Life as a reformed Zookeeper. Now living a life as a working mother who dabbles in karate, scrapbooking, and Coors Light!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Frustrated....

...with karate. Of course. There is little else in my life, you know. Kids, husband, karate. Pretty much it. Well, and books and hard rock music and the occasional lunch with my girliefriends, but you get the idea. I kind of knew that this would be the case. And part of me wonders if my frustrations are largely why adults don't tend to stick around after they get their black belts. What bothers me is that karate is one of those things where you practice a small set of moves over and over and over. Until you can't take it anymore. And when you really love anything.... you do it like that. And damn it. You LIKE it. For real. Well, the new things we're learning in our school are things that to remember from one week to the next, you need to go over just a tad more than what we're doing currently. I need about two more times through it than I'm getting right now. But he's ready to move on to the next thing. So not working for me! I know for certain that I'm not the only one who feels this way. What's bad is that I think that even the kids would benefit more from it if we went over it just a few more times than what we're doing. I feel the need to go every freaking night of the week just to stay up. I love learning new things. I really do. But if I can't remember things from week to week and we're blasting on to the next thing, it makes me very frustrated. I enjoy trying to remember things at home. Sometimes we blow things so quickly that I can't remember them when I get home even. I only live five freaking minutes (ten if traffic's bad) away from the dojo! OK, rant over.

...today was a goofy day. I like the guys I work for. They tend to be the more laid back variety. Is awesome. But when they get uptight about something, we drop everything that moment and work on it. I'm ok with this. I would, however, like a wee bit more warning if we're going to have a four hour meeting (over lunch, mind you) on the spur of the moment. Am glad that I didn't have lunch plans! I did, however, have to raise protest when lunchtime came. You see. I get up early. Breakfast is always consumed before 9 a.m. Despite the hour which I eat breakfast, I'm ALWAYS hungry at 11:00. I will rustle up the troops early if I can. So when noon went by and we'd not eaten yet, my mood went a bit south. Get to the point already and move on. So, they did what they felt wise for the safety of those around me....they fed me. Then we went back to the meeting. I spent the non-meeting hours of the day reading through my materials from my landlord-tenant law class and our leases....I know you envy me!

2 Comments:

Blogger Judy in Indiana said...

Thank goodness you mentioned lunch with the girlfriends, I thought maybe I was just chopped liver!

(Okay, what the hell does that even mean? And why do people say it)

8:05 AM

 
Blogger Auntie said...

I hear you about the lunch thing...my brain goes to mush and I can't do what needs to do if I am hungry. The beast comes alive in me and it isn't pretty.

9:11 AM

 

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