Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Monday, 01 June 2009

Do you guys remember my posts about Mullet Pig from last year's Susan G. Komen 3-day walk?

Well, his wife is walking again this year, and she needs donations!

Here's the URL for her personal site.

I'll get some links to my mentions of Mullet Pig after I get the kids off to school.

Monday, 01 June 2009 05:25:57 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] |  | #
Thursday, 09 April 2009

Good class tonight.  My students tested last night, and all of them passed.  Nobody had to repeat any part of their test.  I rewarded them tonight by picking up the pace and making them work harder.  They were wiped out when they left.  I'm a little tired myself. 

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Thursday, 04 December 2008

Samantha:  "Tense?  Me?  I'm not tense.  Am I?  When did you first notice?"

Jack:        "As. We. Met."

        - Carter and O'Neill, "Ascension" Stargate, SG-1


I have the Best. Students. Ever.  Tonight I got a Christmas present from one of my Kung fu families (the dad and two kids take the classes).

They gave me a gift card for a massage.

Like I said:  Best. Students. Ever.

UPDATE:  My, Christmas DID come early this year.  Pcomeau gave me a link to this Rodney video, which is Frickin'  PERFECT:




Random thought:  Putting Daniel, who is cutest when he is annoyed and uncomfortable together in an episode with Rodney, who is cutest when he is being annoying and discomforting was the most genius Atlantis-related idea ever.

Random Thought 2:  Is is bad that I also think that my husband is cutest when annoyed and uncomfortable?




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Wednesday, 24 September 2008

A little more about the walk…

At the closing ceremony, the MC of the event told us that the world would look a little different.  We wouldn’t have people cheering us and honking and waving at every intersection, for one thing.

And she’s right…but it’s funny…I just have this feeling that they MIGHT, or that I just might cheer THEM if I just knew their story.

I saw so many feats of selflessness and kindness, heard so many stories of bravery and love and perseverance, enjoyed so many demonstrations of humor and consideration, that I have to believe that it is still right there, under the surface in almost everyone, just waiting for a chance to express itself.

Every person I meet that I don’t know, might have been someone who was standing along the route cheering, a sponsor, a crewperson or a walker.  The lady behind the desk at the car dealership who handed me my license plates, for instance, or the guy who put them on my car for me.  They might have been standing out by the side-walk and handed me a bottle of water just when I needed it, or a piece of candy when my energy was flagging, or they may have been one of those Angels sent directly from God who had string cheese (salt AND protein in one delicious package).

Maybe it’s just residual endorphins, but I sort of expect to see acts of kindness, gratitude and generosity around every corner right now.

You wouldn’t believe the outpouring of community support.  Every time we crossed over a freeway, cars honked and people waved.  Cars honked at almost every intersection.  When we were walking on sidewalks, cars passed and honked.

The cheering stations were full, and there was one that was so unbelievably huge.  There were probably over a hundred people there.

We were walking along on a trail through the woods, and I was in an extremely focused moment.  It was fairly quiet, and we were somewhat behind because of Sue’s sprained ankle.  We were going up a hill just as the path turned a sharp corner, and as soon as we came in sight a loud roar started, and just kept going.

I stopped and just gaped like an idiot.  An involuntary “wow” escaped.  The people standing closest to me cheered even harder and smiled even more broadly.  People yelling, waving signs, flags, pink flamingo lawn ornaments, funny hats, it’s all a blur.  But I remember that it wasn’t until about a hundred feet down the path that I began to be aware of the pain from my blisters again.

Sometimes a cheering person would hold up their hand for a “high-five” and say things like “Thank you from my daughter, who can’t be here” or sometimes there were little signs and memorials with pictures of people who had died of breast cancer.  Their families standing around clapping and cheering and saying “thank you”.

There is a traveling couch memorial that is just wonderful.

Bald women sitting in the shade with tears in their eyes, saying “thank you for walking for me”

But all of that is just prelude to the crew.

The crew were sent from God.  One the second day, pit stop 4, it was necessary for us to walk about a block-and-a-half off of the path, attend the Pit Stop, and then walk back to the path.

You would not believe how bad that was for our psychology.  Sue sat down and said “I want ice for my ankle, but I don’t want to walk all that way and then walk back again.”

I couldn’t blame her.  I didn’t want to either, and I didn’t have a sprained ankle as an excuse.  Suddenly, a crewperson appeared, and said “I will go and get you ice, water and food.  Just don’t move.”

Sue replied “No worries, I’m not going ANYWHERE.”

“Let me help you with that”; “Let me get that for you”; “Do you need anything?”  “Are you OK?”;”Can I get you something?” ; “Everything OK here?”

That is what crew sounds like.  These people worked their ASSES off, and I’m pretty sure that at least once, I forgot to say “thank you”.

They road bikes up and down the line day after day to make sure nobody was in trouble.  They called sweep vans for the sick and injured, they monitored stoplights and directed traffic and entertained us while we waited at stoplights.

There was a guy in a pink cowboy hat who just sat there looking like he was happy to see each and every one of us.  There was a lady with a sort of Genine Gerafalo sort of dead-pan humor who cracked me up every time, once augmenting her directions on how to safely negotiate a complicated intersection crossing with the safety instructions for exiting an aircraft in an emergency.  And then there was Mullet Pig.

Mullet Pig was a guy in a pink pig mask with a “diamond” tiara and magenta hair weaves.  He was a little chubby, and had a big hairy belly.  I know, because he often performed cartwheels as part of his acrobatic cheering routine.  Also, jump-split kicks.  He had a sort of “Wyld Stallions” vibe going on as well (a-la Bill and Ted).

He referred to himself in the third person.  As in “Mullet Pig loves all the three day walkers”, and “Mullet Pig doesn’t want you to get crushed by a truck, so listen up!”

For a significant portion of the walk, we entertained ourselves by brain-storming a buddy-movie in the vein of the “Bill and Ted’ or “Jay and Silent Bob” movies:  “Mullet Pig saves the 3-day”.  Of course, we also amused ourselves at Susie’s report that she mispronunces “National Philanthropic Trust” (just try it, you’ll get the idea…it’s a spoonerism).

