Sardines

I've been thinking a lot about Africa......I know a nurse in Mozambique who could use some help. Last time I felt this way I ended up in a country where I didn't speak the language well and discovered that my seven seat passenger van with a few modifications becomes public transportation and normally seats twenty-three people outside the U.S. - of course we were crammed tighter than sardines!

Bed of Nails

Last night I took the kids to my work for a pool party. The Martial Arts group was putting on a pool-side demonstration for all of the patrons. My daughter was completely enthralled. She was so impressed by the breaking bricks, bats and boards. Her eyes went wide with the slicing of various fruits. I smiled softly, knowing she would love to see some of my secret weapons hidden in our house. She has seen me go all Xena with my Chinese Bo Staff. She loves watching me do my forms. None of my children have seen the pictures of a Chinese New Moon Festival demostration I did 18 years ago. Eighteen years? How is that possible?

I wore an open back bathing suit and laid on a bed of nail-tips. Four hundred hand pounded nails on a 18" by 2' board made my little bed. As I laid down, my Teacher placed a cinder block across my abdomen. He gave me a minute to breath and concentrate in front of a thousand people in the downtown area. Then I found my place of peace and purpose and let him swing a sludge hammer over his head and on top of my stomach as a couple of hundred screams were let loose. The brick broke and I was pulled up. One little nail slightly raised pierced my back and left a small trickle of blood running parallel to my spine, this made my mother cry out. I never felt it. It cleaned up and left a small scab. So many people came up to see my back that night and asked how I did it. There was no magic; just belief that I would be protected and sheer determination. Eighteen years I have carried that gift of faith, confidence and determination. I want to give it to my children, especially my daughter.

Fireflies and Camp Shade

Who needs sleep when there are fireflys to catch? Such joy in summer days filled with games and imagination! The feet jumping across my threshold brings requests to come out and play, jump in the puddles, hide in a fort or just lay under the sun until your head pounds!

Twilight fanfic

OK so I updated all the Twilight stuff. I love the embedded songs and hope the reader can enjoy them better now. It has been so long since I reveiwed them and once I did I realized that "Edward Grieves" needed an overhaul. Hope all the fans still enjoy it!

Torres vs. Maeta

Mirrored toe holds! That was a great three rounds and Torres had to work for it. Maeta is one scary head trip. Torres had a hard time staying calm and who can blaim him with those jittery gloves and feigning that Maeta has mastered. Wouldn't want to be on either ones bad sides - ever!

Slice vs. Thompson

So I kid you not, within twenty seconds of their fight I envisioned Thompson getting a cloned replica of his left ear attached. I asked my husband if he thought Thompson would ever consider that."Nah, are you kidding those guys could care less how they look."

Yeah, well I bet he might consider it now that it may have contributed to his technical knock-out. For the record I think Thompson should get the repairs he needs, train hard and re-match. I know he'll take Slice by submission and within two rounds at that!