Saturday, December 29, 2012

Creativity at it's finest.
And delicious.
What people come up with is amazing.

Friday, November 23, 2012

When ninjas come for Thanskgiving

Cocktails before dinner


Ninja has claimed the ham. 

Thanksgiving would not be complete without the Jello mold

Turkey Leg claimed

Ninja needs more white meat.

Delicious asparagus 

Ninjas would not share the gravy. A bloody battle ensued. 

The battle was ended when we forfeit our homemade pumpkin pie to them.

and our festive cupcakes

and the chocolate cream pie. 

Ninjas are intrigued by the Thanksgiving hand towels. 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Completed Run for your Lives 5K.
But without my flags.
I be a zombie now....

Live life and have fun or the ninja zombie will come get you!

Be Adventurous 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Ninja - one who endures

Some days you are just hanging by a thread 
but you do not let go.
Some days you are barely treading water 
but you do not sink.
Some days life hits you with a two by four upside the head 
but you refuse to fall. 
Because failure is not an option.
Because giving up is not an option.
Because living and surviving are the only options.
The way I see it
One smile trumps a hundred frowns
A moment of laughter trumps a thousand tears.
A life cherished trumps all hardships we must endure.

Be Well
Be Happy

Thursday, September 20, 2012

I hate running. Despise it. I know people who swear by running. How wonderful it is and how great it makes them feel.  I, on the other hand, find it incredible boring. But I do love zombies and a goal to achieve. So my goal is to run the Run for your lives 5K.

5K cannot be boring if it is an obstacle course and you are being chased by ZOMBIES! How freaking cool is that. So I am registered. 8:00am wave down in Maryland on the 27th.

Training for it has been difficult. My body apparently does not enjoy running as well. Hips, knees and back are not cooperating. Aleve has become a daily ritual and I have decided after this little goal is completed I will never run again. Up to two miles now before my body says stop but cardio is good. By the day of the race I am sure I will be up to three miles. My martial Arts training is a good cross training for it as well.

Be cool
Be happy
Beware of zombies

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Today was a day.
Frustrated with work.
Money on the mind or the lack there of. 
The future is a blur at this point and time.
I lay in my bed after dinner, exhausted. 
No desire to train but I bailed yesterday so I had to go to today. 

I dressed for class and dragged my butt to the car. 
Even turning the key in the ignition seemed strenuous.
So tired. So frustrated. So tense. So unmotivated. 
But I did it. I made it there. First goal accomplished.
I found a good partner and trained like an animal.
Sweat sprayed across the floor around me. 

I feel better. Tired in a good way. Frustrations eased.
Muscles to spent to be tense. Motivated to take on tomorrow.
MMA baby, the only way to train. 

Feeling fabulous in a sweaty, stinking mess kind of way. 

First goal - get to class
Second goal - train hard
Third goal - take a shower. Phew!

Be cool

Saturday, July 21, 2012

which way should a ninja go?

When in doubt follow the exit signs.

A coworker told me these six little words when showing me around a maze of a building.
I found those words applied for many things in life.

Sometimes you must ignore your ego and follow your instincts.

Be smart

Sunday, July 8, 2012

What I learned this week

There is the right way to do things and the boss's way to do things.
When the mower dies the grass grows like crazy.
Purchase new mower, drought and heat wave hit killing all the grass.
Zombies are the new vampires. I have a zombie ninja action figure, myself. (still love vampires too)
Clothesline fresh does not mean soft and smelling fresh.
It means stiff and still leaves the lint and cat hair on the clothes. (I miss my dryer.)
I still really love throwing front kicks when free sparring
And last but not least, once you have a had a amazing Margarita all others taste like crap.

Drank in Sedona, Arizona

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Feeling Zen

Did kickboxing combinations on the heavy bag followed by some serious strength training this evening. Feeling a sense of calm now. Gotta love a little stress relief. Gotta really love violence inflicted to a heavy bad can give ya little inner peace. 

Be calm

Saturday, June 23, 2012

ninja summer lesson one

Flip flops are not stealthy, especially the five dollar one but they are comfy and a bargain.

Stay cool

The picture is not the five dollar ones they are the eighteen fifty ones at cafe press. Cute but not in the budget. I am a thrifty ninja ya know.,653426875

Sunday, June 17, 2012

So I took on a challenge. A Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge.
Write a story concerning this picture of a crooked tree.

The dense early morning fog was making it difficult to see in the forest but it did not slow mama. She did not stumble, trip or fall. Her every step perfection. She knew the terrain perfectly. Knowing where every twig, stick, and log lay in their path as if she had walked this trail a hundred times.

