May 02, 2006 20:39
I just got a little manhandling. I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up with a little bruised cheek fashion statement!
This is a regular occurance at our household; we take up the big mitts and start with the punching. It's great exercise, even if I'm just the one holding the mitts. The man hits hard, I tells ya. But it's even more fun when I get my turn. Nothing brings out the happy like beating the crap out of an inanimate object. Oh, and getting husband to lose balance is nice too.
He's a long time martial arts enthusiast, and his latest flame is krav maga. I've done a bit of aikido with him, and now we've found the joy of sparring together. He instructs, I learn self defence. Useful, and did I mention fun?
The kids love it too. They fight for the right to take on the mitts. The youngest has a really... whee-esque approach.
Today we had a little mishap... or two. I didn't have a good grip and so ended up with a faceful of my own fist. Now I might be a big freaky freak, but my first reaction wasn't even "ow" but *giggle*. I am big strong gal, hear me flex!
Violence: it's fun for the whole family!
family matters,
rl is fucking funny