Kids you should know
A couple weeks ago, right around the time my friend passed away, my Mom told me about this little girl Julia. Julia is only two years old and has been diagnosed with cancer in the form of an aggressive inoperable brain tumor. My Mom knows her grandmother and told me how devastated the family is with this recent diagnosis. Julia has a twin sister and two loving parents who are having to make some of the hardest decisions they’ve ever made. Julia is currently having chemotherapy and as of tonight she is back in the hospital due to a fever and a very low blood count. They have a web site at Caring Bridge where you can track Julia’s progress and leave her and her family well-wishes. Even if you’re mostly a lurker here, please go over there and say hello in the guest book and send your thoughts and prayers. They cherish messages from people who care about them and their daughter. It gives the family strength to know there are so many people thinking about them and little Julia.
Another kid you should know about is my friend’s son. His name is Chase and he was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes a few years ago. He has started writing a newsletter about kids with diabetes and has done fund-raisers on his own to raise money for kids with diabetes. One of his fundraisers provided Crystal Light packs for kids to put in their water bottles at school lunches. Now he has another mission. He is attempting to write a book by collecting 100 stories from others who have been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. If you have Type 1 Diabetes and are interested in writing up your story, you can email Chase at: whenigotdiabetes@aol.com. If you know of someone who might be interested, please pass along this information. Chase is a great kid and is really trying to help other kids who have been recently diagnosed by having a book filled with stories from others who have been diagnosed with the disease and are living with it, to let them know they’re not alone.
Some other amazing little ones now have their stories published over at Birth Stories and the response has been great. Check them out, and keep the submissions coming. The latest story is from Izzy of Izzymom.
Birth Story
The first birth story is published over at Birth Stories. Please check it out, and consider submitting your own!
Birth of a Blog
Because one just wasn’t enough, I have started another blog called "Birth Stories." Within a week of coming home with each of my baby girls, I sat down and wrote out the stories of their births. I thought that it was important for my memory, and that one day my daughters would cherish the memory as well.
When I started blogging a few months ago, I realized what an amazing blogging community is out there. I have my karate bloggers as well as the Mommy bloggers; and I love both factions equally well. I’ve enjoyed reading other blogs and I’ve especially enjoyed when the Mommy bloggers (and occasional Daddy blogger) post the birth stories of their little ones. Each story is so unique, so special, and so empowering. Giving birth is truly an amazing experience.
To honor the birth stories of mothers (and potentially fathers who would like to share their accounts as well), I have started this new blog. One of my daughter’s birth stories will appear there later this week; and I hope that it catches on. I envision it as a place where birthing veterans can reminisce, as well as a place for new mom’s-to-be to go and find comfort, strength, and knowledge. If you have a birth story that you would like to contribute, please see the submission guidelines, and email your amazing tale to me at black-belt-mama at hotmail dot com.
Now please, check out the new digs. I think you’ll like them.
The post that will make my Mom strongly recommend that I delete my blog
I am understandably in a little bit of a funk here. My sister-in-law told me that there are five stages of grieving: DABDA. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance. I’m stuck in Denial and Anger. I’m becoming more angry about my friend’s death every minute. I just don’t understand why . . .
So, in an attempt to break out of this funk and try to let all my loyal readers (all seven of you) have a chuckle or two, I present to you the post that I’ve been saving for such an occasion: THE SEARCHES THAT HAVE LANDED ON THIS SITE, courtesy of technorati, Google, yahoo, etc. For those of you non-bloggers who read here, there are site meters that show you which sites bring readers to your web page and what they typed into the search engine in order to land on your site. Below are some of the best ones that I’ve been accumulating for months now, along with a little message to those who have landed here and continue to under these criteria. Enjoy; I know I have.
- go-cart clothes for boys that are black– O.k. are we looking for black go-kart clothing and if so what the heck is that because there is certainly none of that here. Sorry to disappoint.
- how do i know when my boyfriend will propose to me-If this is my sister who landed here on this search. . . knowing your boyfriend, who the hell knows? Certainly not me. If this is anyone else, I would strongly advise asking your boyfriend what his plans are for your future, because you most certainly aren’t going to find clues to that on the Internet, unless of course your boyfriend has a blog. That, however, is doubtful.
- food poisoning blog vomit OR toilet OR explosion OR diarrhea OR puke OR barf– All I can say is that someone happened to find my site on the day of the food poisoning post and just HAD. TO. FIND. THAT. ENTRY. AGAIN. AND. NOW. I seriously doubt there is another search that so eloquently sums up my experience with that very badly behaved scallop. Glad you found what you were looking for.
- Phone Sex Karate– I don’t know what this could possibly be; but I most certainly do not participate in any such activity, nor will you find any discussion of that here. Please try different search criteria. Frankly, this one just freaks me out.
- Muscular rude gym girls– Hmmm, where to begin on this one. Muscular? Not so much. Rude? To rude people? Certainly. Gym? Not likely from this gal. Hope you found what you were looking for, but once again, probably not here.
