"You don't have to be the biggest to beat the biggest" Ross Perot

Why do I always hit my head on things? You'd think that a short person like me would never have to worry about it, but I do. I hit my head on microwave doors, on desks (somehow) and almost everytime I get into a car. What's up with that?

I named a little girl pixie, 'cause she is one. I hope I don't get in trouble with the pixie world for exposing one of their own to the human race.

The other day two kids came over to our house. I don't think they get very much attention at home...they usually have a somewhat ratty appearance. Usually I stay and play with them or at least help them start up a game to entertain themselves, but this time I was going running, so I told them goodbye and got ready to head out. I think Naomi told them they could go running with me...she wanted to read her book in peace...so they came with me. At first they just took off running to "beat me" but then they'd be panting and out of breat and begging "teacher, wait for us." so I slowed down and gave up on running, mostly. We would run along the road holding hands or dancing down the street. The little boy, Yoyo, would climb up on walls and walk alongside us. His sister would hold my hand and we'd skip merrily down the walk. After a while of watching all of Yoyo's cool tricks I decided to do a cartwheel...so I sped up ahead and was just about to start my cartwheel when Yoyo (thinking I had run ahead to race him, decided to catch me) pushed me. I sprawled out in the air and landed on my hands and on my knee. It was suddenly both rediculous and painful. Why did I think it was a good idea to do a cartwheel on the road? Anyways Yoyo's sister immediately started lecturing him, but I told her I was fine...so we continued on our walk. Yoyo and his sister picked flowers for me and we merrily made it home. When we got there I fed them left over chocolate mousse and cut up fruit...then they went home and I could finally whine about my knee to Naomi. It was all bruised and sore. I felt like such a little kid with a bruised knee from falling. It's still a little sore, but it's fun walking with a limp and having a slight injury. It's been so long since I've hurt myself, but I remember I used to do it all the time as a kid. =) I guess that's why I keep kids around, they remind me what it was like to be one.