Humor--actually pretty smirky
So I am amuzed, and I have to say it publically. My ex-husband finally had a child. I have to say, "good for him". I'm actually very glad for him. Why you ask? Well having children forces you to face a few things if you haven't faced them already. Frankly I think he needed to face them...or at least I needed to know that he is facing them.
I'm at peace. I honestly hope he is happy, even though he's going through the 6-12 weeks of hell.
Me, I'm starting to realize more of what is 'me'... rather than what I thought was me compliments of the men in my life.
So what is me? Who is my identity....
Well I know darn well that part of my identity is Taekwando...or however you spell it. I passed by last belt test, and now I'm a blue belt decided. For all you lay people out there, that's the second blue belt.
I am 2/3 of the way to my blackbelt, and I began double songshabongs *that's the way it's said not the way it's spelled* this testing cycle. For you lay people... double knum-chucks...yes two, one in each hand. This time next year, I'll be testing for my first degree blackbelt if I stay on track.
Right now I'm trying to see if I can beg my instructor to let me break bricks for my board breaks. You see traditional board breaking really isn't that challenging for me.
I'm also working towards my first level test in Krav Maga--that's Israeli "kick your ass street fighting" self defense. I'm taking that one slow because it's incredibly intense. I did throw a 250 lb former Army special forces guy in a Kevlar suit across the floor, but i ended up getting a stress fracture in my foot from kicking him in the crotch.
Gives new meaning to the word 'hard on' let me tell you.
*and yes Ariestess you can use that line in a story*
Needless to say I enjoy going to class and beating the crap out of others (and getting the crap beat out of me)...
I also have to memorize 2 more forms, the hardest forms.... IKE!
The greatest thing is that my 'skinny jeans' still fit after a year. I'm the same size I was when I got divorced. I'd like to be smaller, but I have a heck of a lot of muscle now that I didn't have. I can do 22 sit ups in 60 seconds, and 34 pushups. I can also do over 140 round kicks (think round house) and about the same amount of power punches in sixty second bursts.
Hell yes, I know I'm bragging...and doing it publically....
But how often do I do that?
What else is me?
Another one of my 'projects' made the front page of at least three Oregon papers. It only made the fourth page of the D section in the Oregonian though. This lastest one I was in a meeting about will make the front page. That's obscure enough though for a public post because I never talk about work publically.
It's spooky though, to see your months work end up on the front page of a paper.
What else?
I won Nanowrimo last year... but I'm not sure I'll have time to do it this year. I'm teaching courses in addition to my 40 hour work week and 3 hour daily commute... not to mention TKD classes and being a full time single mom.
No, I don't watch that much TV... maybe an hour a week? I do read some, when I get a chance.
What else?
I still have a thing for the same man. Wonder when he will finally ask me out? Maybe never? Strangely it doesn't bother me too much. I'm not desperate. I can support myself, and my son. He's a great guy.
I'm at peace. I honestly hope he is happy, even though he's going through the 6-12 weeks of hell.
Me, I'm starting to realize more of what is 'me'... rather than what I thought was me compliments of the men in my life.
So what is me? Who is my identity....
Well I know darn well that part of my identity is Taekwando...or however you spell it. I passed by last belt test, and now I'm a blue belt decided. For all you lay people out there, that's the second blue belt.
I am 2/3 of the way to my blackbelt, and I began double songshabongs *that's the way it's said not the way it's spelled* this testing cycle. For you lay people... double knum-chucks...yes two, one in each hand. This time next year, I'll be testing for my first degree blackbelt if I stay on track.
Right now I'm trying to see if I can beg my instructor to let me break bricks for my board breaks. You see traditional board breaking really isn't that challenging for me.
I'm also working towards my first level test in Krav Maga--that's Israeli "kick your ass street fighting" self defense. I'm taking that one slow because it's incredibly intense. I did throw a 250 lb former Army special forces guy in a Kevlar suit across the floor, but i ended up getting a stress fracture in my foot from kicking him in the crotch.
Gives new meaning to the word 'hard on' let me tell you.
*and yes Ariestess you can use that line in a story*
Needless to say I enjoy going to class and beating the crap out of others (and getting the crap beat out of me)...
I also have to memorize 2 more forms, the hardest forms.... IKE!
The greatest thing is that my 'skinny jeans' still fit after a year. I'm the same size I was when I got divorced. I'd like to be smaller, but I have a heck of a lot of muscle now that I didn't have. I can do 22 sit ups in 60 seconds, and 34 pushups. I can also do over 140 round kicks (think round house) and about the same amount of power punches in sixty second bursts.
Hell yes, I know I'm bragging...and doing it publically....
But how often do I do that?
What else is me?
Another one of my 'projects' made the front page of at least three Oregon papers. It only made the fourth page of the D section in the Oregonian though. This lastest one I was in a meeting about will make the front page. That's obscure enough though for a public post because I never talk about work publically.
It's spooky though, to see your months work end up on the front page of a paper.
What else?
I won Nanowrimo last year... but I'm not sure I'll have time to do it this year. I'm teaching courses in addition to my 40 hour work week and 3 hour daily commute... not to mention TKD classes and being a full time single mom.
No, I don't watch that much TV... maybe an hour a week? I do read some, when I get a chance.
What else?
I still have a thing for the same man. Wonder when he will finally ask me out? Maybe never? Strangely it doesn't bother me too much. I'm not desperate. I can support myself, and my son. He's a great guy.