I do not have a black eye. Yay!

And it appears that I do not have fangs lodged in my bite, but hurts a LOT more then I would have thought. I mean, it’s like 20 little puncture wounds… but my finger feels like it was run through a pasta maker. It doesn’t really make sense… I know snakes bite hard, but it’s not like their crushing power is in their mouth… it’s the body… and she had my whole hand and wrist wrapped up, not my finger. But either way, Sally seems to be fine so I am happy.. and I was worried about infection because snakes have filthy mouths, but as of right I don’t think there is any infection. The punctures are not inflamed at all.. so far. I cleaned it really well, and put Neosporin on it last night.

Worst walk ever.

I had not walked/run in two days, and both days I did not walk I failed at my attempt to eat right. I ended up having to eat out twice, and no matter how hard you try, it’s REALLY had to eat right when you are at a restaurant.

Tonight I was determined to at least walk… so I did…and it went badly. Normally I go a little under 4 miles, and considering that I am on the verge of getting sick, I decided to only go half that.

When I got to the first dead end, and turned to head back, my dog totally postured up, and started snarling at the darkness… and I could hear something in the dark bushes. So, I turned around and started heading back, while trying to keep watch over my shoulder for whatever was in the bushes. China was unwilling to come, so I had to pull her… and she wriggled out of her collar and disappeared into the darkness.. and then silence. I called her a few times, but I was unwilling to venture into the darkness myself… I turned to head home... planning on coming back with a gun and a flashlight. ..seriously. Running as fast as I could, I got half way down the street, and heard something behind me. It was China… happy as could be, looking perfectly uninjured, and completely unwilling to let me put her collar back on. So, I let her run up and down the street beside me, as I tried to recover from my sprint. lol When I got near the busier street I got down on my knees so China would run over to me.. and she did.. full speed… crashing into my eye with her skull. Thanks for the black eye. I was kind of hoping my first black eye would be from Jiu-jitsu… but no. My dog crashed into my face. Fail.

Once I had her back on the leash, I decided I was just going to go home, even though I had only gone about a mile.

Then as I was walking past creepy guy’s house, where it is almost complete darkness, I see two people… I figured I was probably fine. Most people going for walks aren’t psycho killers, and I had my dog with me.. and know minimal Jiu-jitsu. … but those two people were walking there three dogs.. not on leashes. Three 60+ pound dogs…. Who were on us like white on rice, snarling and puffing up. Of course their owners were shouting that they were nice, and would not bite me if I didn’t act scared. Well, China was very nearly foaming at the mouth, making the deepest growl I’d ever heard her make trying desperately to attack the three dogs twice her size. So, I was of course terrified… and trying not to act scared as I was instructed by their owners. Finally the couple made it over to us, and broke up their dogs, and went on their way.

Enough excitement for one walk right? No.

Well, as I was walking the rest of the way home, who stumbles down the road? Two drunk men. Awesome. Drunk men who decided to try and talk to me, and turn around to follow me.. in spite of my CLEAR lack of interest and China’s clear attempts to eat them.

Normally, I try to be nice. I will go out of my way to brighten someone’s day. I wave at strangers, chat up my cashiers at the grocery store… I like to be nice.. being nice makes happy. But with my sore face, cramping left side, and near heart attack my patience for drunken strangers was wearing a little thin. So, I stopped, turned around and made with the stankness, mentally preparing myself to let go of the leash and break the arm of the guy China was not trying to eat… but the stank worked. They called me names and turned around. Mission accomplished.

I just had to come and edit this in...

I went into the bathroom to look at my eye... and who do I see? Salazar, my snake... in the sink. It kind of freaked me out at first.. Ahhh! Snake! .. Then relief. Yay! Sally! I picked her up and sat down.. then BAM! She bit me right between the fingers. I don't think it would have hurt nearly as badly as it did if she got me on the hand or arm.. but RIGHT in the soft skin between my fingers... which also made for a really difficult time trying to pry her mouth off.... one handed. I think I hurt her. =( And I think I broke some of her teeth... or at least I think I feel teeth in my finger. I feel so bad. It is not her fault, she's a snake, and I think I smelled like my dog, and I know she was hungry.. she's been wandering around the house for at least a week. It is my fault... I just hope she is okay, and that I didn't do any lasting damage. I started to panic a little bit toward the end.. I got her top teeth out, but I could feel the bottom ones start to tear skin, and I knew it was hurting her…. Not to mention the fact that it felt like my finger was being crushed off…

This is what happens when girls like me, do Jiu-jitsu...

