Hey! I was just talking about you yesterday afternoon! I was talking about how I hadn’t been blogging. I realized yesterday that I might be becoming illiterate because I haven’t been blogging. Seriously. I’ve made some horrific grammatical mistakes lately. Plus my friend, Sue, is probably feeling deprived because she derives great pleasure from watching me do the things I do. Like mouth off, get in fights and/or fall. ;D
I can’t quite seem to catch a break health-wise. On Tuesday, an abdominal ultrasound showed I have a hernia. Oh yes, a hernia! So I haven’t seen a doctor about it yet, but I’m fairly certain I probably shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. Probably not any crunches either, but NAH NAH NAH NAH I can’t hear you!
A couple of weeks ago I tried my triumphant return to martial arts. I tried Karate on a Thursday. About 4 hours later, my knees felt like I hadn’t taken 9 months off. So I stewed about that until Monday and tried Hapkido. I thought that it would take longer to get back to Hapkido because of my wrist surgery and my wrist isn’t 100%. To my shock, I was able to do Hapkido. And if I can stay healthy, I will get my brown belt in January. So I chose to keep on doing Hapkido and worry about how I’m going to do Karate after I get my brown belt. I may even wait until I have my black belt to go back to Karate.
Anyway, all this brings me to last night. I came back from Hapkido, dressed like a ninja. Steve’s out of town AGAIN. The garbage can needed to be brought down to the street. On Sunday, we had been de-cluttering the laundry room. The garbage can was REALLY HEAVY. It sits on a slight incline. So there I am, dressed in my super secret ninja suit, and when I tilted the can up on it’s wheels, it was so heavy, it started to slide, then slammed back down on the ground, which nearly launched me over the top. I may or may not have screamed. The garbage can clearly weighed, not only more than me, but enough to launch me across the driveway. I also felt a little yank on my hernia.
What’s a herniated ninja to do? I sheepishly walked across the street to the neighbor’s house. He opened the door and I had to admit “I don’t normally dress like this to take out the garbage, but….the can is too heavy and I can’t get it down to the street.” He said “We all need to dress like ninjas to take out the garbage!” Oh yes. He said that. Just so you know, the can nearly launched HIM too. I’m fairly certain the garbage can, like an angry horse trying to buck you off, was bitter for being stuffed so full and someone needed to pay. Seriously. The can was psycho.
Crime scene photo. Evidence of homicidal garbage can:
