A pint of McTarnahan's, please.

2002-06-13 1:35 p.m.

Memo to self: Do not drink two beers at team luncheon when sitting in blazing hot 95 degree sunshine.

My team is celebrating two birthdays today so we made reservations at Veritable Quandary a couple of weeks ago. Our coordinator told the maitre'd if it is nice out to go ahead and seat us outside. "Nice" doesn't mean seat us in the blazing hot sun during a heat wave. We spent two hours in the sun -read no shade- during a two hour team luncheon. That of course meant pints of microbrews. I don't normally drink during lunch time at work but I figure if I'm going to roast in the sun and my boss is drinking, I'm going to join in to stay cool and relaxed. Very fun but now I'm sweaty, dizzy and exhausted. Good thing I ride public transportation to work. Hey, maybe now I can be one of those annoying drunk people on the bus! It's payback time.

Oh my aching shin.

2002-06-12 3:35 p.m.

I'm limping around today. My left shin is black from my ankle to my knee. I also acquired some new bruising on the inside of the shin area stretching back to my calf. Do you know that happens when two people throw a round house kick to the solar plexus at the same time? Aside from the cool coconuts-hitting-each-other-noise you get shin on shin action. It hurts, it hurts a lot.

Last night in kung fu we sparred for 90 minutes. We were inspired by the Tyson vs. Lewis match on Saturday and spent some time on working side stepping and crashing in. We were all drenched by the end of the night. It got to the point where some of the sweatier boys would throw a punch and even if they missed you still got a faceful of their sweat. Ick. I'm glad to say I'm not as intimidated as I used to be about sparring. I'm still no good at it but I don't freak out as much when I get popped in the face and I'm a little quicker so I don't get hit as much. I can even be agressive when I'm matched up with someone of similar skill level. I'm still terrified of those green sashes. Gotta watch out for them.

Fascinating origami site. Bring your credit card.

Her own private sushi bar.

2002-06-11 11:56 a.m.

Here's an e-mail I got from my dad this morning.

-----Original Message-----
From: Mark
Sent: Tuesday, June 11, 2002 9:18 AM
To: Kung Fu Kitten
Subject: Goldfish

Yo,
Gizmo has new goldfish. Her strategy is to drink the water down to a level that she could get at the fish.

Dad

Oh. My. God.

2002-06-10 12:27 p.m.

When I came into work this morning there was a little leather pouch sitting on my desk looking suspiciously like a holster for a gun clip. My telephone was also moved to a different part of my desk. I opened the little holster and looked inside. Empty. Then regretted doing that because now my fingerprints are on it. What if some terrorist came into my cubicle over the weekend, loaded his gun and called Bin Ladin on my phone for instructions? Would Donald Rumsfeld come and arrest me? Would I be accused of being another American talib?

I really need to quit watching Court TV on the weekends.

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