there's not a lot of swimming involved in krav maga, is there? 'Cause there was, rather unexpectedly, in my krav dream last night which included you, B (eta: who, incidentally, had really great shoulders in my dream
I hate swimming. It is of the devil. Sometimes we go after kettlebell on Thursdays. B has really great shoulders.
I'd have to call it a very spot on dream.
There's a black people thing, at least there's the nod of acknowledgement, but I don't know precisely how it works here. All of the black guys that work here introduced themselves to me shortly upon seeing me--but there are no black women.
A truly weird thing I've noticed is that black women with short unstraightened hair kinda look at me funny. One of the times my sister was here she was expecting to do the kindred-head-nod thing and couldn't work out why a complete stranger was looking at me like that.
I don't know either.
Unless her hair is blonde! Then we're kindred again and smile at each other.
So very complex.
eta:
There is a Krav Center in Idaho Falls.
Ha! I'll have to find out if it's one of ours.
There's a black people thing,
I really thought that was going to still be about swimming. Why is my head packed so full of ethnic stereotypes?!?
Much child-care-ma for Kat.
paperdol, I think it's a great subject for a book. I didn't start trying to talk to my neighbors until I became a SaHM and realized I knew nothing about my street or the people on it.
It took years before I became friendly with my next door lady and I realized that she has had a fascinating life and is really interesting. (Her parents were concentration camp survivors who met in Italy after the war, she was born in Rome, raised in Israel and married a South African before moving here to go to grad school, and she teaches Hebrew language and history at OSU).
It took a few years for me to learn my cop neighbor's last name.
And I made friends with the lady across the street because she has a teenage daughter and I needed a dog/baby sitter.
the "kh" is that sound that doesn't exist in English, that's sometimes written as "h" and sometimes as "ch".
Nilly, this sound is SO HARD for me. And embarrassing because my neighbor's daughter is named Chen-Li and I sound like a doofus when I call her "Hen-Li"
Kat, I really hope you can sort your childcare out. It sucks and I wish you could stay home, too.
Kat--I hope a solution is in sight very soon. This must be horribly difficult for you.
Oh, I dreamed about ita last night! I was at her family's house, helping to take care of her. Except then the dream changed and I was
making out with her famous actor chum who was also there, which is funny because I promise I'm not particularly interested in him!
and there was some big family event going on, so flocks of single women were making eyes at him and I was all gloaty.
Have you been watching commercials on Sci-Fi, flea?
(Hot lunch!)
Also in food news (yes, I'm procrastinating by catching up on my blogs), today is National Cheeseburger Day! If you are thinking of celebrating but are worried about mad cow disease, why not try having your cheeseburger with a side of cannabis?
Dear god, how does Colin get so much action? I swear...
Kat, you know I'm hurting for you on this childcare thing. I wish I could be of some use.
