I'm eating a tub of cottage cheese for lunch today. That's right, I said tub not bowl. I love the creamy, chewy, squeaky goodness of cottage cheese. My brand of choice is Kleinpeter. When I eat it, I feel like I'm doing my part to help the local economy while endulging in a culinary delight. Plus it's so easy, remove lid, peel protective plastic, pour in salt, pour in pepper, stir, enjoy.

Now that you know what's on the menu today, I can proceed with the actual post.

I "sparred" children in karate Saturday. I broke down. Some of the children weren't so small. And they were agressively waving their little hands and feet in my general direction. The break down came on slowly. It started with thoughts like, "uh-oh if that kick was 18 inches closer it could hit me in the nose" and then it progressed to "holy crap this little girl is trying to deface me, no matter how far I try to turn away from her, she keeps aiming for my nose."

When I started shaking uncontrollably, I decided to dismiss myself from class. I proceeded directly to the women's restroom and locked myself in before I let the water works commence. The tears erupted and then subsided just as quicly as they came on. It was the shaking that wouldn't go away. I swear I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown. It took me several minutes before I could stand without fear of my knees giving out on me.

I could hear Lefty outside the door, she and Sa Bu Nim were concerned that I'd been hit in the face. No, it's just me being a weeny. I don't think I'll ever be able to spar again. SBN thinks he'll be able to ease me into it. Unless he can teach me how to spar from the fetal position, I'm thinking it won't happen in this life time.

WTK, if you read this, you can' t be upset with me...they were only children.