Ouch!

I'd like to apologize for my lack of posting. I realized that I haven't posted anything since Naomi's birth other than a quick little note on Jenn's birthday. I need to get back to the blogging world, and it starts now.
Next, I would like to thank Beth and Lil for getting my kids those swords. Apparently a freind made these swords out of PVC, wood, and a water noodle. Quite inventive if you ask me and loads of fun for me and my kids.
On that note, today I was in a sword fight with both Michael and DJ. They were dressed up as superman and Spider man respectively. Well in the course of our fight, DJ's Spider man mask fell off. I put my sword down to help him put it back on. (I'm a compassionate villan.) Well right as I neared DJ, Michael swung full force and got me right where it counted. Mind you I was holding Naomi also. Well, I did as any man would do, I went to my knees and doubled over in pain. As I was doing this DJ yelled, "Michael, you killed my dad!!!" He yelled it so dramatically, I had a hard time letting the pain subside while trying not to laugh. It was awkward at best. If you look at the picture of Michael on the side bar, you will notice that he is posed with the weapon in question. Though I'm not asking any questions, I know what happened. He may look cute and innocent, but trust me, he's capable of some of the most vicious attacks.
On to other things, my military camp went well this summer. I managed to be in the Seattle area for a month and we only got two little drizzles of rain the whole time. I went in expecting something like basic training all over again, but the people in charge were actually very nice to us. We did a lot of marching, shooting guns, throwing hand grenades, hand to hand combat, confidence builders along with ten days in the field.
The field was the hardest part, but it also went by the quickest. We moved out in patrols and either set up an ambush, attacked a bunker, or just met up with enemy forces. It was a good learning experience to lead people into fake combat.
I normally am not afraid of heights, but there was one confidence course that I don't want to ever do again. We had to climb a latter 30ft, cross a 6in wide balance beam with an 18 in. block in the middle of it, that was suspended over water. If you fell off you went into the water and had to do it over again. When you are trying to keep your balance, having to step up on the block was really difficult. It's not over. Once you cross the balance beam, you climb another latter ten ft. to a rope that is running horizontally. You hook your feet around the rope, and while hanging bring yourself to the middle. At that point you let your feet off the rope, hang there for a few seconds, yell your name, hometown and state and what corps you want for your Army job. So I yelled Derek Curtis, San Jose, CA Medical Services Corps and let go of the rope. The 40ft drop was so much, that you could yell twice. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (take a breath), ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, splash.
So anyway, I have a new respect for divers even though I think that synchronized diving is the stupidest sport in the games. I'd rather watch the US get creamed by China at Ping Pong than watch 20 minutes of synchronized diving. I'm just glad I didn't have to do three and a half twist on the way down.