GORIMAPA

This post was supposed to be about the fact that Officer Bomboy is now bald, and that his head is HUGE!!!!! But, I just came home from watching 'Wanted' and all I want to do is kick some butt! Okay, no not really. I am not jumping around my house imitating karate chops and kicks. Nor am I pretending to shoot a gun at some assailant.

The movie did remind me of the importance of doing the right thing at the right time and the significance of knowing how to whup some a--. lol! So that being said, I will encourage my neighborhood gym to bring in a Krav Maga expert in the near future as that is an art form I have wanted to learn for a long time. 

Secondly, despite the fact that I am hesitant to interpret the 2nd Amendment to mean that every American or U.S. resident (in good legal standing) should own and possess a gun, I am going to take shooting lessons this winter. Yes, I know, some of you are gasping in absolute shock and horror, but I have always thought that every woman should not only know how to protect herself but should also know how to handle and shoot a gun. In fact, there is a 19th century North African pistol that I have been eyeing since 2006. I almost bought it for myself as a 'push gift' but didn't want a gun, antique or not, in my home. It will be my present to myself for my next birthday.

Oh yeah, did I tell you Bomboy is now 'goris, goris' and that his head is humongous? lol! I love the boy, he is cute and those dimples of his make anything work for him. (He is so lucky). But, I have banned his father from ever 'barbering' my son's hair like that again!! Imagine! I didn't even recognize my son when I saw him immediately after his hair cut. The poor thing. =) Actually, I shouldn't feel sorry for him, this 'goris, goris' hair cut has only emboldened my son to take his Bomboyism to the next level. As in, the guy just slaps people in the face all the time. Even me! He slapped me hard yesterday. Husband and I were lying on the floor. I was dozing off to sleep. He was watching the West Indies cricket team play Australia. Bomboy was running around doing what he does best - scattering the room as much as possible. 

Anyway, next thing there was a loud sound - *GBOSA!* 

The left side of my face was stinging and throbbing.

I opened my eyes to see Husband's startled face which quickly developed into a grin interrupted by serious laughter.

My eyes kept moving and at my head was Bomboy, staring down at me and screaming baby gibberish at me.

All I could do was look at him, take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to get back to dozing. But, Bomboy and my laughing hubby had other plans for me because before I knew it there was another hard slap right smack in the middle of my face.

**GBOSA!**

This time, I come begin dey vex. Not at my son, of course. He is only 1 and I know that when he gets older I will have more than enough opportunity to get my revenge. hahaha.

No, I was pissed at my husband who chose to laugh his butt off before his chivalry gene kicked in and he began to protect me from the blows my son was raining on me. Please, someone tell me, what did I do to deserve that? I was just trying to get a well deserved nap in the middle of the day. I work hard, people, I deserve a nap once in a while!

Well, I have forgiven "Oga Gorimapa". He was probably just mad at me for letting his father mess up his 'fro. But that husband of mine...well, let's just say he is on punishment. And when I get my Krav Maga skills going, nobody in this house will mess with me again. =)

PS: Thanks for your suggestions in the latest Talk To The Easier Crew segment. I personally suggested option (b) with a little bit of (c) on the side. Not sure what i am talking about? Go check it out.... Oh, and by the way, next week's segment is truly interesting as I have no advise for this reader. So , please swing by on Friday to help out. Also, stop by Nigerian Curiosity. The question of the day is about betrayal and it's pretty juicy so go claim your spot. God bless!