So yeah I just got finished my "p.e." class...basically it's me and a bunch of kids running around playing games with stuffed animals and cones...sounds kinda kinky right...well no not really...it's more like me trying to play doctor, daddy, and dear abby all in one 45 minute debauchle of sweat and tears...just for an example of the tears I'll tell you about the time I almost killed a child in one of these "gym" classes...so yeah I wanted to play super teeter totter...basically two kids of the same weight and my foot propelling one of them high into the air where they would land on the floor...it seemed like a good idea at the time...so there I was ready to thrust my size ten down on the back side of the see saw with a big venemous snake bite look...and so I did...and little Paul went-a-flying...he shot up into the air like 3 feet and landed on little Rickie's head (it's funny how we give all these kids English names sometimes) with his head...they looked at each other...then at me...then at each other...and then at the rest of the class...with everyone, includind myself, having their hands over the mouths they instinctively knew to cry at that moment...and cry they did...so there I was...trying to figure out how I was going to explain the slight skull fracture caused within each child to my boss, the police, and to the parents...but alas they are children and as resiliant as rubber balls being run over by a car...they both had nasty little lumps which I thoroughly denied having caused when it was brought to my attention later that day...so that's one of my tales of "almost having killed a child"...oh I have more...but now I'm sweaty...and want a nice bowl of fried rice and coke out of a bottle...semi-tthird world countries actually recycle everything so there is so much stuff in a bottle here...getting off topic...I'll start a new blog for that one...
