Puka Head and Tankobu
August 20th, 2008 by RodneyIt's a part of growing up - lumps on the head or worse, lacerations. If you was a warubozu kind of kid, you know what I'm talking about. We even used to show off the scars on our head almost like it was a badge of courage - or recklessness.
As I briefly mentioned in the Remembering Bowling Alleys blog entry, my first "puka head" I got was at at a bowling alley. Boulevard Bowl - when I just under 5 years old. My dad was bowling in the Pearl Harbor league there. My older brother was doing the "spin in a circle until you get dizzy and fall down" thing, so of course I had to try it. But when I fell down, I hit the base of my head on the corner of the ball polishing machine. I screamed. Blood was everywhere. I remember my dad holding a blood stained handkerchief to my head to make the bleeding stop. He was pissed because he had to take a dummy score for the rest of the night and take me home. I never was taken to the hospital. It just healed up on it's own and left a small scar. If I cut my hair too short at the base of my hairline, it shows. So if I look like I have a mullet haircut - it's actually to hide my scar. 
Then later when I was in my teens, we were surfing at Lighthouse. I took off too late on a wave and by the time I stood up, I was diving down the face of the wave - head first. My board followed me. Somewhere in the mix, I felt my board whack me in the back of my head. I immediately rubbed the back of my head, as I came up I looked at my hands and saw clumps of hair - and blood. As I pulled my board to me, I could see the swallow tail was shattered with my hair stuck in it. My surfing buds knew I ate it and looked towards me and yelled "Bleeding?". I nodded yes and we all paddled in.
After showering off, I asked my friend if it looked bad and he said it wasn't too bad. So we headed to my mom's work place but she was out of the office. I asked the receptionist how it looked and she immediately said "You need to get to the emergency room." So we went to the emergency room and the doctor stitched it up. Then my friend tells me "Yeah, it looked pretty bad, but I didn't want to scare you." Thanks.
The weird thing is that the ER doctor rolled up a piece of gauze, like a mini tampon, and stitched it on to my head right over the cut. So after that, while I still had the tampon stuck to my head, when I rode in someone's car and they shifted rough, my head tampon would hit the headrest and cause some pain. But after about a week, the stitches came off - as well as the mini tampon.
As for tankobus or lumps - too numerous to recall.
I remember my father-in-law telling us a story about how my mother-in-law was taking things out of the car trunk. Just as he was slamming the trunk lid down, my mother-in-law says "wait" and sticks her head right in the path of the trunk lid. BOOM! My mother-in-law thought it must've been a hot day because as she rubbed her head, she felt sweat. But it wasn't sweat. Yup, bleeding. Small kine so no stitches necessary.
Fast forward a few years - Paula, me, and the girls go to a bon dance at Windward mall. It was raining lightly so I open the back gate of my Explorer to get the umbrellas - you already know where this is going, don't you. And just as I'm about to slam down the gate, Paula goes to reach in and BAM! - right on the head. Luckily, no blood. I felt so bad. Especially after I said "Like mother, like daughter." 
So share your puka head stories. I'm expecting my big brother to share with us why he no longer goes surfing on Thanksgiving Day. If you didn't get a puka head, you've must have at least got a tankobu once or twice. No shame. Wear your scars proudly! Tell us your stories.
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Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting fellow blogger Melissa Chang of Urban Mixed Plate - IRL. Here's a little picture of us showing off the latest issue of Homescapes magazine.
A flack & a hack 
Tags: Homescapes, Melissa Chang, Midlife Crisis, puka head, tankobu, Urban Mixed Plate
August 20th, 2008 at 3:50 am
Wow...am I first?
Too many tankobus to list, nothing major when I was a kid growing up....just a broken leg while wrestling with a friend...almost sliced the tip off of one finger when trying to pup up a tent. Pounding the stakes into the ground with one of the collapsible army shovel and hit my finger instead. Smashed another one of my fingers in the fire door leading out to the balcony at work...lots of blood...great pain killers thou
Sorry Rodney, no injuries for me while surfing
August 20th, 2008 at 5:50 am
I must have been lucky. I don't remember receiving any puka head or tankobu to speak of. However, I did give puka heads. The two I recall were from throwing rocks during rock fight. Both got bleeding head. One was while at Japanese School and got turned in to principals office for scoldings and the other was just in the neighborhood and friend got pissed but no biggie.
