Between a Rock and a Hard Place

On Sunday the hubby and I saw 127 hours. It's a true story and I really recommend that people go see it. But it raised the question for us both. If it really came down to it, if you got your arm trapped by a boulder against a wall, could you cut it off?

You are probably think, yes. The hubby thinks so, since trapping his finger at work (http://j.mp/edp1kz). But, it got me thinking tonight. What is my biggest fear? If, I feel so confident that I could chop off my own arm to live. Surely I can concur my biggest fears?

My first fear is the front drop. It's basically a graceful fall onto your belly on a trampoline up to your feet. I've hurt my back twice doing it. I do not joke, do it wrong and it really fucking kills. You hear the bones cracking as your legs flick over your head. The back muscles go hot and then it feels like they are on fire. You cannot breath as each breath burns. But you have to breath to ease the pain. Whilst someone arrives with ice packs it can feel like hours are passing. It's about a six week recovery.

I fear that pain. But chopping off your arm would hurt even more. So last night I began to take back my front drop.

To do this you have to start on your hands and knees, then to mat and finally to bed. I got to mat about a dozen times before I wanted to puke. Today I feel good. I took back a move. I took it back and owned it. This week I'm going to work my core muscles to strength my back to prevent that injury.

So mentally I'm that little bit closer to becoming free from between that rock and a hard place.

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He's so proud!

Today, whilst at ultimate TESCO buying soap powder my husband saw a baby George Forman grill. He loves how they cook bacon and sausages so he decided to buy it.

He's so proud of it, he put his face next to it.



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Having a baby

My husband for many years has been trying to convince me to name our first born Sebastian Shweinsteiger Herber Gerber Flapjack Yuskinson. What if it's a girl you ask? Sebastian Shweinsteiger Herber Gerber Flapjack Yuskinson.

I have gone along with this for years smirking and patting him on the head nodding with the same smile you give to the guy trying to tell you the world will end May 20th 2010.

But recently the pope said that Christian Children should be given names from the Bible as "an unmistakable sign that the Holy Spirit will allow the person to blossom in the bosom of the Church". Have you seen some of the names in the Bible? Numbers in Kings James lists loads of boys names. You could just pick numbers out of a hat and your child's name would be Zurishaddai.

But what about your little girl?

Women don't feature too heavily in the Bible if I am remembering correctly. It's mainly Sarah's and Mary's. We are wives and whores. So I had a little read in my wifey Bible (wedding gift of the mother in law), I'm going with Efrata for a girl. Or I might pick Saint Wilgefortis. She didn't want to get married to the guy her dad picked so took a vow to remain a virgin and grew a beard and mustache. Man, I do love a good beard.

So next time you se that someone on Facebook (that you once went to school with, worked with one summer) has named their eighth child "Plum Peugeot". Spare a thought for the devout Catholic who called their son Nebuchadnezzar.

And just to be clear our first born will never be called Sebastian Shweinsteiger Herber Gerber Flapjack Yuskinson.