Hi. This picure doesn’t have anything to do with todays post, but I was cleaning up my picture folders yesterday and thought it was pretty. It’s just a door in Kyounju taken last fall. Today marks the 2nd anniversary of my arrival in Korea (Hooray!) and to celebrate, I wrote my exam for my Korean Language course. I got a 92.5% in the course (Hooray Hooray!!) Mind you, it was the beginner course, so it’s not as though I’m fluent or anything. Although I can hold my own pretty well when it comes to restaurants… 

I don’t often wear baseball caps, except on “Ugh, it’s- raining- and- I- slept- in- and- I’m- going- to- be- late- for- class- and- don’t- have- time- to- blowdry- my- hair, not- that- it- would- do- any- good- becuase- it’s- still- raining” days. Today was one of those days. It’s a good thing I don’t wear caps often, as Catticus has decided that a baseball cap on my head is for lounging on. Which is fine, until she starts to lose her balance and digs in with a good grip. ouch.

In other news, my sister and brother-in-law sent me a link that you movie buffs might want to try. It’s pretty difficult. Each ‘quiz’ shows you a scene from 8 different movies…but all the actors have been removed. You must try to guess the movie based on the set and costumes alone. My highest score is 5/8 on Invisibles #171 and #199: http://www.filmwise.com/invisibles/index.shtml

Snow(ouch)Board(ouch)ing…ouch.

Wednesday was Lunar New Year. So, since all folks Korean would likely be at home doing family things, we thought it would be a great day to head to the ski hill. It was. The hill wasn’t very crowded, and we got a good deal on equipment rentals. Now, keep in mind, I haven’t snowboarded since I was 17, and that was just down a toboggan hill ~ not a mountain. After spending the first 2 hours just trying to stand up, I got in a couple of good runs on the bunny hill. (Followed by a couple of good hours in the outdoor hotub). Thankfully, John had lent me knee pads and a butt pad, which means my only injury was a sprained wrist.

It’s now been two days since the trip, and my muscles are still hollering. The biggest complainers are those little-known, and under appreciated muscles that hold your armpits to your shoulders. It was those little troopers who bore the strain of trying to hoist myself upright. And so, I say “Kudos to You little muscles!! May I never have to use you again!”

The traffic was terrible on the way home, but we did laugh at the ‘temporary’ construction signs permanently embedded in the guardrail ~ followed a few minutes later by a maniquin in a rain slicker and galoshes tied to a post. A mechanized rod made his arm wave up and down, holding one of those airport runway safety baton things. We wondered if that was the construction crew….?