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.