So, this week's lesson - I'm not TOTALLY invincible, just Nigh-Invincible. (Like the Tick!)
I went into a boxing match this last Sunday, despite being sick and knowing I probably shouldn't. Well, I shouldn't have. I didn't do so bad, but boy am I paying for it now.
Nevertheless, this morning I woke up feeling pretty good, and halfway through my very large bowl of Chocolate Lucky Charms (not for mortals...), I started to get shooting pains in mah belly and some major nausea. The Milk! Damn You Infernal Juice of Sour Cow! Sure enough, for the last 3 days, the milk has been bad and I couldn't tell because of my other cold/flu symptoms. So it was a sleep-in day to try to recover from food poisoning.
Surely the Ninja from the opposing camp have put this in my fridger in efforts to weaken me before they attempt to infiltrate my Super-Ultra-Go-Go-Action-Karate-Dome 9000 (which is what I'm thinking of naming the school if we move. I was GOING to go with 9 Million instead of 9000, but the numbers wouldn't fit on the building.).
So, yes. That's my current dilemma. How to, with the brain of a Karate teacher/Sideshow performer, buy a half million dollar building, renovate it completely, and open it as a 25,000 square foot martial arts/ performing arts complex. All while keeping my girlish figure and not dying of stress. The building is picked out, the plans are aligning, and the people are rallying behind the idea, so...
Will it happen? If it don't, ah, well. If it do, all my critics can Kiss My Ass! And I'll send gold foil invitations saying just that.
Stay tuned...!
I went into a boxing match this last Sunday, despite being sick and knowing I probably shouldn't. Well, I shouldn't have. I didn't do so bad, but boy am I paying for it now.
Nevertheless, this morning I woke up feeling pretty good, and halfway through my very large bowl of Chocolate Lucky Charms (not for mortals...), I started to get shooting pains in mah belly and some major nausea. The Milk! Damn You Infernal Juice of Sour Cow! Sure enough, for the last 3 days, the milk has been bad and I couldn't tell because of my other cold/flu symptoms. So it was a sleep-in day to try to recover from food poisoning.
Surely the Ninja from the opposing camp have put this in my fridger in efforts to weaken me before they attempt to infiltrate my Super-Ultra-Go-Go-Action-Karate-Dome 9000 (which is what I'm thinking of naming the school if we move. I was GOING to go with 9 Million instead of 9000, but the numbers wouldn't fit on the building.).
So, yes. That's my current dilemma. How to, with the brain of a Karate teacher/Sideshow performer, buy a half million dollar building, renovate it completely, and open it as a 25,000 square foot martial arts/ performing arts complex. All while keeping my girlish figure and not dying of stress. The building is picked out, the plans are aligning, and the people are rallying behind the idea, so...
Will it happen? If it don't, ah, well. If it do, all my critics can Kiss My Ass! And I'll send gold foil invitations saying just that.
Stay tuned...!