- Strippers ass shaking– Yeah, not here.
- Women with junk in the trunk– I have never been accused of having junk in my trunk. Actually that’s not true. In my trunk you may find: a stroller, tennis racket, tennis balls, karate weapons, diaper bag, baby wrap, backpack carrier, grocery bags. . . I could go on, but you get the idea. Once again, probably not what you had in mind.
- Black Mama sex (or Fat Black Mama Sex)-This search lands someone on my site at least six times a day. No, seriously. AT LEAST six times a day. I’m thinking this is what happened: some dude out there decided that he was looking for some of that. My site popped up because "Black" and "Mama" appear in my name. "Sex" appears only when I speak about sex offenders. So, this person searching for "black mama sex" shows up on my site and is HIGHLY disappointed to find that the "Black Belt Mama" is indeed white, and she most certainly is not talking about or doing anything even slightly sexy. Still, the site is compelling enough to spend some time on, but not exciting enough for this guy to write down or bookmark the site. So, everyday, when he wants to take a break from online pornography and cash in on some "Black Belt Mama" reading, he types in the search criteria above and knows he will find this site. It’s really the only logical thing, right?
- Mature women squatting-I’m not touching this one with a 10-foot pole. I will say, however, that I am extremely disgruntled that the word "mature" brought up my site.
- Making mama fit: the ultimate game plan- Are you hoping to get your post-partum wife into shape? Or are you concerned about your mama’s physical fitness? Either way, no info for you here. Oh, but if you find the "Ultimate Game Plan" please let me know what it is, especially if it doesn’t involve much work.
- Female black belt pole dancer– Is there such a thing? Somehow I find it hard to believe that a black belt female would want to pole dance. You know, that whole respect for yourself thing. Then again, I guess she wouldn’t really need bouncers. . . who knows? None here. Trust me.
- Extremely sore belly button-Please see your doctor. I’m no expert, but it’s probably a fungus. How the hell did this search land on my site? (Scratching head. . . or belly button.)
- How to make a flip flop cake-I can tell you how to avoid doing a flip flop chain letter. It’s simple. Don’t mail out the letter. Just say no. I also have advice on saying no to home parties. I have no advice for you on the cake though, other than: consult a professional.
- what to do if tick head is still in-There was great debate about this in my comments section on my bug post. I will tell you what the doctors told me. Vaseline, matches, nail polish on the tick? They can all make the tick regurgitate back into your body, thus increasing the chances that you will get sick. Use a tweezers and gently pull. Even though we didn’t have the best results with this, I’ll take that over tick puke any day.
Well, my visitor stats should soar through the roof now. I’m going to sit back and watch the fireworks, literally. Have a Happy 4th of July weekend everyone. Thank you to all who commented and emailed to send me condolences and positive thoughts regarding the loss of my friend. I truly appreciate your friendship.
This post brought to you by BBB
The gauntlet has been thrown down by Mrs. Misfortune. My alter ego has been tagged/summoned to inform you nice people who were probably expecting a nice post, 20 things that I don’t like. Even though BBM is quite the spit-fire, BBB (last part rhymes with witch. . . I won’t say it because my Mom reads this blog and alter-ego or not, she doesn’t appreciate swearing from either of us. In fact she doesn’t even like the word "suck", but enough of that.) So, since BBM had her 4th kyu test tonight and also had to spar with two brown belts who are testing for black in two weeks who had something to prove, she’s going to go rest (sissy) and I’m going to rant. . .
Twenty (that’s it???) Things I DON’T LIKE
1. Sparring with a 10-year old who is testing for black belt in two weeks, who decides that since you are an adult, to hell with control. Who needs control? Oh, and since when are the mammaries the new solar plexus. When people? I didn’t get the memo. Neither did my girls.
2. The fact that when sparring with said 10-year old, BBM decides to back off, because he is 10 after all, and is about 4 feet tall, and oh, his mother is in the dojo. When I say back off, I mean complete with smiling while sparring and being all "I’m sorry" even when she got a good shot off. I, for one, am not sorry. Stuff it BBM.
3. People who think that being a Stay-at-Home Mom deprives my child of social interaction since I didn’t put her in pre-pre-pre school at age 5 weeks of age. Guess what people? 15-20 years ago, day care was not the norm. SAHM’s were much more common. Their children all turned out perfectly fine. I happen to be one of them. If you’ve got guilt for going to work, deal with it on your own time. Don’t put me down to make yourself feel better. I don’t do it to you.
4. People who have boundary issues, as in "Don’t water my freaking flowers unless I ask you to. I know you’re trying to be nice and all; but you’re going to kill them because I just freaking watered them." (Deep breath, deep breath.)
5. The show ER. (I’m kind of stealing this one from Mrs. MisFortune but for different reasons.) I used to love it. Now, it’s so political, and not done in a smart way at all.
