DJ started karate classes this week.  He's been talking about it since, well, since he started talking.  So I figured I'd better get my ass in gear and get him signed up.  I've been backing out of it because the classes are SO expensive and with DJ's dx and all around behavior, I was seriously afraid to waste the money, ya dig?  I mean, money doesn't grow on trees around here.

My cousin gave me a sheet of paper for the community center in neighborhood.  They were offering karate classes fro $25/month.  A one hour lesson once a week.  Yep, $25 is right up my alley.  AND I don't have to purchase a uniform for at least two months to make sure he really wants to stick with it. 

Thursday night is now karate night.  This means no Survivor for me.  Dammit!  Oh well, I need to cut back on the reality tv anyway. 

Good news, I have a page and half written on my research paper!  Go me!  I only need another 1 1/2 more pages to go and then I'll be finished.  Yippeee!  PIC was teasing my ass.  She told me it only gets worse.  I really didn't want to hear that.  Come on, I'm a technology major.