the eye of Haley....

doesn't sound as menacing as the eye of souron.

"finesse, nice and easy; sounds like a hair product."
                                                                -Sensei

(to myself in thought)"if it's so easy why does it hurt?"

I learned a knew throw last night. ouch it's dificult. I did not say I had learnded it very well....
uki othoshe or somehtingh to that effect of spelling.  I'm going to need to practice the 5minute drill at home.  my left sided stff is not very good.  I need to work on that. not that anything i do in judo is very good.

did I mention that the sensei is leaving to go to the olympic training center?
well he is. and I admit that i will miss him.
I also admit that i don't know him that wll.  Ill miss him because He's on of the best teacher's i've had.  the best teachers for me are the ones that are really tough.
and he's really tough.  No I do't have a crush if your gigling while reading this.  I just happen to like the way he teaches.
he pushes us all to our limits I think. the say (the older guys apparently) that three minutes fighting josh is three minutes in ---

was I right to be scared?

A few days ago when I was working (I was alone as usual) in my sandy arena (it’s mine when it’s full of weeds it belongs to Mrs. S when it’s full of weeds) pulling weeds when I happened to glance and the horses in the pasture next to me.

 They had all stopped that were all looking and listening to some thing in one direction.

They were looking beyond me I could tell that. And listening intently.  I looked were they were looking but couldn’t really see anything amiss.

A little while later when I was riding in the sandy arena the pony I was riding, cowboy, stopped and looked in the same direction.  His ears were turned and his whole body felt like it was just listening and he really did not want to go over towards that side of the arena.

Was I right to feel nervous and slightly frightened?

Well then, I will tell you. Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne and I myself have founded great empires; but upon what did these creations of our genius depend? Upon force. Jesus alone founded His empire upon love, and to this very day millions will die for Him.... I think I understand something of human nature; and I tell you, all these were men, and I am a man: none else is like Him; Jesus Christ was more than man.... I have inspired multitudes with such an enthusiastic devotion that they would have died for me.... but to do this it was necessary that I should be visibly present with the electric influence of my looks, my words, of my voice. When I saw men and spoke to them, I lighted up the flame of self-devotion in their hearts.... Christ alone has succeeded in so raising the mind of man toward the unseen, that it becomes insensible to the barriers of time and space. Across a chasm of eighteen hundred years, Jesus Christ makes a demand which is beyond all others to satisfy; He asks for that which a philosopher may seek in vain at the hands of his friends, or a father of his children, or a bride of her spouse, or a man of his brother. He asks for the human heart; He will have it entirely to Himself. He demands it unconditionally; and forthwith His demand is granted. Wonderful! In defiance of time and space, the soul of man, with all its powers and faculties, becomes an annexation to the empire of Christ. All who sincerely believe in Him, experience that remarkable, supernatural love toward Him. This phenomenon is accountable; it is altogether beyond the scope of man's creative powers. Time, the great destroyer, is powerless to extinguish this sacred flame; time can neither exhaust its strength nor put a limit to its range. This is it, which strikes me most; I have often thought of it. This is which proves to me quite convincingly the Divinity of Jesus Christ!




-Napoleon Bonaparte

dogwoods don't become cranberrys. *nods head*
sorry peoples.....
rofl
rofl some more.
somebody got dogwood flowers mistaken fot cranberry plants and thought that that would be a good place to go cranberry picking. ;)

Cowboy's shadow

Here is what I just drew. Not my hand is like dark grey.
so that's my leg and arm if your not sure what your looking at on top of the spotty horse named "Cowboy". and his shadow across the hay.

drawings and paintings

a dragon that took three days

another threeday dragon

asland at the stone table, unfinished

galdriel

arya

ok, my philosophy on fighting. here goes.
I got in "trouble with the brown belt for bashing my wrist against hers in judo.  she told me not to strike and that If I did the judges would disqualify me.  it's judo, the "gentle way."  your not supposed to do that.
what I'm thinking is that yeah, I'm here to learn to fight in a certain style but if I got in a fight with some one for real would I really be expected to use only one style? or would I do everything in my power to defeat my opponent or get away. such as flipping, tripping, kicking punching, smashing bashing baring choking and all that stuff.  any way I say I should take ti kwon do or something that incorporates all those move that are not in judo but I can use against my brothers.
I did learn a throw in judo that is "ridiculously effective."  you grap the lapel of you uki's gi and the sleeve on the other side (fake and entrance to make room) and drop down onto your back after doing a very strange pivote thing. stick your foot at the hip and roll back. that tosses them or you get tossed funny.  when you get it done on you it's wierd becuase once the persone throw ing ou is one his back with his foot on you belt there's not much I could do. :(
I don't like it much when that happens. ugg.
but it's funnto do.  I can't for the life of me remember it's name.
I went trail riding today. and got hit with a checkbook when I told my boss that she was out of vitemin e for her horses. and again when ai said we were low on msm.
Tyler took over and just slapped me acouple of times when I tolde her we were also almost out of malinium gold suplaments.  I was expecting it so I wasn't surprised. hhehehe.

on death and immortality.

If you remotely know me or can just guess from my blog you know I love lord of the rings.
every time I watch the two towers I watch Haldir get killed. it always sparks thought in me. I mean here is this elf and he is dieing in Aragorn's arms. It's just so sad. I mean I look at him and think, I wonder what is he feeling? I mean elves are not supposed to die and here is this elf, dieing. I wonder what he thought. what were his thoughts upon tasting the bitterness of the gift of the one to men? death was so foreign to the elves. they were never meant to die.
but then again...
neither were we.
when adam was placed in the garden he was not going to die; he was, in the sense of the word, "immortal."
But he had to eat the fruit and sin entered and men died. We bacame "mortal."  We were, as humans, never meant to die.
I suppose that is why throughout history discoverers have tried to find the "fountan of youth"
It has always been a desire of man to return to that state in which adam was first formed in the garden of eden and why so many peaple are afraid of death. It is not what was meant to be.
we were never meant to die.
On the other hand our souls do not die with our bodies. they go to heaven or hell.
do you agre with me?

jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
	Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
	And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
	The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
	The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
	Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
	And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
	The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
	And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
	The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
	He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
	Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
	He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
	Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
	And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

I now admit to being an alice in wonderland admirer.  When the can take a nonsense book and make sense of it….this is so cool!!  ok I’m weird. I’m done.