I think I love Mullet Pig.  I think that everyone should have a Mullet Pig of their very own in their lives all of the time.

The last day, 1.5 miles from the end, I was beginning to tear up from the pain in my ankle.  I knew I could finish, but I also knew that we still had a long way to go and it was going to hurt.

And there was Mullet pig, shaking his pink pom-poms, and yelling something we couldn’t quite hear.  When we got closer, I yelled: “we love you Mullet Pig!”  He yelled back “I love you too”.

When we got to him, I gave him a hug (not pleasant for him by now, I assure you.  I was a grimy, sweaty mess), looked into his eyes and said “Thank you.  Every time I see you, it makes me happy”.  Just for a moment, the Mullet Pig persona disappeared, and he said “That’s why I do it.  Thank You.”

I think it's pretty safe to say that he's not in it for the hugs from sweaty, road-grime-covered, sun-burned chicks with no make-up and hair that has not seen a blow-dryer or curling iron for three days.

There’s nothing I can say to express how important the crew is, and the people who show up to cheer at these events.  Amazing.

So if you volunteered to crew, or if you showed up to cheer, or even if you just tooted your horn and waved as you drove past the event…Thank You.

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Monday, 22 September 2008

I have a just walked sixty- plus miles in the Susan G. Komen 3-day Walk For the Cure. 


The actual total was 61.5.  Thank you to my sponsors.  Everytime I thought it would be easier to take the sweep van, I thought of you, and how I was representing you and the money you invested in my participation.  It kept me strong and helped me finish.  Thank You.


Yes, I walked every single mile, and the half-mile too.  This does not include all of the walking we had to do at camp in order to get through the thousands of tents to the one end of camp to get dinner…and to the other end of camp to get a shower…and then again in the morning for breakfast, medical tent the get blisters properly lanced and taped, etc.


The rest of my team finished as well:


Suzie Andert  (three-time veteran of the 3-day; friend, advisor, coach, and the prettiest darned supply pack-mule Ive ever seen)

Leslie Dwight (Who gets my "super-trooper of the year" award.  This woman is a walking machine)

Susan Grove (Who got swept once due to her sprained ankle, but the extra mileage made up for it..and anyway, getting swept takes nothing away from the fact that she walked around thirty miles with a sprained ankle…and was only taped for 17 of them)


And me.


 About half-way through, my ankle started hurting so I went to the medical tent and had it adjusted by a chiropractor.  Apparently, I’d walked 15 miles with it out of joint.  I’m glad the chiropractor knew what to do…all I knew was that I had a large purple-and-magenta bruise on the blade of my foot, and my ankle was swelling.   And adjustment and some support tape made all the difference.  Then I just had the pain from the inflammation to deal with…but it was less than half what I’d been dealing with the day before.


 The bottom of my right foot has three large blisters…one that actually covers the entire ball of my foot, and two the size of quarters on either side of the heel.  There is no epidermis left between any of my toes.  On my left foot, I have two small blisters on either side of my heel.


I’m not stiff and sore, though…a testament to a well-designed training schedule and the power of frequent, disciplined stretching.  Also, I think the fact that I slept on the hard ground rather than an air mattress helps.  Don’t know why, but I find that I am less stiff and sore after a big physical event if I sleep somewhere firm.  Air mattresses or soft mattresses kill my back and hips!


#1 important re-cap point!  Rocky watched the kids all weekend, including our God-daughter (Sue's daughter).  He managed the house very well.  It looked great when I got home.  He got all of the kids to all of their events (some of them 25 miles away), got the kids to do chores, had dinner waiting for us when we got home....etc.  He's so wonderful!


He also brought the kids to see us and cheer us.  They waited for several hours until we walked past.  Sue almost cried.  I was so happy.  For the moment, all of the pain went away...and actually the last 2.5 miles went much easier because they were there for us.  Then, they also went forward and were there to see us finish as well!


Factoid:  Did you know that your feet can swell up so much that your toe-nails turn black and fall off?  No, that didn't happen to me, or anyone on our team, but I heard at least a dozen people say it happened to them...and more who said that it had happened to them one of the other times they did the walk.  One lady said she only had three toenails left, and was pondering whether or not she could get a discount on her next pedicure.

At one point during the last half of the second day, Sue and I both had ankle injuries (we later found out that she had a sprain from twisting it on a bit of uneven ground.  I had a bone out of joint) were Marching along in grim silence, just putting one foot in front of the other, feeling the pain each time, and moving through it one step at a time.

Sue:  "What's that up there?"

Me:  "Nothing.  Just more people."

Sue:  "  I think I see Bataan."

Of course, while she was historically accurate in that the Bataan death march was sixty miles long...technically, Bataan would have been BEHIND us, and there would have been soldiers yelling in Japanese and shooting the stragglers, rather than "sweep vans".  Oh yeah, and no "Pit Stops" with food, water and port-a-potties.

Still, the analogy FELT accurate enough.

Another snippet of conversation with Suzie (not to be confused with Sue)

Me:  "Ouch".

Suzie:  "Uh-oh, what's wrong."

Me:  "Nothing.  Sorry.  One just escaped.

Suzie:  "An ouch escaped?"

Me:  "Yeah.  I try to keep them in a little corral so they don't get out and bother you.  I've got a little collie that runs around herding them into the corral."

Suzie:  "The inside of your brain makes me laugh."


There was a little boy visiting his mother at the lunch stop, and he ran over to a crew member with his mom's empty water bottle:

Boy:  "Can I have some water for my mom?"

Crew: "Sure.  Hey kid, do you know why I work crew?"

Boy:  "No."

Crew:  "So when you grow up, you won't have to." (because breast cancer will have a cure)


I’ll post about this again, and do a much better job of it, but I wanted to give you some idea about what went on.

When we have pictures, I will post again.  I especially need to show you the picture of, and tell you about “mullet pig”.  He was one of the volunteer crew members that helped us (and entertained and encouraged us) at street-crossings.

One last thought:  THIS is the strength of our nation.  These women are housewives and office workers and beauty consultants and three-time cancer survivors...and yes, some figherfighters and police officers, and personal trainers...but mostly ordinary everyday women.

And they can walk sixty miles on sprained ankles and feet that have lost toenails, and taped-up knees.

