Things to ponder while sitting in a dojo, surrounded by feet

Is this karate? Or mixed martial arts? What’s the difference? I should ask someone.

We’ve been here almost a year. I feel stupid asking now. Like I haven’t been paying attention or something.

Why does it always have to smell like armpit in here? Big, sweaty, Chewbacca hairy armpit. UGH.

Dojo. Dojo. Dojo. Dojoooooooooooo. Dooooooooooooojo. Dojo. Dojo. Such a cool word.

UGH. There have to be a zillion toes in here right now. It’s like Armageddon. With really short armies.

What the hell should I make for dinner?

OH MY GOD, FEET EVERYWHERE.

Did I shave today? Why can’t I ever remember?

Who came up with the word eucalyptus? And discombobulated? Fart? Noodle? Carbunkle? Goiter? Oblong?

I want to sit around, inventing words. Like … forkeyed. It will mean worthy of stabbing yourself in the eye with a fork. As in, Stop pooping behind the couch, Oliver. You are so damn forkeyed.

Wow. He is good looking. H.O.T. Wonder how old he is? He’s an instructor, he’s in college, he’s got to be … what? At least twenty? Twenty-two?

Shut up, Andy. That is fifty kinds of wrong.

He’s legal! I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

Could you possibly sound any more like an idiot? SHUT UP.

My God, what is up with me? I never think like this. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say I was … no. I can’t be. Horny? Is it possible?

OH MY GOD, NATE, YOU JUST WON THE LOTTERY.

*burp*

Figures. Gas. Of course it is. I knew it. God forbid I should be horny.

Totally forkeyed.

Pierogies. Quick and easy and I bet we have some in the freezer.

I’m thinking I didn’t shave. I bet I could braid my leg hair if I concentrated enough.

I wonder if hair has feelings.

Ummm, hello? Did that kid actually hit my kid in the head? I think he … holy shit, he did. What the hell? Should I say something? Should I let it go? What should I do? Maybe I should … ooooooooh, I love her boots!

Wonder where she got them? Wonder if I should ask. Wonder if she’s nice. She seems normal.

Hey, what if she’s his mother?

Do they look alike? I can’t tell. Wait. Yep. Yep. She’s got his nose. Or he’s got hers. It’s pointy.

BITCH.

Bitch with awesome boots.

Yeah, you better watch it, kid. I’m watching you. I’M WATCHING YOU. You and your bitchy mother. Giving you both the stink eye.

That is such a stupid term. Stink eye. Like “hairy eyeball.” What does that even mean? Who comes up with this stuff?

Yep, still watching you. Worried? Hit my girl again and I’m going to nail your skinny little ass to the wall.

Way to go, Andy. He’s all of … what? Eight? Nine? You can take him.

SHUT UP, ANDY.

Dojo, dojo, dojo, dojo, dojo …. mojo, mojo, mojo, mojo … I lost my mojo in the dojo … where did it goooooo … I don’t knowwwwww … can’t think of anything else that rhymes with dojooooooooooooo so this song is … so so.

I should weigh in tomorrow.

I should run tomorrow.

I should do laundry tomorrow.

I should shave tomorrow.

Ugh. It smells like feet in here.

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10 thoughts on “Things to ponder while sitting in a dojo, surrounded by feet”

  1. So funny…especially for me, because I have been in those very chairs thinking the same thing as well as out there on the floor beating up on some hot 21 year old college students.

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  3. borborygmi is one of my favorite words, and it sounds like what it is.

    was it the hoagies
    or the Pierogies
    that gave me the borborygmi…borborygmies?

    Hmmm

    Maybe you should do like they do in the morgue and smear a little vicks below your nose to block out the smell of foot funk.

    I think your song could easily morph into a Christmas song with a ho ho ho.

    I think I caught your wandering mind…

    what am I going to make for lunch?

  4. ah the waiting for others to get done with their activities.

    Sadly there are no guys worth looking at in my kids TKD school. Everyone is either under 12 or over 50 (and wrinkly).

    I like forkeyed. I am going to start using it in place of fucked. Especially since the little boys have been using it correctly in sentences lately.

  5. LOVE those streams of consciousness! You made me giggle this morning…BEFORE coffee! That takes magical powers! HATE those kids’ activities that smell like feet…although now that I think about it, almost ALL of the indoor sports activities smell like feet…or ass. Thanks for the laughter!

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