Scene: 6 year old comes in with a broken finger. Dr. Pratt treats his broken finger, and then goes into the meds room and pounds his fist on the wall while saying, "Damn you George Bush. We should be worried about kids with broken fingers, not Iraq." It’s so transparent and so annoying. I used to watch the show to be entertained; I don’t watch it for unintelligent political banter. I don’t really give a crap what your producers think about politics. AND, if you’re going to make a political connection, try to make it at least a little bit realistic. A soldier dying. . . o.k. I see your point. Kid in ER with no connection to war. . . you lost me. Seriously, it got so ridiculous during one of the last episodes that we watched that my husband and I started blaming everything on George Bush, ER- style, to make fun of the show. BBM stubs toe and says, "Damn you George Bush." Mr. BBM bites his tongue while eating, (shakes fist to the sky) "Damn you George Bush; This is ALL YOUR FAULT."
6. When good people die young. BBM is upset about this; I am just plain pissed about it. More on this in a later post from BBM.
7. The fact that it takes a grown man a good 20 minutes minimum to empty their bowels. Dude, if I have 20 seconds and a smidgen of privacy I feel lucky. Push guys, freaking PUSH!
8. I don’t like when people litter and treat the world as a personal ash tray. BBM gets her gi all in a bunch about that too.
9. I don’t like when people don’t use the "to be" verb. Example: The car needs washed. The car most certainly does not "need washed." It needs TO BE washed, damn it. Man, that’s annoying.
10. I don’t like when people slurp soup or cereal. CAN. NOT. STAND. Got that husband?
11. While on the topic of food. . . I don’t like bad dip manners as in: super scooping, finger dipping/licking, and double dipping. It’s so GROSS!
12. I don’t like it when people don’t keep their dogs on leashes. These are the people who seem to think that the world is their dog’s personal playground. Guess what? It’s not. Not now, not ever. These are the people who let their dog pee or poop wherever they deem appropriate which is inevitably nowhere near an appropriate place. These are the same people who leave the poop where it lands and think nothing of the fact that someone else will be inconvenienced by it. These are the people who let their dogs run through your freshly grass-seeded yard and then casually collect their dog, WITHOUT AN APOLOGY, after the dog has jumped all over your white gi pants when you’re on your way to karate testing. Bitter much? No, not me.
13. While on the topic of dogs, I don’t like it when people ask you about your kids, and then compare your kids to their dog. My kids. . . your dog. . . not on the same level here.
14. I don’t like it when T.O. and other athletes complain about multi-million dollar salaries, especially those who appear on TV interviews whining about how they need to support their family, and on and on and on. I have some advice for you: Take out the 10 carat earrings from each ear. Buy a freaking normal watch like the rest of us. Live in a home that doesn’t have 20 bedrooms. Drive a car that you didn’t have to special order from Italy, and be smart about your millions. Then I wouldn’t have to watch your interview and laugh at how pathetically stupid you are.
15. I don’t like anonymous mean, rude commenters, especially ones who then email me to complain about me not posting their comments and calling my blog "censored," etc. See my about page. Too lazy to go? I’ll sum it up for you: If you don’t like what you’re reading, get lost. No one is making you read this. This is a blog, not a newspaper, and BBM (and her alter ego) serve as the judge, jury and executioner. We will axe your comments without a second thought, and possibly write a post about how stupid you are too.
16. I don’t like it when people think that because I take karate, then logically I must be some kind of person who goes out and tries to start fights. If you think that, I encourage you to read up on the martial arts. Any good martial artist only uses their skills when absolutely necessary, and most certainly not to show off.
17. I don’t like that BBM can’t say NO when it comes to home parties.
18. I don’t like when people get all bleeding heart about sexual predators/child molesters and act like they can be rehabilitated. They can’t.
19. I don’t like whatever made that scallop decide it was going to declare war on my digestive system.
20. I don’t like that BBM is totally bugging me to finish this up so she can write her post about kyu testing and sparring because I’ve already told you pretty much all there is to know with #1 of this list.
Now, who to possess tag. . . Izzy, Wayward Goddess, Mat, Sesame, Amateur Shutterbug, and Maniacal. I’m also going to tag Amalah because BBM did it before and it was fun. I’m not even doing it for a jump in visitor stats like what happened last time because I removed Blog Top Sites from my site because it was just too depressing, addicting, and annoying AND it never worked. But this time, I’m not going to tell her I tagged her because I’m all alter-ego mean like that. We’ll find out if she ever stops by (not), and then BBM will get all sad, and I’ll be all like "suck it up girlfriend," etc. etc. I figure with all her freelance writing lately, maybe she’s hurting for some topics and I can probably guess that one of the things she hates is deadlines.
If anyone is feeling sorry because BBB didn’t tag you. . . deal with it. I picked those who I know have to have an evil side, just lurking below the surface. Anyone else who wants to give it a go? Be my guest. Just be sure to come back here and let BBM know; she likes to be thorough like that. And if you don’t do it. . . you’ll have to deal with me.
Black Belt Bizitch Out.
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