Yeah, real lucky, no broken bones either...only thing I can think of was slicing my thumb in our farm field while trying to cut Hawaiian orange. Sliced em good, cut da thumbnail off and all.
August 20th, 2008 at 7:00 am
No puka head here but I remember one big tankobu when I was in 3rd grade. It happened during recess at school and this kid ran into me and knock me down. I don't remember what happened to him but I got one big tankobu on my eye brow. It swelled so much that I couldn't see out of that eye and I ended up in the emergency for observation.
August 20th, 2008 at 7:06 am
Whoa Rodney, you took some beatings eh? Ouch!
Tankobu is my name, here is my pain. Generally, I was a clumsy kid. Always had "strawberries" on my elbows, knees, arms. Remember the medicine called mercurachrome or something like dat? Used lots of dat stuff.
I had puka head when i was first grade. One day, nap time, I was by the window and a gust of wind blew over a bottle filled with water and wham, right on my head.
I felt like I was part of one three stooges stunt, was very embarrassed. I'm still lying on the floor (with da denim sleeping bag) with my hand propping my head. Then I look at my hand and it's all bloody! Fortunately, not gushing, but blood! my blood! This is not good.
My mom and dad came and took me to the doctor's office. I remember lying on my stomach, having something covering me while I got stitched up. Being young, I don't remember any pain. Was more shame than anything.
"Tankobu, good ting you get hard head."
August 20th, 2008 at 7:56 am
I had plenty of tankobus. My older sister and I had bunk beds and I used to bang my head on the top one sometimes. Or getting out of bed and WHAM! My mom also lined up the sides of the bed with pillows because I toss and turn at night. Since I love UH football, people have said that I make tackles at night.
August 20th, 2008 at 7:59 am
I believe I mentioned this on BL's blog. Went out on a first date with this lil hapa girl and we went to the ICE PALACE. Things were going great........"hand in hand", romantic music in my head, skating with the "herd" around and around the rink. All of a sudden some PUNKS come speeding/slicing through the herd!
We both lose our balance, I let go her hand and KNOW that I'm going to fall. I put my hands down in front of me to break my fall.......but I find out that "hands don't stay still on SLIPPERY ICE". In one of those "time stood still" moments, I realize that I'm gonna eat it and my forehead makes contact with the ice.
I LAY THERE thinking "I should just STAY STILL as ice is perfect for this tankobu that I know I have on my noggin".
The girl helps me up and looks at me. I saw the facial expression of utter disgust as I probably looked like the "Phantom of the Opera" or something.
My tankobu was the size of a plum right above my right eyeball. Heck, maybe it WAS MY RIGHT EYEBALL that got smashed upwards??????
Needless to say that was our last date as she probably didn't wanna spend the rest of her life with a Quasimodo lookalike.
OL
August 20th, 2008 at 8:20 am
i remembah one itai puka head when i was around 6 or 7 years old.
i was playing on the front steps of our house. i was standing on the side platforms of the steps. i lost my balance and fell straight backwards about 4 feet onto a rock walkway and.....BAM! i remember seeing stars and some blackness.
i thought my skull when crack open and my brains was coming out. had one beeg puka on the back of my head and choke blood.
i had to go to the hospital to get stiches for it and i still get the scar. just like you Largo. i cannot get short kine hair cut cause no mo hair on the scar and going look like one rat bite.
August 20th, 2008 at 8:27 am
Many years ago when my wife and I got married, we moved into a townhouse complex. One day, we were checking out the recreation area and there was a set of playground equipment for the keiki. For some reason I can't recall, I went over to the horizontal bars and had to bend over for something. When I stood up, yep. BONG!!! *tweet tweet*****tweet tweet* I saw only stars and had to hang onto the bar to keep from falling over 'cause I was so dizzy. I only heard my wife laughing out loud, really loud and did I mention belly ache kine really really loud. I tell you - no aid for the injured this wife of mine. Only laff and laff. As the stars cleared, a little kid, maybe about 7 or 8 years old came up to me and asked if I was OK. Not the wife, but a kid stranger came to my aid. Worse yet, whenever I bring it up to tease her about it, she starts belly ache laughing all over again. That's how we get along so good. I get hurt, she laughs at me, I let her and not make issue of it.