They can walk and sing funny filk songs about "I'm walking on blisters (to the tune of "Im walking on Sunshine")" and they can stay up an extra hour and dance like there's no tomorrow on day two.

And if they start to falter, all it takes to keep them going is a sign that reminds them that "blisters don't need chemo"  (that one worked for me), or a thought about their sponsors, or a funny man dressed up in a pig mask and magenta hair weaves (I'll tell you about him later).

If they think a cause is worth it.  You might say that it isn't important to finish, because we raised the money whether we finish or not...but that isn't true.

See...many people say that it is impossible to find a cure for breast cancer.  Many people also say that it is impossible for an average suburban housewife to walk sixty miles.

Well, here's news to them.  The "impossible" is NOT impossible.

So there.

Now, Im going to the gym.


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Saturday, 09 August 2008

Happy Hour Benefit for the
3 Day Walk for Breast Cancer

Monday, August 11th

5:30 pm – 7:30 pm
Billy’s on Grand (in the Café)

857 Grand Avenue
Victoria and Grand in St. Paul
(651) 292-9140


Live music by The Fabulous Retreads


Complimentary appetizers

(generously donated by Billy’s on Grand)

Happy hour drink specials

Suggested donation $10 per person
All in-person donations will include a raffle ticket for a prize drawing.

Please come support team Beautiful Feat in our goal to raise $8,800 for the fight against breast
cancer. On September 19 – 21 we will be walking 60 miles through the Twin Cities with
thousands of other men and women in order to raise funds to support breast cancer research
and education. To find out more about the 3 Day Walk for Breast Cancer, go to

Team Beautiful Feat is: Susan Grove (breast cancer survivor and team
captain), Susy Andert, Leslie Dwight and Teresa Lhotka.

If you can not make it to happy hour, but would be willing to make a contribution,
please go online to: • Click on “Donate Now” • Click on
“Search for a team” and enter “Beautiful Feat” as the Team Name • Click on the
team name which will appear below • Team members are listed at the bottom of
the team homepage - click on a member (preferably the one currently furthest from
their fundraising goal) and follow the directions to make a donation. Or if you
prefer, e-mail for the mailing address to send a check. Thank
you for supporting the fight against breast cancer and us on this incredible journey!

All donations are tax deductible!

I case you have any doubts about Susan G. Komen, here is their Charity Navigator rating:

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Wednesday, 21 May 2008

I went to Home Despot today to get some necessary items for home improvement (new kitchen faucet) and yard improvement (cedar mulch I know, I just bought some…but I needed more).

As I was loading everything into the van, a grey-haired older lady walked up to me, and said:

“Oh my goodness!  Did you load all of that yourself?!”

I thought “Gee, what do those bags weigh? 20 lbs? I didn’t even notice.”

I said, “Yes.”

And then…

…I shit you not…

She reached out her hand, grabbed my upper arm, and felt my muscles.

“Wow!  You’re doing great!  And at your age too!  Keep it up!”

And then she walked off while my brain spun little hamster circles for a while trying to figure out what happened.

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Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Once again, my friend Sue has done it:  She’s gotten me into trouble, and over my head.

I’ve committed to participate in the Susan G Komen walk for the cure…3 days…sixty miles.

It’s mainly because, when your best friend comes to you and says “I have cancer” and you say “Let me know if there’s anything I can do”…you can’t really renege when she comes up with something…even if it is a grueling three-day walk in September.   Even if it involves sleeping with a stranger in a two-man tent that even the site trying to recruit you describes as “cozy”.

Here’s my personal webpage for the event.  It hasn’t been personalized yet, but the donation button works (nudge nudge).

Here’s the personal website for my team-mate Susy (not to be confused with Sue, who is also on my team, and has met her goal).

Our Team name is “Beautiful Feat”.  Originally, I proposed the name “Oh, my DEAR GOD!  My Feet!  My Feet!  My beautiful feet!”

Most people seemed to think it was really stupid, but nobody came up with anything better, so they shortened it, turned the word “feet” in to a word-play, and  viola!  Clever team name.

When we do a testicular cancer walk, though, I have the perfect team name picked out :  “Not my gum-drop buttons!”


I’d like you to meet my personal trainer, J-dogg.  He’s a real slave-driver.  With him as my coach, I’ll be able to walk to Tibet.  Not that I’d want to walk to Tibet:



But I’ve got a problem.

In order to do this, I have to raise $2,200 in donations.

That’s where you come in, gentle readers.

It is time to bring you and *the begging* together in the same place.  I don’t ask much of you.  I don’t put ads up here to make money, and I don’t make personal demands upon you except for the occasional participation event (which most of you ignore anyway).

I know you’re out there.  I see the hit counts, and I can count subscribers on the newsreader sites…so don’t pretend you can’t hear me.  Please, please Pleeeeeese contribute to  my fundraising account.

And those of you who keep coming here off of Google searches for “Wookie Scrotum”…

…I think you get enough amusement just from that alone to make it worth a ten-spot.

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Tuesday, 29 April 2008

I was out running with the dog today.  It was nice.

We were loping along, not really pushing it; sort of trotting, really.  The sun was finally shining again, and the air was just the right temperature;  not too warm, not too cold.

I was feeling pretty good.  Not running to work out, just running to save time.  The dog's gotta cover a certain amount of ground in a day, or he gets neurotic.  If I run, this takes less time.

He was behaving very well, running roughly at "heel".  A Fed Ex driver came out from a house and smiled broadly at him as she got into her truck to make notes on her little clipboard. 

Half a block later, it happened.  My toe caught on a raised bit of side-walk, and I tripped.

My Kung-fu reflexes fired, and I thought that - just for a moment there, mind you - I thought that I had avoided a fall.

Unfortunately, my high-strung puppy-dog had much less faith in my alacrity.  He startled, then he jumped.  Then he dashed forward and side-ways all at the same time with his tail between his legs, and he didn't stop until he had hit the end of the leash with a *snap*.

I was done for; fell to the ground like a fifty pound bag of rice.

The Fed Ex lady was staring at me, yelling "You all right?"

