Dirty weekend

My daughter phoned me yesterday…. first words were, How many stomach’s has a cow got?
Not how are you, or an explanation of why the information is required. Apparently it was a conversation with her friends, nice to be phone a friend lol.
She then goes on and tells me that she has been sick that morning and the other girls have been teasing her that she is pregnant, which she assured me she is not.

Today I txt her to enquire if she was o.k., so she phones me back and told me she has headache and has been sick, cos thay had too much booze after Rugby training last night. Having just turned 18, I do get worried about her, but I know that I cannot stop her living her life.
Thinking back to what I was like at 18, I do get concerned, but I know that she is:
1) Happy in what she does
2) In a disciplined service
3) With good friends
4) Learning a skill
5) Getting paid
6) Enjoying life and independence
7) Growing up (which makes me feel old)

Last nights gym session was better than others of late, concentrated on arms to try and build up some more muscle on bisceps.

One compliment today was that my ring tone was cool-Love Don't Let Me Go (Walking Away): Music: David Guetta Vs The Egg. Good energy music for Gym / mp3.
The compliment came from a young blond lady in her twenties, living with her partner and 2 boys. It might not be cool for everyone but I am chuffed that someone half my age thinks I have cool taste in music.

My exciting weekend prospects include getting more manure for garden and likelihood of more DIY. Still it is exercise and it keeps me from getting into any mischief.


Today everyone seems to be in a good mood, so rather than spoil it with more ramblings I will wish you all a good weekend, for those who like the beautiful game, Come on England!

Take Care
P.S. The answer to her question, according to Wikipedia, is one stomach, with four compartments. So I have learnt a completely useless bit of trivia, thanks to my offspring.