August 20th, 2008 at 8:38 am
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August 20th, 2008 at 8:41 am
Goodbeer, yeah, what is it about wives who like to laugh whenever husbands do stoopid stuff and get hurt. There must be some kind of psychological meaning behind that. You would think there would be sympathy and concern. Not long ago, I was weed wacking and wore my Oakley M frames since it kind of wrap around and would protect the eyes plus sunglasses. Wife told me to wear the safety goggles but nevah listen and almost immediately by freak of nature, one small pebble went fly under the sunglasses and in da eye...huuu, was sowah and took a while before came out...and guess what? da wife was laughing all the time, shaking da head.
August 20th, 2008 at 9:18 am
Ey hemajang, I wonder if Terri laughed at BL after he weedwhacked his foot the day they went out for their anniversary dinner?
Now, what happens when the shoe is on the other foot? I bet most guys don't laugh when their woman gets tankobu. One day my wife hit her head on the top of the car door when she was hurrying to get in her seat. She had mean tankobu and maybe whiplash too 'cause she had sore neck after. I neva laugh at her not once, not even a giggle, not even a smile, not even a smirk. I only felt bad for her and offered ice and sugar and all that. Could it be a retrosexual response? (See today's O and E blog for explanation) Could it be the male's caveman instincts to provide and protect that keeps us from laughing at our women when they do stoopid things like us? Or is it a learned response like when Rodney got false cracked by Paula after he wisecracked her ("like mother like daughter")? (Rod, how you make blackeye smiley face? and that Bozo the Clown smiley face?)
August 20th, 2008 at 10:11 am
Yep, got all kine puka head or bumps while growing up. What you expect when we gotta make our own toys or find something to do. We didn't have malls. We just head for da beach or in our days, down to the river. Swim and hit your head against the rocks. Go playground and hit your head on the horizontal bars and swing. Play baseball get hit on da head when you cannot see da ball in the sun, climb trees=fall down. Fortunately no broken bones, only make shame. Throw green guava= get hit on the head. So far no stitches or emergency rooms (we didn't have those growing up in the plantation).
Worse injury I got was when playing in the yard, run and jump to swing on the clothes line post, my neighbor threw a knife into the ground and yep, I hit em with my right foot. 3 toes bleeding. Make like Boy's Scout and apply pressure. Wash and wrap em up in towel. No more emergency room and no modern kine hospital. Next day go Plantation Doctor, He only look. No shots, no stitches only band-aid. Still get major scar. Hey that's life. Good Fun, no regrets.
August 20th, 2008 at 10:21 am
OUCH! I can feel these stories as I read them!!
It was great to meet you IRL Rod! Next time we go eat some chicken down the street.
August 20th, 2008 at 11:48 am
While playing two-hand touch, "Hawaiian" style football after elementary school on an asphalt parking lot, I got knocked down. I knew I hit my head, didn't think it was anything. But when I got up one guy yells, "Got blood...your head is bleeding!" That was it! I reached behind and touched my head...then looked at my hand and saw blood. Touched again and could feel the wet, bloodied hair. Walked home and waited for my dad to get home from work... He took me to emergency where it was stitched. Funny, no pain or fear, until someone yelled "Got blood!"
Another time, not paying attention walking behind a baseball backstop, I walked into a cross bar hitting my forehead just above the eyebrow. Again, didn't think it was anything until I reached to touch and felt/saw blood. I knew it looked bad by the reactions of those who saw the blood dripping down my face and onto the ground...it turned out to be a small cut, but a bleeder.
August 20th, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Me when I was young neva get any major injuries just small kine . When I first started working construction I was up on one ladder, had to go get something so I left my hammer on the top......came back moved the ladder...BINGO... right in da middle of the head...first ting I did was look around to see if anybody saw,nobody dea
so I touch the top of my head 
but neva need stiches, shame say anyting anyway....learn one important lesson that day 
August 20th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
NKHEA, dat's what dey make hard hat fo...
August 20th, 2008 at 3:25 pm
M - I was wondering why all thoughs guys was wearing hats
August 20th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
@anklebiters - cut fingers - #2 after puka heads
@hemajang - yeah, remember when we were kids and we used to throw rocks at each other. Whatever happened to that? Oh yeah, now the cops come.
@M - tankobu over the eye? Yow. Usually the eye kine tankobu comes with a headache, free of charge.
@Tankobu - Mercurachrome medicine - aka The Orange Medicine. "Noooo! Not the orange medicine! That one burns!" It also stains your cut so when you're with your friends, you show off that macho orange stain. Like a badge, it says "look, I can handle orange medicine".
@Kelli - I guess with all that tossing and turning, no wonder you slept on the bottom.
@OL - Quasimoto lookalike. Too funny. That's a perfect entry for a "Dates Gone Bad" blog entry.
@opso - one day when we meet IRL, we have to compare our scars.
@Goodbeer - tweet tweet - and you saw stars? Sure it wasn't canaries? It's those blindsided bonks that hurt the most. When you're not expecting anything and BAM!
@Goodbeer - Ice and sugar for your wife's tankobu? Are you making lemonade? j/k. Sorry, you cannot make the black eye and clown emoticons. I could put them in my blog entry because they are images and the replies don't allow images
@Ynaku - Speaking of the clothes line pole... nah, I going save that one. Now days places like Mililani are not allowed to hang clothes to dry outside. Their kids don't know what clothes line poles are.
@Melissa - come on, dish it out. You guys must've played in the Waolani stream or the nursery and bonked you heads. Next time you're here, we go Queen's for eat chicken - betcha I get mine before you or Stacy
@Visitor - Playing two hand tag football on the asphalt parking lot? More worse, monkey play! Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Funny yeah, when we were small and someone takes a lickin', the first thing they're asked is "bleeding?".
@NKHEA - Oh, I thought you were going to say that ever since that day, you wear carpenter jeans so you have a place to hold your hammer.
August 20th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
Ocean Lover says:
Now that's using your head.
Sorry I have no puka head or tankobu stories to share with you all. So I'll just contribute some pictures with that theme. Starting with this one...
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/2278889519_7d56b30254.jpg?v=0
August 20th, 2008 at 4:14 pm
Or this one...
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2278887745_5b90a83a8f.jpg?v=0
August 20th, 2008 at 4:15 pm
Last one. Not the guy in the red circle. Look where the bat is...
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2279678946_8a9ca1e410.jpg?v=0
August 20th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
I had so many puka heads and tankobus my nickname was "Lumpy". Every time I got (was given) a haircut (buzz cut) you could see my lumpy scalp. Later in life I'll probably be known as "Lolo" or "Punchy".
One of the worst puka heads I got occurred when walking home through the "shortcut" old pasture. I could see the neighborhood punks hiding in ambush to highjack the next kid. They were all pretty momona and I could easily out run them so I figured I would shoot through before they knew I was there. Little did I know that one of them had a pretty good arm. The next thing I knew, I woke up flat on my face with blood streaming from the back of my head. One of the thugs had beaned me with a rock. They were no where to be seen. Must have thought they killed me and dug out. I still had my quarter in my pocket so no search take occurred either.
August 20th, 2008 at 4:36 pm
@kelli: Your bunkbed story reminded me of mine. Only I had the top bunk. Yep, you guessed it! I forget how many times I woke up on the floor. Sometimes by myself, sometimes by my mom checking to see if I was still alive. She would scold me for falling out of bed! WWD! Not like I was doing it on purpose!
August 20th, 2008 at 5:01 pm
Okay Rod, I'll share my story, but it's not that I don't go surfing on Thanksgiving day, it's I alway get a drum stick, muwahahaa. It was Thanksgiving day 1967 and the outer reef at pipe was breaking and my friends said no goes out when it's this big, well the challenge was on, remember no leashes in those days. I had a 3" reverse "t' band with 1/2" stringers on a custom made Hobie semi-gun. When I got out I thought "holy sh_t, what am I doing out here?" I was scared sh_tless, so I figured 1 wave and I'm done. Of course you always wait for the last wave in the set, in case you wipe out you have time to swim in (almost always the last wave is the biggest). Well, I took off and from about 15' up the board spun out, as luck would have it I landed right on the deck, but my knees gave out, slamming my knees and left eye into the board.
Well, 11 stiches later and and eye operation (attach a detached eye muscle) I good as ever and still the best looking of 4 boys. The stories alot longer, but I don't want to bore everyone. And again as usual Dad was pissed my brother Terry had to take me to emergency. Okay Rod, are you happy? Happy Thanksgiving
August 20th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
You guys are so funny. It must run in the family.
