Retribution
So the moment of truth is near, tomorrow I have my first session with Mchottie after the ultimate Christmas gift.
I was living in a bit of delusional state thinking he might have drank to much over the Christmas / New Year break and perhaps lost his memory and forgotten about the so call pain I might have inflicted on him.
As I was umming and ahhing about how I should approach my next session, it was like he almost could hear my thoughts, as my hands hovered over the keyboard to compose his email. I received the text message.
Hey Em Happy New Year, How are you? Well I’ve finally recovered from your Christmas present… hahahah… When are we training together again?
As I read his text I couldn’t help but burst out laughing for some reason I pictured him smiling the most evil smile at the thought of our next session. And reality hit he really hadn’t forgotten and there was no way out of it. No amount or bribery, sweet talking was going to get me out of the world of pain heading my way.
As I responded to his text I knew the banter for the New Year had begun. I’m thinking your rubbing your hands in glee. Mmm now that depends are you going to be nice to me? Or am I hiring a wheelchair for the next month. Or do I resort to bribery? Guess I’ll find out on Saturday.
His response you will be treated in accordance with your physiological needs. It’s all water under the bridge… That’s not to say I have forgotten… but I think I am letting go.
Lets face it he was trying to lull me into a false sense of security. Those pearly whites he flashes at me when he smiles are going to show me no mercy come Saturday.
So with a deep breathe a shake of my head and a smile that knows what is coming my way. I responded with seriously, nice try BUT who are you trying to kid we both know I’m going to be in a world of pain on Sunday and all I’m going to want to do is curl up in the foetal position and cry like a baby. Well that’s if I can move myself in that position. Ah yep the drama queen is back.
So stay tunned will I surprise us both and survive the session or will I be begging for mercy for him to stop. It’s all up in air but come tomorrow one of us is going to be the winner. And all I can do is take comfort in the fact that after my session he is going to be getting his arse kicked at martial arts.
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Radox Bath Salts
I found the perfect Christmas gift for Mchottie on the weekend. Knowing I was compounding the world of pain that was going to head my way, come our next session. I decided that I may as well push the limits. He has a sense of humour, I knew to a point I’d get away with it.
As I wrapped the Radox Bath Salts and wrote my message (I couldn’t resist thought you might need this… And yes I know a world of pain is heading my way… But it was worth it.) I felt the hysterical laughter bubble over… I’m in deep shit there is no way he is going to suffer memory loss over the break. Mmm maybe I need a bribery strategy. Yeah that sounds like a good idea.
I bravely handed over the gift so it could be placed in his locker while I went off to do my work out. About 10 minutes later I saw his shoes appear in my eye line as I was cycling…Gulp.. No turning back now I slowly raise my head with a firm smile in place to see Mchottie staring at me.
So I got my Christmas present.
Nervous laughter hahahh yeah couldn’t resist, if I’m going down I may as well put in a 100 % effort
I’d say going down in a blaze of glory hey Em?
Again the nervous laughter with a fail attempt at Bravo mmm yep all the way!
As I watched him stretch one of his legs he continued to chat and watch me with a glimmer of a smile…. I knew I was being psych out, oh yeah there is no doubt about it I’m so going down in January. As his next client appeared behind me, I watched Mchottie take a step forward and as he walked by his words were spoken very softly “Oh and Em my legs and glutes are still sore… “As my mouth kind of gaped open with no response. In my head all I could hear was “oh shit” He knew I received the message loud and clear. Come January my ability to walk down stairs with finesse is going to be a distant memory.
Training Mchottie
Its one of those moments you dream about having… getting to train your trainer. I’m going to be savouring this moment for quite a while.
I was just thinking of Mchottie and wondering how he pulled up knowing he probably be just a tiny bit sore due to a couple of comments he made. As I laid in bed recapping the session in my head I kind of did a nervous giggle…
Then I received a text message… gulp… soreness confirmed and a moment of apprehension hit. Oh shit. I’m under no illusions that come my next session I’m going to be in a world of pain. Here’s hoping he suffers memory loss over Christmas and New Year Break. LOL.
Okay I admit I was feeling slightly guilty he really shouldn’t have told me his legs were slightly sore from a previous workout. But let’s face it I wasn’t backing down he was getting lunges and squats whether he liked them or not. Hahah me thinks he didn’t have a lot of faith in what was about to come his way.