My teachers name is Mario.

I got a Super Mario patch to put on my gi.

Weird girl + Nerd + Jiu-jitsu + Awesome teacher's named Mario =

Other girly Jiu-jitsu things: Two people noticed I have lost weight. Win. Body by Jiu-jitsu.

I changed the name of this blog.

I renamed it to reflect the most blogged about subject… Jiu-jitsu.

And on that note…

Jiu-Jitsu this morning was awesome!

Mario had us work on body hardening. If you are unfamiliar with the term, it’s pretty much someone else banging on your bones with their bones. After a while of doing that your bones will build up calcium deposits…. And over time it will hurt less when those things happen to us while fighting. So, for about 45 minutes I had to bang shins, for arms, thighs and get punched in the stomach over and over. It wasn’t so bad… but I was with a new kid who felt he had something to prove, and was hitting me far harder then what was necessary.

After the body hardening, we worked on how to fall down. How to fall forward, how to fall backward, how to fall to the left, and then to the right. Lots and lots of falling. I don’t like falling. lol After that, we did some throws. I was good at that. =) Finally, something that didn’t take me 10 years to pick up. I won’t mention the person I was throwing is 5 inches shorter and almost 20 pounds lighter than me, but whatever I was good at it. lol We worked on taking someone back, and rear naked chokes… which I am getting better at as well, but I need to get tighter. The first time someone did that to me, the room starting to get dark before I could get my arm up to tap… I would LOVE to be that good at it…

Then we grappled, and for once I felt like I did well. The first person I grappled today said “Wow, you’re really good at moving.” Which made me feel really good… I made someone say Wow.. and not wow, that was terrible. lol

I was really excited after today’s class. Tuesday I got really frustrated for the first time with Jiu-jitsu, and the class before that I hurt my elbow. So, I am happy. Today went really well, and I needed it to.

I am also getting REALLY pumped about the NAGA championship this November. I think if I keep with it, I will do well if they don’t combine the skill levels. I would be a novice, which is less than 6 months of training… and if there are not enough women, they combine the skill levels, and weight classes. I’m not as worried about the weight classes being combined because I am kind of a giant, but I don’t want to go up against someone with a lot more training then I’ve had. Though, my teacher Mario seems to think I’d do well. But he is my teacher; he is supposed to say that.

Strength Training.

It seems a little funny to me that at the same time I decide to get my body into better physical condition, God decides I need some spiritual strength training as well. .. and I don’t know about you, but I would rather run my body into the ground day in and day out, then be put through one of God’s training regiments. I appear to have no say in the matter, so I’m just going to keep praying for the strength to get through this, and any prayers you want to send my way would be much, much appreciated.

This is the new way to tan.

The mornings after Jiu-jitsu I always wake up with at least 5-6 new bruises. Last night we did take downs from standing, as a result I have 10 or 12 new ones. And it’s not like my older bruises have faded by the time the new ones show up, they are just various shades of yellow and green. So basically at any given moment I’ve got 20+ bruises ranging from purple to yellow... and there is no way around it. I love Jiu-jitsu, and Jiu-jitsu gives me bruises… so I will just have to deal. Most of them tend to be on my inner thighs, knees and elbows. But I have gotten them pretty much everywhere except my face… (and I know it’s coming, I’ve just be able to avoid it thus far.) Fingers, toes, hips, arms stomach, back, shoulders hand, wrist….

So, this is my plan. I am going to try to get a full head to toe body bruise, and hope it looks like a tan. It’s pretty much the only way I could ever accomplish a tan, and a full body bruise isn’t too far from what I have now anyway.

This is not a waffle.

I make waffles from scratch for my kids. I use whole grain flour, so I know they are better for you and taste better then the frozen ones.

This morning I knew I was going to be in a hurry, (Or at least I thought I would be...) so I bought some frozen ones so I could just toast them and go... Anyway, I handed one to Micah and he looks at me like I am some kind of moron...

"Uhhh... What is that?"

"It's a waffle, eat it."

Micah insisted for a few minutes that it wasn't a waffle, and that I had lost my mind, but I convinced him it was an eggo, and that it was yummy.

I'm just not sure how I feel about my almost 5 year old not recognizing a waffle. lol And it's not like this was the first frozen waffle he has ever had... It just made me laugh. I love that kid.