Flash 55, General Musing

Friday Flash 55 inspired by a Google image search on "purple." (I like to keep my prospects open, LOL!) If you like the image, I found it - and a lot of other cool ones - at this site. They have some really neat goodies, and if you like pussies, be sure to read the story of the bus cats. :-)


Mother Moon rose gracefully into the sky, infusing Elia's soul with serenity. Her nights in the sacred grove were a time for rest and reflection; for reconnecting with both the Earth and the inner voice guiding her on her Journey. She flung her arms wide to embrace the moon and closed her eyes in bliss.

Tonight's red belt class was an exercise in frustration. Well, part of it. We did the three bag thing again - 3 kicking bags lined up, have to kick them R,L,R while flying past. I still kept hitting #2 twice and #3 once. Finally, the Master put tape on the floor for my takeoff point, which turned out to be a lot earlier than anyone else's (loooong legs) and way earlier than I was guessing. I honestly don't know how he can be so patient with me. I'd have killed me by now if I were him. :-P I think I was finally starting to get my alignment by the end of things, but my feet and legs weren't working quickly anymore, LOL! At least it's hard for everyone, so I'm not alone, but it's really frustrating. I guess it's good for me. Builds character, right? And, from the feel of things, left buttock muscles. Yeah, that's all I need - lopsided buttocks, LOL! Wouldn't that be a great HNT? ;-) Next time, I'll get it. I've got to find some way to practice at home. And maybe practice both ways. :-P (stop it!) Oh yeah. Did I mention it was still really fun? :-)

Trillian is very excited about The Big Ugly Bug that is perambulating about on the deck right now. I think it's a June bug. Is it really almost June? I will turn 37 in a little over a week. I don't feel like 37. Well, not how I envision 37 if I step back and try to really comprehend that number. Not at all. Oh well. Que sera sera. (C)Andy You're a Star, LOL! Actually that doesn't work at all, because what I've been hearing as "que sera sera", is in fact "hey shut up, shut up." Oh well. Must be going deaf in my old age. What's really weird is if I hear a guy is in his 30s, it sounds like he's a baby, but for girls it's different. Let's blame the media, LOL!

Hey!!! THREE-DAY-WEEKEND, Baby!! Woo hoo!! Memorial Day Weekend is the official start of summer, even though summer doesn't really begin until late June. It's when everything seasonal opens for the summer - swimming pools, resorts, the old Madison Children's Zoo, the Ferndale tequila slip-n-slide. . . ok I made that last one up.

In the continuation of Blast from the Past Movie Week (remember Cloak & Dagger?) we watched The Flight of the Navigator the other night. It was good. Surprisingly good! :-)

Word of the Day: Coulrodium. (odium - Latin - "hatred") Fal tipped me off to coulrophobia, (BTW, thanks Fal, *smooch*) but since mine is a loathing of clowns rather than fear thereof, I have coined another new word. Muahahaha!

TTFN!