So yesterdays session for a brief moment I felt guilty as I watch him do walking lunges 90 in total with 9kg dumbbells was perhaps a little bit too much. Then I thought about all the lunges and squats he had inflicted of me over the year and the guilt ceased slightly. But I still felt horrible when I saw his leg tremble at the end. We then moved onto calve raises with dumbbell, which he stopped after one set, mumbling something about he did skipping yesterday. Then we moved onto a few sets of seated row.. I was more fascinated by the weight he was lifting then actually what he was doing, cable cross over was next. As he did his dying swan routine to me saying he wouldn’t be able to paddle let alone stand up on his surf board, I couldn’t help but say and you call me a drama queen listen to you dry your eyes princess your still doing squats. We then moved onto wall squats one with a weight and one without. Ok I admit I would have loved to seen this next exercise without his shirt on…crunches on ball with a weight and to quote him crunches until failure. Then I finished the session off with a plank.
So am I feeling a sense of justice… mmm okay I will admit just a tiny a bit.
Do I feel guilty for all those lunges… yeah I do actually.
Did I enjoy every minute of it HELL Yeah.
Am I living in fear when it comes to my next session, oh my god yes, Yes I am!
But the way I see it if I’m still around next year, and he is game enough to offer the challenge again how can I not take it.. Because the way I see it I’ll be more prepared.
Wagaya
I needed to get out of my unit yesterday felt like the walls were closing in. As I was contemplating what to do my mobile rang and I found a play date for the evening.
So off I went to Chinatown for a few drinks and dinner. I’ve been wanting to try this restaurant for quite a while and last night was the perfect opportunity.
Wagaya was the destination the food was tasty and relatively cheap in my opinion however the novelty for me was the computerised menu. Yes my inner nerd came out so addictive pressing the screen. I loved the fact I could touch the screen scroll through the menu to order drinks and of course food, which would turn up 5-10 mins later.
If you want to try something different and are quite partial to Japanese than this is the place to go… seriously just go and play with the touch screens menu, you’ll be amused to no end.
Ultimate Christmas Gift
Email conversation with Mchottie this week.. FINALLY I get to train the trainer. Its been a year in the making but finally I get to have a bit of justice.. Well here’s hoping so. Now this is what I call the ultimate Christmas gift.
Hi Em yes I am well and truly up for a session this Saturday at 10? Also I have a Christmas offer to make you…after I train you, you get to train me for half an hour and inflict as much pain as you think you can. Let me know if this sounds like an attractive offer! I know you are rubbing your hands together like a criminal mastermind right now
OH MY GOD you’re so on…. Rubbing my hands in glee is an understatement.. LUNGES & SQUATS baby that’s all I’m saying!
Ha! I thought as much! Just think about your future Em…..that’s all I’m gonna say. See you at 10 tomorrow.
Hahaha yeah that thought crossed my mind about 2 minutes after I pressed the send button. Then I just pictured you standing against the wall squatting with the heaviest weight ball I can find and I thought to myself ahhh stuff it. The risk is worth it. Haha I’m so brave over email. See you at tomorrow.
I’ll keep you posted on the outcome but let’s face it I’m just hoping that he experiences that moment where he grabs a handrail to go down a flight of stairs and groans inwardly. LOL now that would be justice.
Babysitting Adventure
Good friends of mine are in town this week and we caught up yesterday afternoon / evening. The Gallagher’s have two children who I adore. I babysat the kids while they went out for dinner and a movie. Zoe is 4 and Nick is 3.
Let me set the scene.
The Gallagher’s are staying in a service apartment in the city and the bathroom is attached to the main bedroom. The door has one of those locks where you push it in, but you need a key to unlock it.
After playing games of “Go Fish” and Snakes and Ladders which apparently I suck at. Bedtime comes around I read them a few books while their tucked up in bed. I say good night turn the lights off and wander into the bedroom to watch television. Now im under the impression they are sleeping when actually it’s called pretending.
Next thing I know Zoe comes in announcing she wants to go to the toilet. So I respond with okay. She is in there for a little while and im like you ok she goes yeah im finished now… I went okay wash your hands and flush toilet… She completes this task than comes out and is hanging on to the door handle. As im watching her Nick comes in.. “Emmma my tummy hurts I need to do a poo” all I could think of was oh f*&k. Trying to keep calm I go ok I look back at Zoe and thinking what is she doing with the door… I proceed to ask her and her response was nothing. She shuts the door takes off saying Night Emma. I should have known then and there she was up to something.
As I take Nicks hand to lead him to the bathroom I begin to turn the handle a sinking realisation hits. My little princess had locked the door.
Complete panic rages on in my head as I realised I can’t open the door, Nick is staring at me rubbing his belly saying it hurts and he needs to go. I could feel myself getting flustered. I mean seriously I’m a competent woman but all of sudden all clear thinking is out the window. BECAUSE I can’t get in OR find a key, logically all I could think surely there is a key somewhere.. Go into the kitchen to see if its on the bench then realise ahhh fuck its one of those plastic keycards to open the door they weren’t given keys… During this whole process Nick is following me around telling me he needs to go to the toilet and tummy hurts. I’m like I know sweetie hang on for me. Finally I have my light bulb moment it dawns on me to ring reception. As the phone is ringing, Nick tugging on my hand, the phone is finally answer. In a rush I explain to the guy I have no idea the room number I’m babysitting please tell me you have a key to the bathroom the door is lock. And you need to understand I have 3 year old busting to go to the toilet. As the dude holds back laughter he goes no worries, we do have a key we will be up there shortly.
