Tales of the Amazing Attack Midget

Or so my brother says. Why am I going to be an amazing attack midget? I joined Salsa Boy's taekwondo class, 5 nights a week from 9pm until 10pm. I'm not sure if I can commit to 5 nights a week but if it doesn't work out I'll do 3 times a week instead next month. It's more a question of exhaustion than time management. Yesterday I just observed the class. There are 8 students and the teacher plus his 2 black belt assistants. They speak a little bit of English though the class is conducted in Korean with translations when needed. Salsa Boy learned the body parts and taekwondo related vocabulary fairly quickly so I'm excited to improve my vocabulary as well as my attack midget skills. Speaking of midget: I might not get my uniform until Friday since the Sabonim (teacher/master) needed to order a smaller one because I'm too short for all of the ones that he has in stock. Apparently, I am 153 centimeters tall. I also got to witness them practicing flying kicks and how to fend off an attacker who is wielding a knife.

A co-teacher asked why I decided to take taekwondo. First of all, it looks like a lot of fun. Second, I need something to do that isn't running at the gym or rock climbing. Third, it's an essential part of Korean culture and I'd like to try to get a little more involved in Korean culture outside of the food and tourist circuit.

Hand, foot and mouth disease update:
Current cases at my school: 2.
Number of times a day I make my kids wash their hands: 4.
Number of times a day I wash my hands: Too many to count.
I also take a vitamin C packet once a day and use an obscene amount of hand sanitizer. I'm going on vacation on the 30th and I am determined to be healthy and happy. I will never forget being feverish in Rome and miserable. I think I am the only person on the planet who didn't love Rome.