I took the semester off from my usual martial arts class, but went in Monday and Wednesday at the request of my Sensei, to give him a hand. I've been a member of this class for the past five years straight One semester away...hasn't changed class dynamics at all Monday, a kid I've been personally teaching for three years didn't recognize me after just six months away. Despite having the exact same hairstyle, makeup, and jewelry, apparently just showing up in a long WHITE coat, instead of the ong black one I had always worn before...means, "you can't be Julia!" in a conversation...with a 31 year old man...about Twilight. Wednesday, my friend, who missed Monday, candidly reported back to me that, following Monday, every single new boy in class contacted her, to tell her about the, "super hot black belt," that showed up Ahh, priorites. The army boot camp drill sergeant style warm up I executed, as well as two hours' worth of fixing everyone's sparring technique...no where near as important as, "OMG, she's HOT!" Life, frustrating and amusing as ever. Have an awesome Thursday! Your votes are in!
So, since we were sharing cat stories last night, I thought I'd share another of mine. A coupler of nights ago, I finally earned my "Crazy Cat Lady" certificate. I own three cats, take billions of photos of them, and talk to them like they're people. But I finally earned the official title when I found myself snapping pictures of my Himalayan. Her name is Persephone, and I caught myself talking to her as I took photos on my phone, saying, "Come on, Persephone, find the light! You know your face photographs best when you find your light!" And, I really expected she understood me, and would listen! But, being a cat, she turned her nose up at the crazy lady, and trotted off to play with the other cats. Score one more sub-division of my inner crazy! Votes are in!
