I can't believe she actually did it

My wife, Amanda, has recently been taking kickboxing classes through the local community education programs as a fun way to get exercise. Along with the exercise Amanda feels she is gaining some sort of fighting skills and has been occasionally telling me that she can now kick my ass. Well, last night I said "You think so...then lets go!".

This is how things were suppose to go after I said that:

She would proceed to make some fake punches and kicks in my direction at which point I would bull rush her, pin her on our bed and prove that I was still tougher even though we weren't really fighting.

This is how it actually happened:

I pushed her on the shoulder a couple of times saying something like "Come on wimp, lets see what ya got". She then threw a right cross and hit me just below my left eye....hard.

It wasn't so much that it hurt (and it did hurt), but I was shocked that my wife actually punched me in the face. She tried to come up with some excuse about aiming for my shoulder, but I can't believe anyone could throw such an accurate punch and then claim that it was about 2 feet off the mark.

I learned something new about Amanda last night. She doesn't write checks that her ass can't cash.

--Doohow

Looooooooooooong day.

Up at 10. B&N at 11. Off at 4. Off to Abbot Northwestern. Leave Abbot, get lost. Get directions. Find Fairview. Stay with MJ. Good news. Go home. 4 a.m.

I'm exhausted.

But Kenzie's news was good, the stent was succesful, no immediate heart surgery.

I have to be at B&N in less than 5 hours.

Later.

Tired of hospitals

Today my mom went into surgery to have her gall bladder removed. Everything went well. She's resting now and will be able to go home soon.

Tonight, I just about cried, saying goodnight to the second most important girl in my life.

My niece, Makenzie Jo Sedlacek will be going into the hospital tommorow morning. She's going to have an angiogram, and will hopefully have a stent inserted into an artery by her heart. If that is the case, she will be in the hospital tommorow night, and home the next day.

If it is not succesful tommorow, she comes home tommorow night and my brother and sister-in-law will schedule open-heart surgery for MJ.

It's awful. That poor little girl, she's had more surgeries in her four years than my siblings and I have had in our lives combined. She was born with a hole in her heart. She had a problem with her lungs. She had a problem with fluid draining from her head. The poor girl will have physical scars for life.

You'd never know it hanging out with MJ. She is so full of life, you'd never imagine there's anything wrong with her heart. She eats well, she plays hard and she is the sweetest little girl in world.

I almost broke down as I said goodnight, kissed her on the head and wished her good luck tommorow.

It isn't any easier righting about it.

I'm glad she was asleep, I doubt I would have been able to controll my emotions if I had hugged her.

Goodnight MJ, kick some ass tommorow, I know you're also the toughest little girl ever, and Uncle Tom love you.