Well, since it's just after 3 am and I can't sleep, I decided to come in and write a xanga post. The reason I can't sleep, is because my hubby kicked the bejeebers out of my leg in his sleep! Actually, it was the back side of my knee...what I call my knee pit. He apologized profusely, saying he dreamed he was being attacked and he had kicked....three times....very hard. I am not sure if I got one kick or three, but all I do know is that it hurts up a storm and now I can't sleep.
My husband is very strong....I wouldn't want to be the other guy in a fight with him. He was a tae kwon do fighter in his younger days, and can still handle a mean pair of nunchucks (fighting sticks hooked together with a chain).
When we were dating he even had me give them a try...which I was more than willing to do, until I beat myself soundly about the head and shoulders. In those days I was game for most anything! It was very thrilling to whiz these things through the air and behind my back...especially when the wood handle actually landed back in my hand, where it was supposed to, instead of whacking my back and ribs!
When Mike was 11 he broke his shoulder and had his arm in a sling. At school he was able to take down big bullies with one finger poke....ONE finger. He said it's a matter of poking hard in the right place. I always feel safe with him, and I am sure that will never change. Here are a couple of pictures of him from the early 70's....one is kind of blurry, but the man was in fast motion at the time! The second was from his tae kwon do class. What a hunk! =o>
You know, he says he has fighting dreams all the time. I have never in all my born days ever had a fighting dream. I've never dreamed I was in a war, never ran from bad guys, never fallen from a great height, and believe it or not, never was able to fly in my dreams. Now I have dreamed I was floating, but not Peter Pan flying. Guys and girls seem to dream about totally different things. I often dream I am 5 minutes from leaving on a trip, and I haven't started packing. Or I spend my whole night trying to dial the right number on the phone (a dyslexic nightmare).
I guess to be honest, I have dreamed about running away from something bad...but it wasn't a typical bad guy. As a kid I had a re-occurring dream about these black shapes that ran after me...they could take three steps for my one. I would dream it over and over, with the objective to try to get home before these "things" got me. Sometimes they got me in the neighbor's yard. Sometimes I would be in my garage trying to make it to the house (we had a detached garage). And one scary night I actually made it inside my house, only to find them there. After I accepted Christ, these dreams stopped. Boy, am I glad!
Well, I see the time has really shot by as I have written this and tried to find photos to post. By the way, I had a great time in Texas helping my daughter and her family pack and move....and unpack. Seeing Clarke for 8 straight days was sheer joy! And I think I saw some of you waving at me as I sped by! I am now settled back home and beginning my own home make-over projects. I'll try and take pictures as I go, but I certainly don't want to bore you.
Hope you had a safe night as you were sleeping unsuspectedly in your bed! My leg STILL hurts...... =o> | 
--my mom usta get kicked(accidentally!) by dad too
FKIProfessor has some great audio clips where, if I'm not mistaken, he's just talking as things come to his mind. It's great stuff, and part of the inspiration for my not scripting my episodes. With regards to the webcam thing, my uncle bought one and uses it with Skype (a free internet phone service that works great...Skype.com). I love getting to see my cousins and aunt and uncle over webcam, since they live a long way away and I don't get to see them in person much. Oh, and don't worry...most people hate themselves on camera. 
