He was quick, but I was faster. It wasn’t even close. I threw my head back and
pushed into his nose with the heel of my hand, blood from my gash dripping
into his face. In that moment, I was sure my opponent would get a point
for the kick, but he did not.
The crowd had gone absolutely insane. There were calls for this fight to be
stopped, for it to be stopped and the judges to be disqualified, for it to
be stopped, it is not fair.
I don’t know what happened in the three minutes we were in the center of that
boisterous mass of people. I do know that everything happened in slow motion
as I saw the face of my opponent in the crowd and heard the judge call my
point for my kick null and void. I saw the referee throw my hands in the air,
slamming my glove down on the mat and announcing my fighting for the remainder
of the fight. I sat down and wiped my hands across my face and then walked
into the corner of the ring to the applause of those watching.
My opponent wasn’t the winner. I couldn’t have cared less about the scorecards. I
knew I had won.
That night, I slept in my car. The house had been searched. The police
brought my car from my house. I hadn’t left the house in three months, and
my car had never been seen.
The next day, I got a package in the mail. It was addressed to me and it
was a photograph of my old high school.
I was confused. Why would the media be sending me pictures from my high
There was no note. You can imagine how I felt. The police were very nice
and promised to give me a police report after they questioned me and got the
story straightened out. I had been in no physical danger, but it took a
year before I could start the car.
I was going to take the car to California and get a new one. I would be an
insurance writer from there, and I promised myself that I would never get my
face smashed into again.
I did, three years later, and now I am happily married, with three children.
I am a stay at home mother, and I have a new car and a new life.
The only thing of note is the photos that went with the package. It had all
the photos from my high school graduating class. I was in every one.
My current job requires that I travel a lot, so I can’t take the package with
me. I am looking for other pictures, and the one thing I find most
irresistible is my first job at my first office, taking mail orders for
If I were in college, I would have graduated in May. I would have moved on to
the next semester. I would most likely have gotten my degree, maybe even
received an award.
But I am in the middle of the summer, and all I have is a photo of me with
my high school diploma. It is a large, fat picture that I will probably never
get a frame for. It will sit on someone’s bookshelf for a decade or more.
I would be very happy to have taken it. I am pretty sure it would sit in a
box in my drawer somewhere.
Friday, April 3, 2011
My cousin has a great blog. In fact, I almost never comment on her blog,
because she is the type of cousin that does all the talking.
She lives next door to me, and she actually calls me by my first name. I
This morning, I had a dream of eating breakfast.
It was very nice. All my favorite things were on the breakfast plate. It
had egg whites in the top, tomatoes in the middle, and bacon in the bottom.
This is my breakfast dream. My mom said that breakfast is the most important meal
of the day.
I am going to have to come up with a new breakfast idea, because I know my
moms will never allow herself to become a vegetarian.
My point is, eating breakfast is important, and it is so, very easy to make.
So, my dream for the next few days (for the week, for the month, maybe even
the year) is to eat breakfast at home, preferably with my children.
If you would like to try it, here is how:
Breakfast Plate: –
Top-Egg Whites in the top and tomatoes in the middle.
Now, you can use anything you want on the bottom. I used a piece of toast.
I think bacon is the only thing that would be a perfect choice for the bottom.
I want to thank my cousin for the invitation to join her breakfast dream, and
if you want to have a chance to try it out, let me know.
Friday, March 29, 2011
I was going to wait until after the kids left for school, but then I
decided to do it at the last minute and forgot. I had to rush down to the
store for a gallon of almond milk, and the last thing I checked was the
school was nearly empty. I had two chances in two days to get out of there.
I got home, went into their rooms and told them what I was doing. They were
very confused and asked me if I was taking them to school.
I said, “Yes.”
They acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I told them that was my secret and then I went into their rooms and
announced, “I am taking the kids to school because I have a secret.”
They were absolutely shocked.
“We got to the store at 7:45.” I said. “My dad is working.”
I didn’t tell them anything else because I did not want to share.
I told myself it is okay. The kids are too young. Maybe someday,
they’ll understand I can’t take them because of my job.
Friday, March 22, 2011
I am not going to be there until Friday afternoon. I am going to go with my
friend and take the kids to see a new movie. The plan is to go Thursday night
and stay with her over the weekend.
I am going to go with what I had planned, but I am going to work it up to
at least Friday night.
I am going to take a couple of the girls to see the Magic School Bus
movie. My friend has bought us a ticket for the movie.
Then I am going to take the whole gang to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
I am excited about that movie.