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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Scribbles and Scrambles - Return from North

Sounds ominous, doesn't it? I traveled north and lived to tell the tales.

Some tales will forever be with-held for reader ease and comfort and writer save-faceiness. (Yes, another new word, feel free to pass it along.)

I almost dreaded my visit to the great twin cities. Why? Three words. Self Defense Class.

Michelle, the friend who found such great delight in my spinning glass debacle, signed up the females in her household for said class. She even gave me one of her daughters since it was a mother/daughter opportunity.

Poor kid.

Oh, I played it up. Told her I was going to get some read-white-and-blue "bad boy" parachute pants from which to deliver roundhouse kicks to heads.

I even decided I could maybe do a bit of heckling. After all, this would be my fourth self-defense class, and believe me, with two brothers I'd developed the art of roundhouse.

But, since I'm such a good sport, and feel the need to make others laugh, I took my good attitude to self-defense class and waited for some sweet openings.

I learned something. Quite a bit, actually. Did you know that you can listen to your inner chicken and avoid awkward or ugly situations?

Okay, I knew that.

You can also rush the bad guys and use surprise, wicked elbow thrusts and power stomps to pretty much deliver a really bad day.

So far I haven't had a chance to use my new empowerment. But, man, did we have fun with it at the mall.


Janet Rubin said...

I want to see the video! Can I stay in your room in Dallas? Then, if some editor or agent rejects me, can you do that round-house thing on them for ?

Praying for your Prodigal said...

The Twin Cities...you were in my back yard! I would have invited you over, had I known, and I had I not been in Florida! Hope the weather was warm for you (we're having a heat wave!)! But, really, with all the Minnesota nice that you run in to....where would you have to use your skills!?!?