       “Come, River.”
His mama called him River because as she said, “You are always running like the river, constantly in motion.” But now River’s small legs were burning from almost constant running.
      “Mama, I’m tired.”
      “I know you are, sweetheart, but we must keep moving.”
      “Is papa coming?”
      “Yes, I am sure he is searching for us by now.”
The thought alone produced a streak fear to course through his chest. In the short five years of River’s life; one thing River knew, his father was a mean man. He was mean to everyone, especially mama and him. So when mama woke him in the middle of the night and said to be very quiet not to wake papa. He was quieter than a mouse and hopeful for a life without him in it.
They broke though the edge of the trees and entered a large clearing.  As they ran through the clearing a large strange shape was emerging through the thick fog.  The looming shape frightening River. He began to slow not wanting to discover the identity of the mass. His mother tugged his arm trying to hasten his step.
      “Mama, mama, what is it?”
      “What, baby?”
       River pointed to the large shadow.
      “It is a tree.”
      “No no, trees do not grow that way. Trees grow up. I think it is a monster.”
      “No, it is a tree. Come, as we get close you shall see.” His mother pulled him a long and as they approached the mass, his mother was correct. It was a tree but it was crooked. “We will stop here for a few minutes to rest.” His mother announced, giving River time to study the tree.
      “It is a very ugly tree.” River exclaimed.
      “I think it is beautiful.”
      “Why?” River asked not seeing how she could find the tree beautiful.
      His mother walked over and ran her hand along the section of almost horizontal trunk. “It is a true testament of surviving a harsh beginning. You see how in the beginning,” she pointed to the twisted base of the tree.  “The tree had a very rough start but it kept growing.” She pointed along the trunk, “See how it grew crooked and then it eventually made itself grow towards the sky, reaching for the warmth and beauty of the sun. It must have been quite the struggle for survival. Oh River, what an amazing and beautiful tree it is. Look over here,” She pointed to an ugly black scar on the trunk. “The tree has even been struck by lightning at one point and still it survives. This tree is a symbol of strength and perseverance to me.”  
As she spoke the last sentence a dreaded noise echoed through the forest. River turned his head to the sickening sound of his father’s dogs approaching. For someone so little you would not seem it possible to feel such a feeling of despair.  He listened closely and knew his father was not alone. River looked up at his mother’s face.
      She grabbed his hand. “Run, River, run. Come on.” They sprinted away from the sound of the approaching dogs. River was not moving as fast as his mama needed so she gathered him up in his arms and ran as fast as she could. But it was not fast enough. The sounds of their trackers were getting louder and louder. Mama stopped, knowing they would be found soon. She placed him on the ground and knelt in front of him. She cupped his face in her hands. Her eyes were filling with tears and a sad smile show on her lips.
      “My sweet, sweet boy, I am so sorry.”
      “Don’t be sorry, mama. It’s okay.”
      “No River it’s not okay. I have failed to keep you safe.”
      “Mama, please don’t cry.” River said fighting back his own tears. Papa would be here soon and River knew tears were cause for punishment. 
She looked towards the approaching sounds in the fog. Mama took a deep breath wiped her tears away. She smiled at him in a way he felt all the love she had for him engulf him like a warm and comforting hug.                "Always remember I love you more than anything in this world. You are a good boy and you have a good and strong heart. Never give up who you truly are. Be good to people, be kind. Do not let his hate and anger corrupt you. Promise me.”
      “I promise, Mama.” River whispered. He could hear the heavy footsteps of his father coming up behind him. Mama looked up at papa. As River turned to look he saw the gun barrel pointed at his mother’s head. The gun went off burning River’s face, Mama’s blood splattering across his burns. Moments later his father’s hand grabbed the scruff of his neck,
      “Let’s go, Caleb.” His father yelled pushing him forward leaving his mother’s lifeless body behind.

      River was surprised his memories were so vivid after so long. Ten years had passed since his mother’s murder.  As he and his father stepped into the clearing they flooded his head once again. Like all the other time he visited the crooked but beautiful tree.
      “Caleb, why are we here?” His father growled.
River turned to his father and small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. He reached behind and pulled out a gun which was tucked in the small of his back, pointed it at his head and said, “My name is River.” He pulled the trigger. He was dead before he hit the ground.
River continued the journey his mother and he started many years ago. 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Art of Chillin'

Life has changed.
And with this changed I am sad to admit I forgot the ways and whys of chillin'.
I have been running on overdrive. Doing this. Doing that. Something always needs to get done.
Go go go. Never idle. Always moving. I am sure there is some psychological reason for being constantly in motion due to my recent life changes but WHATEVER. I don't care the explanation.  It is what it is or it was what it was because I realized last week I really need to chill and enjoy the calm that parallels my craziness. It's always there patiently waiting for me to kick back and relax and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. A cup of tea, a sunset, a walk, a book, a glass of wine, a flower in bloom, a cat's purr, a dog's wagging tail, your children's laughter, time with your family, dancing in the kitchen while making cupcakes, singing loudly along with the song playing on your ipod, kazoos, totally and utterly enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive, a smile.
The list can go on and on and differ from person to person but the goal to forget and not worry about the troubles, stresses and list of things that needs to be done in our daily lives. Why do we chill? To revitalize ourselves to conquer all that life throws at us.
Does a ninja chill? Well of course they do. After a long day / night of defeating evildoers a ninja needs to chill  just like the rest of the world but you just can't see them chillin'. Hellooooo.......Stealthy.

Be cool
Be chill

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Ninja need music

Lately in Kickboxing class there has been music playing. I find my rhythm and movement have improved. Although I have to admit it is really hard not to stop and dance when one of my favorite songs starts to play. I am sure it would not go over well with my instructor. But I am sure it would totally take my opponent off guard. Maybe I can incorporate it into my strategy. Jab, cross, hook, round kick, front kick, salsa step, a little rumba wiggle, spinning back fist, power front kick, heel turn.

A Ninja gotta dance!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Philadelphia Flower Show 2012 and a lil Ninja

Where the heck do we get off?

Choo Choo

Let's go to the map

pretty pretty begins
These annoying signs were almost everywhere limiting ninja photo shoot.

Lil Hamster Ninja wanna be came too

This really needs to be in my back yard.

Love the smell of tulips but the whole place smelled wonderful. Even the train ride home was smelled pleasant.

Be a tourist