Let’s face it I’ve never been so happy to see someone in all my life.
Problem solved and Nick goes to the toilet. Now let me just say I completely forget I had put a night time nappy on him, I don’t think anything of it as he flushes the toilet washes his hands and goes back to bed. MEEEEEE not thinking anything of it watches him traipse out door, when I hear a massive thud. Unbeknownst to me he had turn around to come back into the room to give me his nappy and he hits the corner of the door..
Ahhhh F*&K echo’s in my head. As I look at the tears streaming down his cheek. I’m giving him a kiss and cuddle saying it will be ok, the voice in my head goes oh god their going to think you beat their child. As that thought circled around in my head I was pretty sure there was a big egg bump forming on his head.
As I explain the situation to the parents, they couldn’t hold back their laughter assuring me it’s okay. It was a fun night I love those kids and can’t wait till my next babysitting adventure…. Mmm I think.
Happy Birthday Jodes
God saw you hungry and created food. He saw you thirsty and created wine. When you were in the dark he created light. When he saw you without a cute, adorable, funny, FRIEND…………..HE created ME!!!
I can hear you laughing and I’m pretty sure you’re shaking your head.
I’m writing this dedication to you Jodie. Because realistically every now and then you need to put yourself first and sometimes you forget to. This is the perfect week to commit to this goal because it’s your birthday and I’m reminding YOU that your to take the week not the just a day. And I will be checking in with you everyday to make sure you’ve spent a little bit of time on yourself…
Plus I want you to be able to read this message anytime this week leading up to your birthday and on your birthday if you want a bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. I would have loved to be going home this weekend to help celebrate.
Occasionally you need to be told what an effect you can have on someone. Therefore I’m going to talk about Jodes, as it’s her birthday this week and to me she is someone special.
Without fail she has been there by my side, it started in high school, every Thursday and every second weekend she would accompany me to my fathers place while I attended my access visits. I asked her a couple of years ago why she came to those visits. Her response was not sure just knew you needed me. I survived those visits because of her and she made them very memorable.
She was right I did need her and to this day I need her. She makes me laugh uncontrollable at myself; she actually listens to me when I need to be heard. Listens to me cry because a moment of fear has over come me. Supports and encourages me. But most importantly believes in me and my dreams when I start to have a moment of doubt. She continues to remind me that anything is possible as long as we continue to believe and hope.
To my amazing friend who has an inner strength that she sometimes forgets she possesses. It shines through when she thinks it doesn’t. You continue to keep your sense humour when sometimes you want to cry. When you do cry I wish I was beside you demolishing a box a chocolates and drinking a bottle of our favourite wine together. Because lets face occasionally it is the answer to everything. Sometimes changed can be forced upon us, however you continue to adapt and transform yourself in one very inspirational woman. Don’t ever forget that.
Here is to the next phase or your life, we both know I’m not going anywhere, I might be a few hundred odd miles away, but we have the unbreakable bond created from Centre Street days. How many people can say they can transport themselves right back to one of those memories and giggle to the point they have tears rolling down their cheeks.
I have complete faith in you and the things that are about to come your way, because I believe you’re one in million and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. So thank you for being you and of course being there for me. Plus as Jim Hayes says “An old friend will help you move. A good friend will help you move a dead body.”
Happy Birthday Jodes here’s to a lot more laughter and memories.
The Whitlams & the Sydney Symphony Orchestra
Again another brilliant show at the Opera House, to me its one of the best establishments to watch a performance. Last year I saw The Whitlams at the State Theatre this year it was at the Opera House where they performed with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra. Again they prove to be very entertaining to watch and of cause listening to Tim Freedman’s random comments / observations to the audience makes the evening much more enjoyable.
A Year Today…
It’s been a year today since I took possession of the keys to my unit… My god its gone mind-boggling fast what a crazy, emotional, year of learning it’s been, as my brother says “ remember what it looked like then and what it looks like now…..amazing what some elbow grease and a few coats of paint will do”. Oh so true, and I finally get to show off all my hard work to my mum this weekend instead of emailing her pictures.
To those people and you know who you are, that helped, were interested in what I was doing and gave me moral support when I didn’t think I could keep redecorating / renovating. Thanks
Still one room to go but who cares, it’s still an amazing sense of achievement.