Some twiggy little trophy wives out for a stroll were giggling.  The dog looked like he expected the world to cave in on him, and I tried to jump to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster.  My knee was scraped and bloody, but that was it.  I tried to be as cool as possible as I walked away...

...until the Fed Ex lady pulled up, beeped the horn, and yelled "Your cell phone and your keys are laying on the sidewalk back there!"

Doh!  Self-respect elimination, complete...your work here is done, Murphy.

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Monday, 14 April 2008


I'm still adjusting to it being spring, with the snow melted and all that.  Now I can ride my bike to the gym, or run if I wish.  Today I rode my bike, as I had already been out for a long walk with the dog.

So I arrived a the gym and my work-out went really smoothly.  I was able to put a lot of explosive power into each lift, and really get the muscles burning.  Sometimes I arrive with a sort of lackluster energy level, and can't really shake it.  Not today.  The muscles were really happy to work, and the burn felt GOOD!  In fact, I was completely wrecked by the time I finished my stretches.  I was a big pile of goo, ready to go out and get in my car and drive home for a soak and additional stretching in the neighbor's hot-tub (whish we have a standing invitation to use any time we want to, as it is out-of-doors and they're really nice people).

Yep, I'd managed to put everything I had into my work-out, and I felt really good about it.  I hadn't held anything back...

...and then I opened the locker and saw the bike helmet there.


It was only a mile-and-a-half home, and surprisingly,even though I thought I had nothing left...I made it back.



"I juggle my family" (ten brownie points the the person who gets that referance.  Hint: it is said with a crap Russian accent)

Two of my favorite machines are the hip abductor and hip adductor machines.  I like to work on explosive power on these machines, keeping the weight down somewhat, and just working on maintaining a fast and powerful, but controlled contraction through the full range of motion.  I've found that this has really helped those muscles relax later, when I stretch them, and has helped my flexibility as well as the speed of my kicks.  These muscles take a lot of abuse in the martial arts, and isolating them for a little intense, focused work makes them feel really good.

I do 145 lbs on each machine  (these machines work both legs at the same time, so it isn't as much as it sounds).

Anyway, I got on the hip abductor the other day, and the weight was set to ninety lbs.  I didn't think anything of it, there are a lot of little old ladies at the gym that time of day, and tiny little trophy wives.  They use the weight machines, but can't lift very much weight (I routinely find the bench press at 50 lbs).

I rapped off my first set of twenty, and then paused before doing the second set, and realized that the lady on the hip adductor machine next to me was openly staring at me.

I wondered for a minute if there was a green, slobbering space monster behind me or something, but then I realized that the lady had the machine set to 90 LBS.  I smiled.  She smiled back uncertainly, and then began painfully struggling through another set.

I blew through my second set, and went on to the glute machine to wait for her to be done with the one she was on.

The moral of the story is, apparently, I am very scary to suburban housewives.


"Dirty old men...kind of".

There's this little old lady that I see at the gym sometimes.  I'll call her "Carmen".  She's in her late '60's and she's just the cutest thing.  she wears a pink Nike track suit, and she works out everyday at about the same time.  I always enjoy seeing her there, because she's friendly, but I must admit that I get some entertainment at her expense sometimes.

I'm not proud of it, but I think you'll forgive me when I tell you why.

Carmen has replaced much of the subcutaneous fat that we all have when we are younger with a nice layer of muscle.  She does a lot of shaping and toning exercises, so that her posture and shape is that of a much younger woman...

...and hence the humor

You will see her working out, and every once in a while you will see an older man here or there who has not encountered Carmen yet, and he will be checking out her butt.

Then, he suddenly realizes that he is checking out the butt of a woman he must imagine is decades younger than himself, and he looks chagrined.  Then, he gets a look a Carmen's face and realizes that under that dyed red hair is the face of someone more his age, and then he gets a different expression a "I was checking THAT out?!?" expression...and then he realizes that the old lady he finds so unattractive is his own age, and he gets another facial expression, which is best described as deflated.


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Saturday, 05 April 2008

Had a great time at Kung Fu today.  One of the other second degree black belts and I mixed it up with some old-school grappling/strikeing/take-down/groundwork stuff.  It was fun.

I got to show off the superior core-lower-body strength of women fighters.  Men like to think that they have the upper-hand because of superior upper-body strength, but in the end, all that does is put you at risk for letting yourself get put off balance.  Don't get me wrong, upper-body strength is great for climbing trees and chucking spears and stuff, but when it comes to throwing your opponant over your hip, I'll take a nice, low, girlie center of gravity any day. 

I also got to show how rabbit punches (sorry, meant rapid punches.)to the body, comined with knees to the solar plexus and elbows to the jaw can short-circuit a lot of standard wrestling moves.

And yes, I pretty much got powned after my opponant drove his shoulder into my chest, and knocked me into the wall. I wasn't even thinking when he went to back off and I put him into an elbow lock, but I didn't hit him.

Normally, I hold back quite a bit because I am sparring lower-ranked people and it is my responsibility to make sure that neither of us gets injured, and to make sure that they improve and learn.

What's great about this, though is that even thought it LOOKED like we should have been completely wrecked after the fight (knees to the solar plexus, elbows to the jaw, trips, throws, etc. - neither one of us had even a minor injury.

I get more bruises from a tepid sparring match with an intermediate student. 

I got rocked pretty good when my break-fall didn't completly keep my head from hitting the ground after a leg-trap-take-down, but it cleared right away.  No worries. 

 I'm happy endorphine girl now.  It's been a while since baby's been able to play.


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Saturday, 15 March 2008

I taught Kung Fu for seven hours straight today.  After about four hours, I stopped doing everything my students did, but I still had to do almost constant demos to help them.

When I am demo-ing for students, I like to model perfect form and explosive power.  Sometimes, when I am just refershing their memory, I will be more relaxed, and not go deep into the stances, or preform the moves with full power.  However, the first time I teach them the moves, and any time I am critiquing their technique, I like to put everything into being the best example I can be.

I am completely exhausted right now.  It hurts to sit in any one position for too long, or even to lay down in one position too long.  Every part of my body seems over-sensitive.

Legend has it that the monks used to train to the point where they collapsed.

