Scraped and Banged

It's amazing what one hour of Krav Maga class can do. The deadly Sgt. S is organizing a monthly series of KM classes up at the academy and of course, I was happily there this past Saturday. I was the only chick, OF COURSE. You're not hard-core, unless you live hard-core! Anyway, there were only about 5 other of my fellow Reserve deputies there too. I was mostly paired up for drills with this guy I really like, as he's on the Warrants team, agreed to let me interview him for my doc, and is a medical student. But he's tall and skinny so when we were doing defensive moves against each other both our skinny arms were like bone on bone banging against each other so I spent the whole weekend totally in pain from the elbows down. I also scraped my knuckles when doing punches so they hurt now too and I keep trying to avoid having them touch anything (do you realize how often your knuckles touch things?!?) and on top of that, I stupidly didn't cut my fingernails before attempting to take this class and scratched my own lip and also somehow wrenched my ankle doing God knows what. I loved every minute of KM class!

So this past weekend was mostly great. The baby gave us some trouble though, and I sense a transition coming quickly from "baby" to "tween." The horror. When I picked her up on Friday she kept saying "Awesome" and I found out she's back in daycare over there so I'm sure she's picking up some annoying habits from other kids. I am trying to remember what an annoying tween and teenager I was, so I'm trying not to resent her too much for, I guess, just following the natural order of things. But she gave her Auntie R. some attitude while I was at KM class which pissed me off royally and I had to really let the baby have it with a good lecture. S did the same when he got home from work (though not to my satisfaction, as he never does) and she got several privileges revoked this weekend. Kids!!! I feel new gray hairs growing already. And I also had to buy a new box of wine on Saturday.

Tonight I am looking forward to hanging with my first love, RB. He's in town for his 20th high school reunion (mine is next year--same high school) and is leaving tomorrow to go back to NYC where he's an illustrious member of the NYPD, so tonight we're gonna get together for drinks and jazz just like we used to, 21 years ago! (Well, except for the drinks part 21 years ago. Back then we just got together for jazz and Brown Chicken Brown Cow!)