CaneHello, my lovely website. Have you missed my neglectful ways? Sometimes I get so involved in the blog, I forget I have this website rotting on the side. 🙂 So what’s with the chatterbox? I’ll tell you. It’s reserved for all my non-related writing bull. Like how karate wore me out tonight. I’m still dreading what my shoulders will feel like in the morning.

We seem to spend a lot of time on the legs at the dojo. I was just thinking it would be nice to get a arm workout. And low and behold, Sensei Sadist pulled out a cane and a walking stick (he had some special name for the stick which I can’t remember). I tell you, by the time we finished my arms were so tired, it took all my strength just to lift my gatorade to my mouth. The only reason I can type right now is because I can rest my arms on the keyboard. You think I’m lying? 🙂

I had so much fun beating Bobby with my sticks. I don’t know about the rest of you #twitloss gurus and your exercise regimen, but I love karate! I swear that’s the key to sticking with an exercise program–finding something you like to do. Now if I can only find a diet plan I love.

Other ramblings: I’ve mentioned I live in a little town. Well, have I mentioned I’m horrible with names and faces? Especially women. I think it has something to do with them not being important to my sex life. Sometimes I’ll recognize a face but for the life of me can’t place it. When I hit the dojo, there was an exercise class in progress. One of the guys looked fairly familiar. So when he got of the mat, I asked him a few questions about how I might know him. Do you own a business? Nope. Do you go to my church? Nope. Do you know me? 🙂

This is where the roles reversed, and he started asking me questions. 🙂 Do you live close? Yep. What neighborhood? What street? I gave him the info. Then he smiled at me; I smiled back.

“Are we neighbors?” I asked. This is how bad it was. Not only are we neighbors, but our properties are adjacent. My husband does their HVAC. I’ve invited his wife to Pampered Chef parties. We’re not buddies or anything, but we yell at each other from across the fence. Small world.

More small world news: Another guy at the karate place walked in a few weeks ago. Again I couldn’t place the face. Then he opened his mouth and heard his accent. Two + Two = Five, I think. He was my youngest daughter’s friends’ dad. Did I get enough apostrophes in that? Anyway, I’ve talked to him quite a few times when picking her up. Duh.

EVEN MORE Small world news: I helped with the census this year. BTW, Awesome job. Low stress, great people to work with, and decent pay considering the work. The US Census Bureau paid me for mileage from the time I left the house and got back. I got paid  an hourly wage FROM the time I left my house and got back, including driving to meetings. I worked on my own time, which meant I never had to worry about daycare.

Okay, I digress. I got called for some last minute work. I drove out to one house, and what do you know? The house belonged to one of the ladies from the karate place. Even weirder. She lives two doors down from my in-laws. My in-laws talk about her all the time. They adopted one of her cats.

I’m done rambling for now. Thanks for listening. 🙂

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