I found out today that Dakota's first Tae Kwon Do test will be given by the Grandmaster from Korea. That makes me fookin nervous! His regular Master said he wouldn't let anyone test unless they were the best of the best this time. They have to really know their stuff. Since I don't know this Grandmaster guy, I wonder what kind of testing guy he is. Apparently strict. So, cross your fingers for Dakota on May 12th at about 6 PM.
I got candy corns at the store today...mmm, I love those things! I always eat the yellow part first, then the orange, then the white. Don't be mixin' up the candy corn!
Oh. I went to the bookstore today. Even though I really didn't want to spend any extra green this week, I really wanted something good to read. There's an author named Mo Hayder, that my friend Daniel got me into. Mo is awesome. Writes really freakishly horrible stuff--kind of the mystery thriller type I guess...but better than the usual! Anyhow, there's a couple of Mo Hayder's books out in paperback, I thought I might be able to find one. Nope! The only one they had was a hardcover for 24 bucks. Ew! It wasn't even a really big book, which usually makes me feel better about spending that much on a hardcover. So, boo, I have no new book to peruse.
So, when I was a kid, me my sister and our friend used to go play in the 'woods' behind our house. I say 'woods' like that, because it was really not all that much...maybe an acre or two of trees and junk.
The junk was staggering! Seriously. There was a washer and dryer out there, a school desk, a rusted out bed spring, a bathroom sink, tarps and other small junk all over the place. There was even a hammock set up out there. I used to know my way around by the junk. make a left at the washer, turn right at the desk...etc. There was actually a door out there, lying flat on the ground, and if you picked it up there was a just slightly smaller than the door sized hole under it. Cool shit right? For an over imaginative kid it was.
My Dad found out we were playing out there, and told us we weren't allowed out there anymore. Looking back, that was wise...who knows what kind of freakazoid bums or junkies were out there?
But, we kinda ignored the order.
Me, Ginger and my friend Michelle went out there one day, and I proceeded to scare the crap out of all of us. See, I had gone out there a bunch of times by myself, and discovered the door with the hole under it. So, I started telling a story of a serial killer who lived out in the woods. During the day, he slept in a hole in the ground with a door covering it, and if anyone came to bother him in the daytime, he would jump out and shoot everyone with the rifle he had in there with him. (What the hell was wrong with me? I don't know! I just really liked scaring myself and everyone else around me back then.)
Then I asked if everyone wanted to go and see the killer's hiding spot. Like any spun tale, most people want to see what the truth in all of it is, so they said sure, yeah ok, let's go. So, I take them right to the door, all the way, stopping and asking, "What was that?!", and, "Did you hear that?" and when we finally arrive, I rejoice in the dropped jaws of holy crap it's real-ed-ness.
I start to open the door, and right at that moment, some guy starts yelling! So, we all freak out since tension is high, and we go tearing ass through the woods back to our yard. Screaming all the way even. Picture it! You know you are laughing! I still remember the look of panic on my friends face. Ginger wasn't quite as scared. I think she knew it was mostly story by this time. She probably had even seen the door at some point. Plus, the guy that was yelling sounded somewhat far away.
When I told Michelle I was full of crap, she got really pissed at me...for at least the rest of the day.Another time after that I actually worked my way through those woods into a clearing and into some more woods. It was pretty cool to explore it all. I ended up coming through to this farmhouse with horses outside, and patted them and talked with them for a bit. Then I stumbled across a huge muddy area, and played around in the mud a bit until it got deeper, I lost my shoe, and had a hard time getting out of the mud. Then I kinda got a bit lost trying to get back to my house. There wasn't as much junk in the second area of woods to find my way by. When I finally came out of the woods all muddy and scratched up, and my Dad was standing there hollering for me, I knew I was dead meat. And I was. My bootay got reddened and I got grounded for a week.
So, now you know what happens when nothing of interest happens in a day of the life of Jenn. You get old stories.
Have a nice weekend all, don't go opening strange doors on the ground. You never know what might be lurking underneath it! Could even be Mr. S.
Love yas!