August 20th, 2008 at 5:11 pm
@JindoMaster808 - where those for the current Olympics? Some of those girls on beam last night didn't land so gracefully when they did the chest/tummy roll. Ouch.
@hanapaa - I can picture the kids throwing a rock at you and one rock getting lucky to whack you down. Then the guys getting scared and running away. How come, you didn't have railings on your top bunk bed?
@Rod's Big Bro - But you didn't tell them about your board. The deck had 3 HUGE pressure dings where your 2 knees and face hit the board.
@JM808 - Blood is thicker than water - but our heads are thicker than blood.
August 20th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
How come, you didn’t have railings on your top bunk bed?
Did I mention that I was talented? Nah, that railing came with me. It wasn't secured, just set in a couple of notches. My dad tried tying it down then screwed it in but I just rolled over it. The simpler solution would have been to trade my big bro for the bottom. I guess my parents didn't want their number one son ending up lolo. Hey, maybe I can sue Sears for my present sorry state of mind!
August 20th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
When I was little (maybe 4?), I was making mud pies on the side of the driveway, and my brother was bowling with bottles and a ball. He backed up into me; my head hit the sidewalk and I was yelling bloody murder. Blood all over. I still have a little scar on my forehead.
August 20th, 2008 at 7:35 pm
Rodney: Yeah, my parents had a good reason to make me sleep on the bottom.
hanapaa: Oh yeah, I woke up on the floor, sometimes even underneath my bed. At least the fall wasn't bad and obviously not enough to wake me up. Haha!
August 20th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
@hanapaa - Oh, railing didn't help, eh?
@9th Island Girl - scar on your forehead? Oi. Not in the shape of a lightning bolt, eh?
@Kelli - carpet?
August 20th, 2008 at 10:28 pm
@Rodney - Those pictures were taken before the Olympics. I'm just curious... What did poor Aunty Paula say to you when you tankobu'ed her with the car door?
August 20th, 2008 at 11:23 pm
@JM808 - Not much. But her eyes started to tear and I felt so bad.
But she knew it was an accident. That's why I <3 her. 
August 20th, 2008 at 11:45 pm
Wanna know why I hard head? Born with it... ask my faddah. As I've been told by my parents:
Wen I was about four or five I was in da back seat sitting in da middle in between da two front bucket seats past da stadium going town bound. On da straightaway da car in front jam da breaks, my faddah jams his, I fly.... through da rear view mirror, through da front windshield, on da hood, on da road. Luckily only a few stitches, scratches and my head wrapped I was ok... so dat's why I no can remembah stuff too well... at least dat's my excuse.
I get one picture and one "lump"... fo' memories.
August 21st, 2008 at 12:42 am
(At first, I thought maybe you met Tankobu... but I was wondering who Puka Head was!! LOL... )
Yikes, Rodney... we finally get to hear the puka head stories! Ouch!
I don't have any puka head stories, but I do remember some tankobu incidents. I was in Texas, on a tour of a stalactite and stalagmite cave. As we passed down an area that had steps going down, our tour guide stopped and pointed out a particular stalactite, which was overhead, that was nicknamed "Oh Sh*t!" We all laughed, but took heed when she told us to watch out for it.
I guess I didn't take enough heed... 'cause sure enough, I got to meet "Oh Sh*t!" up close and personal! Man, my head was spinning and I could hear those birdies chirping, but I was too embarassed to tell anyone! I could feel the tankobu getting bigger and bigger (and I didn't have any ice - and I wasn't at Ice Palace, like OL!)... but, luckily, it was hidden by my hair. Too make matters worse, I bonked my tankobu again when I had to get in my friend's van!! I finally had to tell my friend that I hit my head on "Oh Sh*t" when I explained to her that I now had a thumping headache... !
The other incident I remember happened in intermediate school. We didn't have rock fights, we had ice fights! Boys against girls... I was hoping the cutest boy would hit me with his ice! No such luck... LOL... instead, I got hit in the head by ice thrown by one of the skinniest nerdy boys! I remember "taking cover" behind a bush... then, while peeping out to check if the boys were gone, "bam!" One big ice cube whacked me smack dab in the middle of my forehead! Of course, I had already thrown all my ice, so I had none left to put on my tankobu! (not that I would have put it on in front of the cute boys... ha ha ha..
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BL - Yikes, guud ting you still alive!!