Well, I wasn't quite there, but I WILL say that I think I will go and hang out in the steam shower for a little while now...thanks.  Do some Yoga in a 115 degree, steam-filled room and hopefully I will be able to go and train tomorrow.

I'm too old for this shit.  :-)

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Monday, 21 January 2008

"Don’t worry, this isn’t feel good new age spirituality, it is simple mind-body connection."

I mean, I'm not trying to dis the usefulness of visualization...'cause it CAN BE helpful for certain kinds of people, and practice can make you more effective at helpful visualisation.

Somehow, merely being useful rescues the concept of "mind-body connection" from the New Age label, I guess.

And through a doctor's guidence I used "biofeedback" to short-circuit panic attacks...I suppose 'cause it seemed to work in my case that makes it not "altie woo-woo medicine" even though it can't be scientifically verified to be effective across a random sample of the population?

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Wednesday, 14 November 2007

So I wrote an e-mail to my friend, Mike, who I took over the Kung Fu classes for.  I was asking him for some information, and then told him that I thought the classes were going well, with the exception that I felt like the kids were still looking at me like I was from another planet, so I must do things very differently from him.

He just responded.  Among other things, he says: "They are probably looking at you like you are from anothere planet because you are really weird, and probably have booger or something hanging out of your nose."

mutter mumble grumble.

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Tuesday, 06 November 2007

For those of you who have been wondering if the world opened up under my feet and swallowed me whole, or if the ferocious Neo-Nazi home-decorator squad came and got me, none of the above.

I've been cutting up deer, organizing my house, cutting up piles and piles of undonatable junk clothing into quilting squares, and trying to rid the yard of fall leaves.

Also, I've been volunteering as an ESL tutor.  So far, I've been teaching a Somali woman and a Ukranian man.  I highly recommend doing ESL tutoring for anyone who thinks that immigrants are just lazy slugs coming here to drain our society.  You wouldn't believe how hard-working and appreciative they are.  They are America's greatest fans, happy to be here, and looking forward to forging a great future in the "land of opportunity".  Programs can always use more tutors.

Oh yeah, and they've added three Kung Fu classes to my teaching schedule.  I've got my two special needs classes, two classes for typical children, and an adult class.  One of my classes has 20 students!  I might have a co-teacher as soon as one of the other second degree black belts returns from hernia surgery...but I don't know.  I might be on my own from now on!

Needless to say, time has been a little tight, but this Kung Fu teaching is starting to look more and more like a job than a marginally profitable hobby.

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Saturday, 27 October 2007

Home Front 1 Allergies:  No reaction to the allergy injections, beyond the expected swelling and rash at the injection site.  I’m told that I must do a peak-flow test every time I come in to get the injections (every 3-10 days – 7 being optimal).  I’ll need to come in that frequently for about 6 months, until I reach my maintenance level.  Then, it will be roughly every 28 days.  As an aside, my peak flow measurement is still 600, despite the fact that I have not been running or training with nearly the vigor I usually do for quite some time now.  Not bad for an asthmatic, eh?


Home Front 2  Kung Fu:  I’ve been given three more classes to teach.  The classes previously belonged to my friend, and Kung Fu “brother”, Mike.  He’s found a new job that will require him to travel, and he has to give up his classes.  I now have three classes with typical students in addition to my two classes with special needs students.  Mike is a very good teacher, and his students have a very high level of achievement over-all.  As far as I can tell, there are no super-stars, but all of his students perform at a high level.  The highest rank in his class is 3rd yellow.  The classes are fairly homogeneous as far as rank goes, so I don’t have to worry about teaching to all different levels at once.  A real load off my mind!  Still, I am going to have to work very hard to keep the level of instruction as high as Mike has set the bar!  A little daunting.


Home Front 3:  I think Rocky’s coming down with the flu.

Home front 4:  Rocky’s brother and his family is staying with us this weekend.  A happy,  bustling household.  The kids are thrilled to see their cousins.

Home Front 5:  Grasshopper has a cello recital today at 3:30 in Minneapolis, and I have to judge a Kung Fu contest in Hopkins.  Rocky is speaking at a Code Camp in Bloomington, and Adventure Boy is going to be the only one who stays put in the house today.  Yet, there will always be several people home.  Weird.

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Saturday, 20 October 2007

So now Oprah has been diagnosed with Hypothyroidism.

Here’s the Wikipedia page for hypothyroidism.

I feel bad for her, I really do.  I know what this condition does to a person, and I know how it feels to have it go undiagnosed.  Depression, fatigue, a sense of impending mental break-down or dissipation.  I remember with horror the inability to focus thoughts, inability to discipline oneself.

I understand how much willpower it takes to drag your body out of bed and meet the demands of the day, force yourself against the screaming drag of your own body to force yourself to exercise…only to gain weight.

No amount of make-up can hide the bad skin, no amount of careful self-maintenance can get rid of the blue bags under the eyes, the dullness of the hair.

“You look tired” gets to be like a mantra chanted by everyone you meet.  Sometimes with sympathy or concern, more often with a bit of the gloat behind it.  What they really mean is “You’ve really let yourself go”.

Going to the doctor to find out what’s wrong, you’re told the only prescription you need is more self-discipline and will-power.

Even the Oprah show, which made its name singing the praise of persevering in the face of insurmountable problems manages to slap you in the face, when Dr. Phil says “You’re not fat because of your thyroid.  That’s just an excuse.”

I actually went to the website and left a comment.   I said it was irresponsible for Dr. Phil to say something like that.  I went back later to see if there had been any response to my comment, and I couldn’t find it anywhere.  I assumed it had been deleted.

 I had gone for years with an undiagnosed thyroid problem because of just such a response from a Doctor, who refused to administer a simple blood test, despite the fact that I have a family history of low thyroid, and all the symptoms.  And I DO mean all of them.  The CNP who eventually ran the test said that I was in s life-threatening situation, and not just because of the suicidal thoughts.

But this doctor just gave me the smug look, and the condescending encouragement to do more push-ups…push up from the table.  He actually SAID that.

Normally, I would have stormed out of his office and went to find a doctor who would run the test.  Unfortunately, depression and fatigue caused me to simply shut down in shame and never mention it again…until my friend Sue kicked my ass and told me that she didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I’d better figure it out soon, because she didn’t like who I had become, and she wanted her friend back.

