I took one of these...
Down snow-covered hills and hit one of these...
Luckily, the city parks department had wrapped the post with straw. I struck it hard with the full of my body being slung around the post and shot off in the other direction. I came up laughing. I'm lucky I came up at all. As if that wasn't painful enough, I took one of those round things again but instead of snow, we went down this...
I ended up trapped under a tree-dam with no life vest, no helmet, no tube, and no air. It was scary, I mean really scary. It was fast. It was painful...
Yes, that was my leg after the river was done beating me, almost to death. I wasn't trapped for long and was released back into the swift current. Thankfully, I had some amazing friends with me who risked their own safety and lives to save me. I don't think I can ever thank them enough. I will no longer participate in recreational activities involving tubes which is heartbreaking on one hand but relieving on the other.
I did this...
and earned this...
I went here...
And did this...
That's me in the middle, in a skirt, shovel dug in. My goal was to do this shindig "Indie" style, in skirts and heels with makeup and class. I succeeded, in a really short skirt, which they scoffed at me about. I wonder why it is that I'm the one working while everyone else is watching? I had an affair with poison ivy...for the first time in my life. It was horrific. I also cut my leg on a nazi jet turbine. The scar is not pretty and still hurts.
We also did this...
All in an attempt to find these...
What an experience it was. I hope to go back. If you want to know the full story, ask. You can also go here, http://freemanfieldrecoveryteam.com/, to better understand what we were doing. Maybe I'll post about it later.
The world lost this man...
...who was an incredible giant to his family. He is missed daily by those that were touched by his generosity, kindness, and love.
I went here...
For this...
I did many things that I thought I would never do. I took a latin ballroom class. It was nerve-wracking but I loved it. I took a women's self-defense class. It was enlightening. I learned that 10 out of 10 women say that they will fight back if attacked...1 out of 10 women attacked actually do. I learned how to use my body as a weapon against an attacker. I learned that to not become a victim, I should not act as one. I would encourage any who have not done so to take a class. Do it for you, because if attacked, its all you've got. I started taking belly-dancing classes. I loved, loved, loved them. I performed said belly-dancing. In front of an audience. It was the scariest thing I've done on purpose in a long time. I'm hooked. I start again at the end of January. I can't wait.
This past year was full of many emotions. It saw triumphs and let-downs. It saw gains and losses. It saw a heart shattered and hope renewed. It taught me that love and hate are truly the same depth of feeling and so close to one another that they can interchange in the blink of an eye.
2011...Who knows? I have plans. Lots of plans. Travel. Peace. GRE. Masters. Laughing. Living. Loving.
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