August 21st, 2008 at 1:21 am
I had a similar story like BL, only not as bad. I hit the radio and broke off the left knob. This was on a 60 something Pontiac Tempest. When all the stuff was made of metal. Yup, I think I still brain damaged.
August 21st, 2008 at 5:57 am
Posted #2 and mentioned no puka head/tankobu to recall as a patot but had one last year while working at Halawa Correctional. Walking from high security down to medium, I was looking below at parking lot where a delivery van with our stuff was inside and was so inattentive that walked right into a sign post...bam!, shook my tree and dizzy, but gathered my senses, immediately looked around if anyone was around and continued walking. Didn't see anyone around but the guards up on the tower must have been rolling on the floor laughing...why they put a sign post in the middle of a small sidewalk, I dunno. Only had a bruise and tankobu in middle of forehead but biggest damage was to my ever-growing list of stoopid stuffs I do.
August 21st, 2008 at 7:33 am
Rodney: Yes, thank goodness we had carpet. It might have hurt if it was floor.
August 21st, 2008 at 7:57 am
I fly…. through da rear view mirror, through da front windshield, on da hood, on da road.
@BL: Dang! You da winnah! How many mo lives you get left? Joking! You one lucky buggah!
August 21st, 2008 at 11:21 am
the worst tankobu i've ever received was my fault, no one else's.
i was in elementary school. about the same height as a parking meter. after dinner at victoria inn in kaimuki, we were walking back to my mother's car. i was so excited saying something, i didn't see the parking meter right in my way. i walked into it hard and had a huge bump on my forehead. 30-some years later, i still remember how bad it hurt.
August 21st, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Kelli - da capet usually stay on da flooa
your house must be some-kine diffrent 
August 21st, 2008 at 3:17 pm
@Bruddah Lance - Ho, so competitive you. Flying from the back to the front, maybe breaking a radio knob or something (ala Coconut Willy) not good enough. No, you had to outdo yourself and fly though the windshield, taking the rear view mirror off too. And not stopping there, but going beyond the hood, onto the road! No wonder Korean dramas so popular.
Just kidding BL. After an experience like that, I can see why you can ride a motorcycle. Bruddah no scade da asphalt!
@Coconut Willy - BL is one hard act to follow, eh?
@hemajang & lesliek - Reminds me of this time Paula and me and our 2 daughters were done with a full day of shopping at Windward Mall. My girls must've been about 6 and 7 years old. Paula, me, and the 7 year old were burned out and tired and walking back into Liberty House inside the mall. My 6 year old is gussa-gussa and was talking up a storm to anyone who'd listen, and as the little busy-body was yacking away, not looking where she was going, BAM! Right into a Liberty House sign fronting the store. It made a pretty loud crash sound. Luckily she caught the sign before it hit the ground or it would've made a really oud crash. But that immediately woke the 3 of us, cracking up at her. She sure was quiet after that. We still recall that time. It's one of those Classic Childhood Memories.
@Kelli - you so cute. I knew what you meant. NKHEA just teasing you.
August 21st, 2008 at 3:27 pm
@ Rodney: Haven't heard gussa-gussa (or gassa- gassa) long time. Did anybody spring that one on the MLCpedia blog? Maybe I missed it.
August 21st, 2008 at 3:29 pm
@hanapaa - I don't recall anyone adding that one to the MLCpedia. Go add it.
August 21st, 2008 at 9:56 pm
dat's a funny one snow!
Whoa, you used to ice fight? very rugged you are. Too bad wasn't the boy of your dreams.
Was cool seeing tankobu all over this blog. Plenty unreal stories; very sore yeah?! Tanks to Rodney for another cool MLC blog!
August 22nd, 2008 at 11:06 am
hey.. you calling me gussa-gussa???
August 22nd, 2008 at 11:17 am
Rodney: wingardium leviosa!
August 22nd, 2008 at 11:34 am
@snow - oi. I missed replying to you. Gomen. Here's an IOU for one tankobu on my head.
I thought you were going to say that you hit "Oh Sh*t!" and broke it. That would sure take one hard head. And ice fight? That's what happens when no more snow in Hawaii. 
@Leslie - You said it, not me...
Has to do with second child syndrome, since it was my younger daughter who whacked it. You're not the second child, are you?
@9th Island Girl - LOL.