I’m sorry for Oprah that she has to go through this.  But I’m glad that finally, she might address this really important subject, and empower women with knowledge and encouragement to speak up for themselves and demand to be tested if they suspect they have a thyroid problem.

Thyroid disorders require constant maintenance.  I recently went in for my annual test, and found that I might have to have my dosage upped again.  Not a big surprise.  I’ve gained weight, and I’m tired and cranky when normally I would be chipper and happy.    I’ve been unable to focus at my usual level in normal times, and become downright useless in times of stress.  Things that were once easy, have become difficult.  I’m confused, forgetful, and sad.

But I’m going to get a second test done, and it’s likely that a simple dosage adjustment will fix the problem.  It’s such a simple solution.  All you need is the knowledge of what your condition is, and the support of knowledgeable people to help you treat it appropriately.

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Monday, 27 August 2007

In a couple of weeks, my friend and Kung Fu "brother", Chris, will be heading for Iraq.

For those of you who weren't here for my Black-belt saga, Chris is the really big guy who gave me the merciless "beat down" for my sparring match at the end of my test.  Exhausted, sore, mentally and physically drained, I had to go three minutes non-stop fighting this guy who probably outweighs me by close to 100 LBS and is a good eight inches taller than me...and who does 150 mile bike races for "fun" and charity.

I could hardly lift my hands above my waist, but Chris came at me like a freightrain, and got the adrenaline going so I could not only lift my hands, but hit him hard enough to spin his head-gear around sideways once, and cave his belly in enough to make him give out a "whoofing" noise.

I don't really remember much of that fight (I was somewhere else in my head, cross-country skiing), but suffice it to say that it had the "buddy-cop" effect.

Chris is kind, good-natured, competative and generous.  He's a good man, and a good friend.  We'll all miss him, as will his wife and his German Shephard, Axel.

Good luck, Chris, keep yer head down, and thanks for serving.

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Sunday, 13 May 2007

I ran a mile today as a warm-up for sparring class.  I was able to breath the entire time! (and for the eight laps up and down three flights of stairs.)

If these new meds keep working, who knows, I might be up to try a half-marathon by the end of the season.  No marathons for me, though.  I need more speed if I'm going to try that.  I can't run for five hours straight.  I'm not like the man who runs all day.

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Tuesday, 08 May 2007

“There he is”, I say.

Grasshopper nods, “Yep.  The man who runs all day.”


The sixty-something  guy chugs past us, oblivious as always, with his headphones playing whatever sixty-something men listen to when they run.  He’s wearing his usual spring get-up of gym shorts and a commemorative tee-shirt from some run or another.  In the winter he is in a heavy track suit, hat and scarf.  I don’t know if he has special shoes to handle the ice or not.

I don’t think it’s ageist of me to worry about him slipping on the ice and breaking a hip.  I worry about that for myself, and I’m not even forty yet.

Anyway, every day we are out waiting for the bus, rain or shine, summer or winter, wrath of the great old ones or thankfully pre-apocalyptic, he chugs past us.  As reliable as a Maytag is reputed to be.

We call him “the man who runs all day” because one day Grasshopper and I were out running errands on a weekday.  It was one of those blessed no-school days, yet we were up and about at bus time (8:00AM), ready to begin the day.  The running man was there, on schedule.  We waved at him as he passed in front of us.  He chugged on, oblivious.

We passed him on our way to the mall to pick up some things at Target, drop some stuff off at the dry cleaners, buy some things the dog needed, get the oil changed in the van.  We had lunch at the mall, splitting a plate of Chinese food from the food court.

I decide to take the alternate route home, and there he is, the running guy.  It’s after one in the afternoon, and there he is…still running.  His knobby gnarled calves churning away at the pavement like pistons in an engine…persistant, mechanical, seemingly effortless precision.

Two hours later, I have to take grasshopper to an appointment.  There’s the running guy, strolling along on his way back towards our house, not looking the least bit fatigued.  Back straight, slightly paunchy belly moving in a barely perceptible fashion with his easy breathing, bald head not particularly gleamy.

And that’s why we call him the man who runs all day.  Because “The man who runs 2/3 of the day” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

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Sunday, 06 May 2007

Grasshopper and one of his best friends (S-dogg)got into a knock-down fight at Kung Fu yesterday.

Apparently, S-dogg punched Grasshopper in the throat (not a legitamate target), AND hit him a little harder than the "light touch" that they were instructed to use.

So Grasshopper punched back really hard.  They then attacked each other full force, and fell to the ground, whereupon ShiFu broke them up.

I arrived shortly after, and they were not speaking.  As we walked out to the car, I told them a little story about a similar thing happening with me and a friend of mine in the Karate school.  I tried to make it funny and instill in them the idea that one day they would laugh together about this.

By the time I dropped S-dogg off at his house, they were laughing and sharing snacks.

Isn't that just like boys?  All-in with the fight, and then totally over it when it's over.


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Saturday, 05 May 2007

So, I went to the allergist today.  Three bouts with bronchitis in a row, plus endless breathing problems before that, and I'm done.  I don't care what it takes, just break out those needles and FIX ME!!!

For those who don't know, they draw a huge grid on your back, and poke you with some sharp peices of plastic containing concentrations of allergens.

You also get two controls:  one is a non-reactive substance (I assume Saline or something equivilent) and the other is Histamine, the chemical that is produced by the body's attack on the allergins, and which causes the allergy symptoms.

My reaction to the non-reactant control was the expected - and my reaction to the Histamine was the expected ++++

This gives you the range from no reaction (-) to the Histamine reaction (++++) (a scale of 0-4, basically).

