Another Year Without Meatballs

Almost a full year since my last entry. But I was forced to write this one. You see, two weeks ago, during the Obon Festival, I nonchalantly said hello to a former coworker who told me to update the blog. I promised I’d do it within 2 weeks. Damn him.

So, the Obon Festival was a lot of fun. Our Daito Ryu group performed our techniques for a blood thirsty crowd. Nah, just kidding…unfortunately.

So, what have you all out there been doing…the ones still reading my blogs and forcing me to write yet another entry? Hm? You make me write, I want to see some love back. Yeah, I’m talkin’…to you and your little doggie, too.

Speaking of yummy little puppies, my dog is still alive and itching. She’s a 4-year-old stuck in an 11-year-old’s body. Most everyone thinks she’s around 2, but I’ve seen here when she was 2, she’s more like when she was a 4-year-old. She’s had a couple of rough patches that cost a good buck or two. I’ve revamped her kennel outside to a high-security prison, but is more like jail for criminal psychotics since I have to give her doggie valium to keep her locked in. Recently, she’s dug a hole that I’ve gotta fill with a moat and hungry alligators…or dirt, whichever is cheaper.

Let’s see, what else can I update you late-night or bored-at-work readers? I’ve got several pictures I’d like to post from my trip to Europe and Peru. And guess what? I also went to Belize! Yes, that former British ruled Central American paradise. It was so much fun. My friend and I went cave-tubing, horseback riding, canoeing, ziplining, and hiking among Tikal’s ruins. Ok, so, technically, Tikal isn’t in Belize, but it was part of our trip, which was mainly in Belize mainland and cayes. I’ll post some pictures when I get the chance, which will probably the next time I see a former coworker. I’ll have to become a hermit, now. I hope you’re happy! And yes, I’m talking to you, Minute Man.

So, the next excursion out will be in October, where I learn some more advanced techniques for Bowenwork. Yes, I’ve been in business since February 2007, but the business hasn’t kicked off yet. I’m dragging my feet a bit, and my money reserves are dwindling…alarmingly so, if I might add.

So, other injuries to mention, besides to my wallet, are several bruises from my martial arts class, a mysterious numbness in my leg that hasn’t gone away for the last couple of weeks, and a bloody lip…it’s not what you think of as a lip, though. I was wakeboarding, yes, that fun yet evil sport, when I slammed face first into the water. I could imagine the same feeling of how my face felt as the same as having someone smashing a cast-iron frying pan in my face. I was half-out of my wakeboard and tasting blood. I couldn’t open my eyes because I swear they were not there, and everything was numb. I thought my nose was broken, but, I soon discovered that the piece of skin that attaches my upper lip to my gum had been ripped. Yes, it was a bloody mess, but it has healed now. I’m ready for my next wakeboarding trip!

Alright, I think that’s enough fodder for now. Be a good cow and chew your cud.