Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.



On Tuesday morning, May 24, 2011, my cousin Dion Cunningham Shark died at Arlington Memorial Hospital. She was only 45. She and I, essentially, grew up together and got in trouble together and had fun together. She married the man of her dreams almost 24 years ago and had two sons that were the center of her life. She was one of the most dedicated moms I've ever met. This photo was taken at my parents' 50th wedding anniversary in 2007. Those are her boys.
This one was taken in 1978 on Western Day. Dion was in the 7th grade, me in the 3rd. It's one of my very favorite pictures of us together. Her mom died when she was in the first grade, but I never sensed a sadness in her at all as we were kids. We just played and got in trouble and goofed off as kids do. I remember one of our favorite things to do was record songs off the radio and we loved the ones that were done like newscasts and they would insert snippets of songs to make the news funny. We recorded those of the most and would play them back and play at Granny's house. We had a clubhouse down by the railroad tracks and occasionally hobos would sleep in our clubhouse. I remember one of 'em leaving a girly magazine there (now, as an adult, I can't imagine the fella meant to leave his whack material, but he was probably drunk and just forgot when he was hopping on the next train to make a stop/slow down by our hideout). I remember running in the fields of Indian Paintbrush with Dion behind Granny's house. I just can't believe she's gone. We only saw each other once a year or so at family gatherings or special occasions, but we chatted on Facebook, the blog or via text messages. I'm going to miss her. Alot.


Flying High Now!

I find myself smiling through the pain and humming the Rocky theme while I'm at the boxing gym. Yeah, you read that right, the boxing gym. I started almost a month ago and I love this. Finally, there is a workout that I enjoy going to and actually anticipate time to go. I don't know how long it's been since I've felt that way about any kind of exercise regimen. And, this shit is hard, too.

Last night I had my first one-on-one training session with the trainer/coach and I'm telling you, it was rough!!! I normally do a class where we spend about 30 minutes boxing with a punching bag and then about 20 minutes doing leg work (and I usually ride the stationary bike for about 20 minutes before class to warm up). Well, I got off the stationary bike and the trainer asked me if I wanted to do some work with the focus mitt. Yes, I told him emphatically. I've been wanting to do that for a while. So, he asks me if I'm there to lose weight and I said yes AND I want to learn to fight, I told him. So, instead of my 50-60 minute class workout (with this cute kid, about 20, leading the group), I spent 70 minutes one on one with this coach. He was actually teaching me how to box. OMG. It is so hard and I'm so sore. I had finally quit being really sore after my workouts, but I'm sore in places I didn't realize I had muscles. Now I know why boxers have such fabulously sculpted back muscles. The coach is giving me lots of instruction and teaching me to block, bob, weave ... feetwork ... all that on top of the punching, too, in broken English. So, I'm trying to comprehend what he's saying and toss in that I'm so clumsy with my feet, that the footwork part was frustrating. Its amusing, though, to say the least. Pickle and Little Bit have been doing karate for a few years (Pickle for 8 years - he just earned his brown belt in American karate) so I've seen their moves enough that I kept finding myself doing karate moves - which, of course - are the complete opposite of what a boxer is supposed to do. In karate, you want to get away (timing, space, distance are the three key factors), but not in boxing. You wanna stay right there and just dodge the blows. *sigh* I got bopped upside the head and in the kidney a few times ... but, what ws bizarre was that b/c of my adrenaline, I didn't even feel it! That has been my concern all along - that I would crumple and cry at a blow. LOL

So, now I'm back to work. My body is SOOOOO tired! I need some good sex and a massage and I'll be ready to go some more! My class instructor said what I did last night was about the equivalent of going six rounds in the ring! Woo hoo!!! He said the first time I walked into the class, he never envisioned me doing something like I did last night. I got lots of props from the kids in the gym (and even the gym owner, who told me I'm ready for a good bar fight now!)

Boxing at 42. Whoda thunk it?


Go Mavs!

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Lakers fans. That's just all there is to it. Gotta go watch the animated video of Dirk Nowitzki dressed up and singing like a cowboy. It's good stuff.

Mavs take on the Lakers tonight.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Today is my daddy's 74th birthday. The kids and I drove out for dinner and a visit Sunday afternoon. Happy Birthday, Dad!


Rest in Pieces OBL

Army of Mom Zombie Attack

Yes, zombies invaded DFW this weekend and Army of Mom didn't have the good sense enough to be scared. Of course, she had her Zombie Killer with her, so that was probably it. Of course, you're wondering where the hell I was ... Texas FrightMare Weekend. While not my genre of films overall, I do dig the zombies and they had the Boondock Saints there!!!!
And, when you have Daryl from The Walking Dead with you ... then, you're pretty safe. If I had to pick a Zombie Killer (that isn't Army of Dad), it would be Daryl.  Yep, that's Norman Reedus (from Boondock Saints and The Walking Dead). He was awesome! Now I have both of the MacManus brothers' autographs.
No Hope. Awesome.
This gal was selling adorable little vampire dolls called Vamplets. If you want a baby vampire, you can get one at She was telling me that her husband gained Nathan Fillion's assistance in gaining her hand in marriage. How awesome is that?
Zombie Barbies and Kens.
Scary, but sorta hot. For a change, I'm the prettiest in the group. And, don't you love my new Browncoats (from Serenity and Firefly) shirt? The back of it says "I aim to make mischief."
Hot Zombie Killer by the Zombie Wrangler mobile zombie detection unit. It was the first time I ever took AoD with me to a dorkfest. He was less than impressed, but I think he's just afraid to embrace his inner nerd.
Who ya gonna call?
Scary scary zombies.
Hot goth chick. I mean, what better way to wrap up a post than with a hot chick?