I stepped on a bee.

I haven’t done it in a while, but here is a reworked post, especially prepared for Newcastle night (4) copy. Please enjoy, but remember, always in moderation.

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I’m guilty of homicide. Or maybe manslaughter, as it didn’t happen on purpose.  I wouldn’t harm a fly…wait…I would.  I would crush those annoying flying vermin in a heartbeat.  But I never meant to hurt the bee.  It’s not my fault I stepped on an insect with suicidal tendencies. Besides he might be dead, but I was stuck with the discomfort of a swollen foot and rigid toe, that became an exact replica of a thick vienna.

Like most tragedies, it happened unexpectedly.  A perfect summer’s day.  The sky was cobalt blue, and the sun was playing hide and seek behind puffs of cotton ball clouds scattered across the sky.  The butterflies were dancing amongst the flowers and even the ants stopped working to bask in the smiling sun.  I know, for I was playing outside with the kids, passing a rugby ball.

Son decided to show us some “trick passes”, which just became ingenious ways of throwing the ball on the ground.  It spend significantly more…

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What woman learn in school

Enjoy. It’s Newcastle night (4) copy.

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In most schools there are instances where boys and girls are separated based on their gender.  Confused?  I’m referring to physical education.  In these vacuums of torture, little boys are forced to run around a sports field a hundred times until their tongues drag behind them.  Your knees are red and scoffed because no human is suppose to crawl for 3 km.  Then came the medicine balls, invented by Hitler as a soccer ball used in the concentration camps. Playing with these things implies throwing around 25 pound weights.  As I barely had the upper body strength to carry my own head at the age of 10, catching these balls from hell was basically impossible.

And whilst I was feeling very sorry for myself during these physical excursions, I always wondered what the girls were doing.  We never saw them on the field, and yes I was looking at girls when I was 10.

It has taken many hours of pondering and as a married man of

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Good pain?

Yes, I know my dairy is a bit shady, but is was a public holiday over here and I didn’t want to write about nothing again. So here is this week’s Newcastle night (4) copy

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I am in physical pain.  Typing this creates involuntary eye twitches as my arms need to be picked up.  I knew this would happen, and I still did it willingly.  Idiot anyone?

I used to go to the gym everyday non-stop for the last four years.  Maybe missing a day here and there.  I would wake up @ 05h00 every weekday morning and go for my daily workout.  Weekends were created for doing nothing.  I didn’t aim to look like anyone, I just wanted to stay fit and toned, throwing some weights around.  This also prevented me from kicking the dog, screaming at the kids and killing my boss.

I say used to, as I have not been in the gym since last November.  I finally convinced the lazy guy in the mirror to get off his ass and dragged him out of bed the day before yesterday to start some exercise again.  Secret revealed.

I decided to list…

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Newsflash #10 – RICOCHET TUESDAY

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

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I have a following here which I am really proud of.  Granted, it’s not an Army, but it has been growing steadily and remains my biggest daily compliment.  It’s a bunch of great people with an obvious appreciation for the finer, greater things in life. 😉

Having posted several pieces since embarking on this amazing journey of blogging a few months ago, I decided it’s time to revisit some of my first attempts @ writing.  I will be taking one historic post every week and with the amazing editing abilities provided by my computer and brain, I will remove some cobwebs, add a splash of polish and just refresh them before throwing it out there in the blogosphere again.

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I will repost them under my new feature: RICOCHET TUESDAY with the hope that it will blow you away.  I am doing it for my new followers who might have missed earlier posts and also for my own benefit to ensure that my earlier attempts at writing are still presentable.  (Not that I think my current stuff is presentable, but here’s hoping I improved slightly.)

Hope you like the idea, and if you do, DUCK for the first one is coming back very soon…