There is a whole lot of fun in a Colorado Bulldog, and a whole LOT more fun in four of them More fun than the human body was meant to have, evidently.
I say this because the next morning, all that fun escapes out the top of your head, and through your eye sockets.
Leaving you a dried, empty shell.
I’m just saying.
Fire Bad, Tree Pretty.
Friday night was the bonfire party. Saturday was picking corn with the in-laws, their friends, and a hang-over that would rival the Rocky Mountains.
Sunday was running home to be in time for Kung Fu, which Rocky made sure I would be on time for, because he said he would, and that’s just the kind of guy he is.
I finally finished up the brown belt test I took several weeks ago.
All I had left to do was the two minutes of push-ups and punching out the candle flame.
For some reason, both of these things eluded me the first time I took the test. I passed today, though…through diligence, hard work, perseverance, and the good graces of ShiFu, who seems to know exactly when a human being has reached their limits, and no more can be gotten out of them.
So I will be awarded a brown sash probably next weekend, and begin really training for the black sash test….and Diamond Nationals.
It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
All-in-all, it was a very eventful weekend…and it’s not over…Renaissance Festival tomorrow. Whoot!
Well, as my brain is fried, my bad shoulder aches, and I can’t really move it that much…
It’s time for bed. I’ll write something clever tomorrow. I promise.
But for your trouble of coming here to read this lame entry...I'll provide you with a delicious recipie:
Rocky's infamous Colorado Bulldogs:
2 parts Vodka
1 parts Creme de Cocoa
1 part Kahulua
2 parts Coca Cola
Pour over ice. Add cream to taste.
Enjoy in moderation. No, really. I mean it. Learn from my mistakes.