Write On

I am still alive, but I've become unblocked in my novel, so I've been hammering away at that. Hooray!

Gogofishy turned NINE yesterday! We did balloonorama again, went swimming at the Milford pool with BG and her kids and then came home for a curry lunch (Fishy's favourite food in the world - he's definitely his Mama's boy!) Some dear friends came over for dinner, cake and presents later on. We've known this family since CA, and fate brought us together again here in MI. Fate rocks. They have celebrated birthdays with us for about the last 7 yrs or so.

Prawn's scuba suit is the bomb. I think everyone wants one now. It's great to be able to go to the deep pool, which is on the other side of the wall from the fun pool, and swim and dive and use the diving board. (The deep pool is colder.) Prawn is getting pretty good at diving off the side, and Fishy figured it out yesterday, too. I've showed them how to do a "watermelon" but no one's brave enough to try that, yet. I got a huge reaction from a bunch of day camp kids that were there yesterday, though. ^_^ It occurs to me that everyone I have ever talked to about the "watermelon" trick has no idea what it is, so I'll explain that it's basically a headfirst cannonball. You jump as high as you can (preferably off the diving board) and tip so that you'll enter headfirst in a tight tuck, arms wrapped around your knees. If you do it just right, it makes a BIG splash. I suppose I am the only mom at the pool who is insane enough to do this (or perhaps the only one with so little dignity.) Come to think of it, I'm sure I make a spectacle of myself at the lake, too. Tough rocks; I'll play if I feel like it. ^_^

On a completely unrelated tangent, I found this fascinating. It's so hard for me not to think of Big Dog as having a mind of its own. I'm especially impressed by how it rights itself after being shoved, and when slipping on the ice:

Urgh

My legs are sore, my shoulders are sore, my lower-side-back muscles are sore.

But I sure had fun last night.

My Word

I've decided to live on the edge. I'm turning off word verification. How many minutes/hours/days/weeks/years/decades/centuries/millenia/eons before the next Spam?

We did the 3 bag kicking thing in red belt class tonight. Three kicking bags (last photo) are lined up in a row, we run at them (shouting various Kamikaze slogans) and jump up and try to kick all 3 in a row. I hate this. OK, well, I don't hate it. I just hate the frustration it produces in me. I hate feeling inept. Especially in front of other people. MuNKi sometimes tells me I'm athletic. I don't know about that. I just know that physical stuff isn't supposed to be terribly hard by the 3rd or 4th try. When it comes to three bag kicking, I am not athletic in the least. If I jump high enough, I don't turn sideways enough, if I turn sideways enough, I don't kick hard enough to hit the third bag, if I think about kicking the first bag on the way up, I forget my name and how to land. Plus, I need to Kegel more.

Hee hee! The DVD menu for Big Fish is playing on the wall and Emmett is going NUTS trying to catch the big, animated bee. Muahahahahaha!! >^_^<