You Might Be Surprised to Know . . .

that I do Tae Kwon Do. I started it way back before I was pregnant with the twins as a way of losing my baby weight from Jameson, but I had to take a break once I found out Truman & Amelia were on their way.  I am currently a green belt, which is considered an intermediate rank.  I have several belts to go to get to black, so I'm not exactly a lethal weapon - yet.  Nonetheless, with the comparatively small amount of technique I know, I could probably do a lot of damage to an unsuspecting mugger.  I don't ever want to be jumped, but I am just waiting for the day that I can use my "skills".

I was going to make this blog about the tournament I was in this past weekend, but writing about being jumped reminded me of a funny story that I thought was worth sharing.  

Let me preface this story by saying that I am pretty paranoid when it comes to safety, so I would say that I tend to be more on guard than the average person.

Several months after starting Karate, I was on my way home with just enough time to change and head out to class.  At the time, Jameson was our only child, so James normally took care of him by himself while I was gone.  On this particular evening, I was in a big enough rush that I believe I left my car running and the garage door open.

I ran upstairs, got dressed, and I started to head out the door.  However, just as I am getting to the door that leads to our garage, I see that someone starts to open it.  I remember that I left the garage door, and a tiny bit of fear enters my mind.  I am within a step of the door, so I quickly kick the door closed and press up against it to lock it.  I assume someone is trying to take advantage of my open garage to come into my house.  I yell, "Hey, who is it?".  I hear, "uh, uh. . . ", so I assume the worst - that this creep was trying to get into my house and was not prepared to answer my question.  Appalled at his boldness but more angry than scared, I yell, "Get the @#$! outta here you weirdo!".  I am shocked that he continues to try to open the door.  I am already planning the beating that I will impart . . .  with my Karate skills of course.

Then I hear what sounds like a familiar voice, and I'm slightly embarrassed thinking that it might be someone I know.  Sure enough, I hear, "It's Kip & Clara.".   I open the door, smile, and apologize.  It was my mother-in-law & brother-in-law.  We all had a good laugh.  

Apparently, my husband was expecting them, but he failed to warn me about it.  I wasn't exactly expecting them to come through my garage door.  I am certain that I threw in a few more expletives than I included above, but you get the point.  I think I still kinda freak out my brother-in-law, just a little.

So . . . don't show up to my house unannounced or I may just save that beating I planned for you.