That’s a nursery rhyme? Is there actually more to it, because that’s the only part I remember.
Same here. Just that one line over and over…
I remember there being more to it than just that line, but can’t remember the rest of it to save me right now.
Cubit
1623
Hmm, I always heard just that one line too.
Good Lord, that would kill me. Glad to hear you can knit again.
Let’s see, interesting things…
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Started working (on contract for now) for Valve Software a little over a month ago. Very cool.
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Got invited, along with the rest of the dance troupe I’m in (tribal-style belly dance), to perform in Vancouver, Canada for our first international gig. We’re very excited.
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Took a workshop on belly dancing with a sword and then used the techniques I learned in a public performance a couple of weeks ago and got a really great audience reception. Very happy about that. (Been performing belly dance for about a year and a half now but only recently started doing swordwork).
Didn’t happen to me exactly, but my 9-year old niece just got her black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Didn’t realize I could feel enough vicarious pride to post about it, but here you go.
How does a 9 year old get a black belt? Are there age divisions or something?
By getting tested.
The proficiency exams are usually identical for everyone regardless of age. However, it’s a bit ridiculous to think that a 9-year-old could protect himself from an adult. 9-year-olds don’t have the strength or mass to repel an attacker twice the size. When that 9-year-old gets to 14 or 15, though, watch out.
As long as said 9 year old keeps with it. Her dad is never gonna have to worry about creep boyfriends; she’ll kick their asses for him.
Dads worry anyway. My daughter is one and I have nightmares about being unable to protect her.
Acid
1630
Me too Kraaze. My nightmares, powerful and ultra-vivid and gory and grotesque, usually involve terrible things happening to my family and me unable to help them. It’s horrible. And I have nightmares every single night.
Ouch, I concede you’ve got it way worse than me.
Every single night you say? That doesn’t sound like worry, that sounds like an unhealthy phobia.
In your shoes I’d be wondering what I could do to in terms of medicines or lifestyle re-arrangements to be able to bring that under control.
Acid
1632
Actually, I’ve always had vivid nasty nightmares. My whole life. Chronic. Sometimes they keep me up all night.
I’ve been through the psych ringer for it. No solutions there.
My wife graduated from pharmacy school and we went to a beach resort town. Her uncle is a super outdoorsman and after years of procrastinating, I finally tried some adventures. Did fine on mountain biking (reasonably hilly path on the island, surprisingly) and could see how people like it. Went kayaking in the Atlantic and the waves were a bit too big for my first time out; was slightly out of line for a real monster (to me) and it flipped me. While underwater I realized I was pulling at the wrong thing and then grabbed the pull handle to release the skirt and scamper out of the kayak. It was pretty thrilling at the time, though the wife was only moderately concerned and now I’m just annoyed at this bad case of swimmer’s ear. I’ll definitely do both again.
While driving my car home I heard a pop and steam shot out from under the hood.
This probably isn’t good.
Paid $60 to reinstate my AAA card and then $15 since the tow went over my free max.
Life is good.
Kalle
1635
The proficiency exams when I did TKD included punching and kicking through wooden boards that were an inch thick. I don’t think that’s done everywhere though.
I don’t know how thick her boards were, but she did have to do a bunch of board-breaking, including one flying thing over three people.
I’m in a waiting room right now while my girlfriend undergoes egg donation surgery. They’re 11 minutes late to tell me it’s over. Ugh.
Could just be they were delayed starting, or any number of unimportant things. They’ll let you know if there’s anything seriously wrong – bad news travels faster than good, as they say.
All ended well, even a half hour later than expected. Home vegging out and watching Netflix on the 360 for recovery. The biggest bummer is that she has such limited fluid intake for 3 days - 1 liter of Gatorade or something similar per day.
