A New Family

Tae Kwon Do has had a lot of unintended side effects. The biggest two are the facts that I am in amazing shape (And if Gary gives me permission, I'll show you pictures of my legs. Wow! I'm just sayin') and that I have a social group that I see on a daily basis. It's almost like being back in school, only better.

Of course, since I hurt my leg (we think it is a sprained ligament in my shin, but since my doctor sucks so bad, we're just guessing) 2 weeks ago, I've been getting a lot of grief. (Grief is one of Dominic's reading words this week. I'll have to let him know I used it on my blog. He'll be happy. Can you tell I have ADD? Oh, did you see that bird? Wow, I need to shave. Think I'll check my email. What? I'm blogging. Sorry...) Anyway, I've mostly been catching it second hand, since all the moms are very sympathetic and I was not there most of last week.

Gary took last week off to stay home and take care of me the boys. Gary has been doing Tae Kwon Do for about a month, and he was still attending classes last week, while I sat at home and wallowed in my misery. Each night, he came home and told me what various people had to say about my 'injury'. My favorite is the 15-year-old boy who said, "Tell her she needs to quit milking it."

He really is my very favorite 15-year-old boy, so I'll let him get away with it. But, really, I haven't caught this much slack since I moved away from my family. I feel like I have found a second family. It's wonderful. (But don't tell anyone I enjoy being made fun of, or I'll never hear the end of it. Never mind that I'm telling the whole world. That's not the point. That I know of, only two people from Tae Kwon Do read my blog. So, I think I'm relatively safe. Ahem.)