Here are my test results:                                                                                         Mold Spores:

Paper Birch                    ++++               Short Ragweed         ++++                        Alternaria                 -

Boxelder/Maple Mix          ++++               Giant Ragweed         ++++                        Cladosporium             +

Mulberry                        ++++               Marshelder              ++++                        Epicoccum                 +

Red Oak                        ++++               Sagebrush Mix          ++++                        Helminthosporium        +

White Ash                      ++++               Russian Thistle         ++++                        Aspergillus fumigatus   +

Shagbark Hickory            ++++                Careless - Pigweed   ++++                         Pullularia                    +

American Elm                  ++++                                                                           Fusarium                    +

Kentucky Blue Grass         ++++                                                                           Penicillium                  +

Timothy Grass                 ++++                                                                           Phoma                       +

Dustmite (D. Farinae)        -                                                                                 Rhizopus                    ++

Dustmite (D. Pteronyssinus)   +++

Cat                                    ++++

Dog                                    +++

Cockroach                           -


My allergist, who seems to have a gift for understatment, said "You are a candidate for shots."   

No wonder I have been having a hard time running.  I'm allergic to the whole darned out-of-doors!  (And the in-of-doors too!)

One peak-flow reading in the middle of an asthma attack was 490...a good score for a normal, healthy adult woman.

Another up-note is that I CAN get shots, and don't have to sell the dog and buy pet cockroaches.  LOL!  Although those Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches are pretty cool.


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Sunday, 04 March 2007

Sparring with REALLY strong guy yesterday.  He was acquiring some new skills that involved finesse.  Acquiring new skills often means a temporary decrease in control and focus expressed in the older skills.

As the swelling goes down,the bruises are beginning to appear.

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Wednesday, 28 February 2007

Today was the last day of the term for my Wednesday class.  I am always sad to see the end of our six-week terms.  Mostly because in the past, there has been a two-month –long hiatus, and in the mean-time my families get busy with other stuff and don’t come back.

(For those of you who don’t know, I teach two Kung Fu classes for special needs kids.  I told my SiFu a while ago that this was one of my goals, so he found some classes for me to teach.)

This time, there is only one month between terms, and they handed out registration forms right in the class.  All of the parents swore they would be back.  I’ve heard that before.  In all this time, I’ve only had one family return…but hopefully we will keep the terms going back-to-back in the future and get better retention.

I’ve got to tell you about one of the kids, though.  I’ll call him Sport.  He walked in the very first day, chest puffed out, head up, looking around the room as he crossed it with a confident stride. 

“I’m going to like this class.  I’m going to be really good at it.  I can tell.  This is going to be great.”

Sport started and ended every one of the six classes we had with that attitude.  Shouting “Look at me, I’m doing this really good!”  When I have them do a stretch, and tell them where they should feel it, Sport always declares “I feel it!  I’m feeling the stretch!”  So excited.

Sport has serious problems with balance, and his muscles are as tight as a tow strap trying to pull a Hummer up a hill out of a foot of clay mud.

His greatest asset is his attitude, which never seems to tire or disappear.  He shows up on time, every week, striding confidently into the room, squinting through his glasses with the one eye that isn’t covered with an eye patch, 1000-kilowat grin on his face, and a story about whatever great exploit he accomplished today.

Today I presented him with his certificate of achievement and a little medal on a red-white-and-blue ribbon.  He put it around his neck, grabbed his dad by the hand and said “I’m going to wear this to bed tonight.” As he walked out the door.

I wonder if he’ll come back, I wonder if I was able to help him at all in the six short weeks I had with him.

Whatever the outcome for me, I imagine Sport will have few problems ahead in life despite his difficulties.  I have a feeling that even if he doesn’t walk back through that door, I’m going to be hearing about him again.

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Wednesday, 07 February 2007

I am twice deadly now!  I passed the final portion of my second degree black belt qualification.

I'm a 2nd degree black belt.


Oh!  and I've joined the 21st century and got a cell phone.  A present from Rocky on our anniversary.

Alright, I'm going to go do some more painting on Grasshoppers bedroom walls.  Almost done.  I'm painting two of his walls camoflage, which is a pita...but that's what he wants.

Fun fun fun.

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Monday, 22 January 2007

After a few weeks of stress and family problems, and stress and home improvement woes, and the good (but still stressful) stress of a long string of many out-of-town guests, and the allergies (from the dust stirred up by home improvement) and the cold, and the bronchitis...

...I returned to Kung Fu on Sunday.  Of the three hours of intense training I usually do, I made it almost 1 and 1/2.

My ab muscles feel like someone is taking a rake to them.

Today, all I managed to do was take the dog for a walk.

Somebody call the whahmbulance.

Regaining lost fitness levels is the suck.

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Saturday, 16 December 2006

So, I passed everything except the Tai Chi portion of my second degree black belt test.

Apparently, getting your head bounced off the floor a couple of times can cause you to lose focus and have a hard time remembering your moves smoothly.

So.  In two months, I will be able to take that portion of the test again, and I will get my second degree Black belt!  Yeay!

In the mean time, I'm going to go lay down on a heating pad.  My neck is killing me, and my head doesn't feel too good.

Avindair and Geekgoddess, thanks for inviting me to the birthday party.  I had a good time, and thanks for worrying about me, although as you can see, it was unecessary.

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Monday, 04 December 2006
If they can make more money giving us what we think we want, rather than what we need, they will. Whose fault is that? And if we could stop it, but we like the pay-offs...once again, whose fault is that?
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Sunday, 06 August 2006
At least, more than I used to be able to...
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Saturday, 05 August 2006
Last installment. I promise. Unless something remarkable happens.
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Friday, 04 August 2006
Dream a little dream. A little full-on tehnicolor surroundsound lucid dream.
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Active meditation: don't sweat the small stuff.
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Thursday, 03 August 2006
Or, "yep, let's break open that can of worms"
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Today is a running day...haven't made it out yet...will probably go tonight after Kung Fu.
Tuesday SUCKED.  77 degrees SHOULD have felt cool, but the humidity was such that apparently human body temperature was below the dew point.  Between the condensation, sweat, and drizzle, I was soaked.  Like coming out of showering in your clothes, but without the freshness.  ugh.  Plus, I made it almost all the way around Staring Lake, and decided to take the ski-trail to add on a little distance.  When the ski trail rejoined the bike path, I took the wrong turn, and went back the way I had come, so my 3-mile run turned out to be somewhere around five miles.
It was like running five miles in a tepid steam room five miles long, with people spitting on you the whole way.
Except that analogy doesn't really encompass the mosquitos that came out in clouds whenever the drizzle let up.
The one good thing was that I'd taken the kids to the pool, so when I got back, I got to stretch out in hot, humid air...which made for a very effective stretch.  NO soreness.
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Monday, 26 June 2006

I burned 1,011 calories on the elliptical jogger today  65 minutes...went a little over seven miles.

