October 29, 2004
On waiting
I am alternately dreading and looking forward to next Wednesday. I wish the election were already over (and in my candidate's favor, natch) because the fearful anticipation of the dread and horror I will feel if I wake up and hear the words "...was re-elected" coming from the radio is making me feel not a little ill.
I gave more money today, since I hate hate hate phone banking and can't travel to a swing state (even my former one, NH -- so let's hope Dad's getting out the vote up there). I feel a little like I'm giving a GAP gift certificate to a friend, instead of tracking down that sweater she fell in love with when we were window shopping. Oh well. One does what one can.
We've been having various sorts of illness around here this week, so none of us are in what I would call "tip-top shape." I'm going to try and make it to karate tomorrow, and hope we're recovered enough for my favorite holiday: Halloween!
October 13, 2004
October 05, 2004
My kiddo
My kiddo's name is Beatrix (waves to the Kill Bill fans out there). We call her Trixie, or Ms. CrankyPants, or Trixiedoodle. She's ten months old and has not a single tooth in her head. She has lots of hair, however, and a killer, if toothless, smile.
When I work out how to add an image, I'll show you that smile. Ah, here you go.
There are, shockingly, other Trixie's out there. The one I like best is over at The Trixie Update. She seems a lovely girl, and I enjoy her dad's obsessive geekery vis-a-vis the diaper telemetry.
An 80-year-old woman I met recently said "Trixie sounds like a hooker" when told my daughter's name, and Google doesn't disappoint on that front -- but you can all type it in for yourselves.
Class tonight
I train in go-ju karate. I have been doing so for nearly 5 years (in January, good gods!) and I am now in the advanced, invitation-only class. I mention this because we don't have belts, so I have no handy shorthand way of describing my mad skillz.
Howver, sensei and the more advanced students (one of whom is 60 years old) kick my ass on a regular basis.
Like tonight.
We worked on kata for a while, going for accuracy and clean moves, and then moved on to sparring in variously sized "boxes" drawn on the training floor with chalk. The smallest one was about 4 feet around. I am tall; I am at least a foot taller than one of my opponents so I felt a bit cramped in this tiny floor space.
Sparring in the tiny box, however, freed me from always using my kicks to create distance. In forcing me to get in close and use hand techniques, I actually found myself scoring more, and being able to really get in in a way that I usually don't. It was very nearly a revelation.
Good classes rock my world, even though I've got a couple new bruises now.
OK, for real now
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