favourite had let me down....the irony of it ! Just like my love life in my twenties ! I spoke to myself quite regularly during the week, telling myself to cop on, grow a pair and move on, as I had done in my twenties, but I always require an officia