We are all invited to join Joyce in taking a self defense class, which is always a good idea. Growing up my brother, sister, and I were all involved in lots of physical altercations because we lived in a rough neighborhood. I sadly was even involved in two fights in high school. My parents always said that we weren't allowed to start fights -- but we sure as hell better finish them, otherwise don't come crying to them. The three of us are pretty tough kids, so these Beverly Hills women really don't scare me at all (except for maybe Carlton).
I was pretty impressed with Yolanda and Kim's skills, as well as Carlton's, of course.
While boxing with the coach he said I could hit him as hard as I could in the face. Mind you, we didn't tape our hands before we put on the gloves, which makes me mad because I know better and am not sure why I didn't ask to. I go to throw the punch, and he puts his head down so that I hit the top of his head, which is the hardest part of the body -- and snap I break my hand. I knew it was broken the second it happened, but tried not to be a sissy about it and just jumped out of the ring.