The Little Yellow Bird. Her husband teaches her Karate. Part 18
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Until we finish our nest my husband, and I are remaining by my mom and dad's house. My husband Pete is teaching me karate. He told me I need to know how to defend myself in case large birds try to ravage my movie star body.
He told me that if a large bird ever tries to attack me I should kick him in the groin as hard as possible. Pete told me to raise my foot high, and to extend the heel of my foot at the groin area. He told me to practice on him. I went straight at him with my foot raised high at a 45 degree angle , and my heel came in contact with his private parts.
I asked him if he was alright. He said he was fine. I explained that he was wearing something , for protection.
We tried flipping each other . I threw him over my shoulder, and yelled with a karate yell , and he bounced on the floor. My dad came into our exercise room to watch us practice. I showed my father how I could beat up my husband, and how I could pin him down.
Dad told us to stop playing around . My husband pulled me close to him like a lover again , and started kissing me so I kicked him , but that only made him desire me more.
We later flew by the house trailer. He flew off to find more tender leaves for our nest. I managed to bring a portable ice chest , and filled it with apple sauce , and with protein drinks. Pete flew to the mall , and bought some onion rings , and French fries .
I saw the cats watching us threw a window by the house trailer. The writer was baking bread again, but later he drove to a grocery store because he needed to buy some soft drinks .
I saw the writer brewing some green tea. I also heard a large tractor clearing a path for a sewage line on their property. The writer gave the town mayor permission to dig a sewage line to help neighbors.
Pete returned from the mall. My mother set our table. My husband brought home some pork chops he purchased from a store on the way back from the mall. My mother had delicious gravy to pour on the pork chops. She baked the food, and we ate it with some fresh peas , mashed potatoes and gravy.
I am sure I can handle myself well with my karate. As our chicks are growing up we might teach them karate as well . Once when I was dating a boy he put his hand on me, and got fresh in a movie theatre. If I would have had training like I have now, I could have flipped him over in the movie theatre .
I would like a rocking chair in our nest. If our chicks make too much racket I could rock them to sleep while feeding them their bottles of milk.