Then I came home and did a little cleaning, made dinner, and scooted off to Yoga.

Endorphins are good.


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Wednesday, 21 June 2006
No doubt about it. Booga Booga Booga.
Wednesday, 21 June 2006 20:37:57 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  | #
Friday, 16 June 2006
With apologies to Ms. Sally Feild ;-)
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I can't wait to hear what they say about Tantric Sex. There HAVE to be some Christian articles out there about tantric sex. I bet they're pretty exceiting, too.
Friday, 16 June 2006 08:23:24 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #
Saturday, 13 May 2006
There's a fishtank metaphor. I'd wait for a moment when you have nothing really important or pressing to do. Really.
Saturday, 13 May 2006 23:28:20 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #
Sunday, 07 May 2006
I'm not sure I did the meditation correctly.
Sunday, 07 May 2006 09:03:16 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
Thursday, 04 May 2006
I'm making an attempt at humility.
Thursday, 04 May 2006 11:34:57 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Wednesday, 26 April 2006
No really, it's about miracles. and it's not mean, sarcastic, or bombastic. In fact, if you didn't know better, you might think that Sue wrote it..but she didn't. It's all me, baby.
Wednesday, 26 April 2006 21:48:19 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] |  |  |  | #
Monday, 24 April 2006
Not that I mind.
Monday, 24 April 2006 08:17:37 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Monday, 13 March 2006
Coughing and sneezing really hurt when you have bruised ribs.
Monday, 13 March 2006 11:00:27 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Wednesday, 08 March 2006
I see your Yeti man, and raise you one Crab woman.
Wednesday, 08 March 2006 21:48:15 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Thursday, 12 January 2006
I think I might be a bad person.
Thursday, 12 January 2006 11:15:57 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Monday, 28 November 2005
There was just something undeniably charming about Pat Morita.
Monday, 28 November 2005 12:18:11 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #
Sunday, 27 November 2005
A true original
Sunday, 27 November 2005 09:01:47 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Friday, 04 November 2005
Is it sad that I'm 38 and like System of a Down?
Friday, 04 November 2005 16:29:39 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  | #
Monday, 31 October 2005
I know...I can wiggle it.
Monday, 31 October 2005 08:02:49 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [5] | #
Monday, 24 October 2005
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Sunday, 16 October 2005
I held my own, but no real joy.
Sunday, 16 October 2005 10:49:06 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Monday, 10 October 2005
The letters have been translated.
Monday, 10 October 2005 21:54:21 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] | #
Friday, 07 October 2005
OR: I think Sue might wish me serious bodily harm. Or: I think Sue is trying to get back at me for all the situations I've gotten her into over the years.
Friday, 07 October 2005 14:27:40 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] |  | #
Tuesday, 04 October 2005
Little FAQ from Sue
Tuesday, 04 October 2005 15:09:50 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Monday, 03 October 2005
I've got the most amazing friends ya'll.
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Friday, 30 September 2005
If you don't know the Kung Fu school is being harassed by a mysterious Kung Fu "organization" that is sending letters from Hong Kong...and has been for over three years now.
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Monday, 26 September 2005
The first rule of Fight Club is...oh hell, if you can't talk about it, what's the point of doing it?
Monday, 26 September 2005 11:22:09 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, 12 September 2005
Endurance expansion
Monday, 12 September 2005 20:29:07 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Not my day...but not that bad all in all.
Monday, 12 September 2005 16:23:10 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Friday, 19 August 2005
remember, running is FUN!
Friday, 19 August 2005 11:18:25 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Saturday, 06 August 2005
Oh yeah, jump around jump around. It's my birthday.
Saturday, 06 August 2005 17:20:19 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] | #
Friday, 05 August 2005
Nobody ever told me this would be easy.
Friday, 05 August 2005 09:44:34 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Wednesday, 22 June 2005
Lessons learned on the path to the 25 K
Wednesday, 22 June 2005 08:26:08 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Tuesday, 24 May 2005
Hey, all of the cool individualistic, empowered women are doing it.
Tuesday, 24 May 2005 11:31:17 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] | #
Saturday, 21 May 2005
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Wednesday, 20 April 2005
great...NOW how are we going to make all these usightly people feel inadequate?
Wednesday, 20 April 2005 09:11:10 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, 18 April 2005
A little visit with the Community Education people.
Monday, 18 April 2005 15:24:50 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] | #
Thursday, 14 April 2005
This is getting rediculous. How many decent "mullet" titles am I going to have to come up with?
Thursday, 14 April 2005 15:02:17 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [8] | #
Tuesday, 12 April 2005
Heh. Multifaced dishonest person.
Tuesday, 12 April 2005 14:03:37 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Sunday, 03 April 2005
(Black Belt still Pending)
Sunday, 03 April 2005 13:01:38 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Thursday, 31 March 2005
Massage Therapist...check...Chiropractor...check.
Thursday, 31 March 2005 15:40:47 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Sunday, 27 March 2005
T-minus one week and counting.
Sunday, 27 March 2005 08:51:51 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Tuesday, 18 January 2005
Even Val Lewton couldn't polish this up. I'd do it but I'm still too frosty.
Tuesday, 18 January 2005 22:39:24 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] | #
Saturday, 18 December 2004
...OK...not so much death, really. The glory might be a little sparse as well...
Saturday, 18 December 2004 18:02:37 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [7] | #
Thursday, 09 December 2004
OR: "Wow, I bet your husband stays in line" OR: "Wow I bet your kids don't get mouthy" OR: "(sung badly) Everybody was Kung Fu fighting..." OR: "That's different" OR: "Wow, I could never do something like that."
Thursday, 09 December 2004 19:23:37 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [5] | #
Monday, 22 November 2004
...any one you can walk away from is a good one.
Monday, 22 November 2004 03:43:47 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Sunday, 10 October 2004
...and I'm all out of gum.
Sunday, 10 October 2004 10:24:53 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
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