Life goes on and on...

My fight was canceled due to a lack of fighter. It's upsetting as I was actually looking forward to getting hit in the head multiple times...What the hell did I just say? Something definitely wrong with me. I am now considering doing an MMA match.....in a mere three months and I haven't done BJJ in about a year. Again, what the hell is wrong with me? I don't know what it is about sparring that makes me feel so alive but I love it. I'm not very coordinated and not very tough, but I just love it.

I have to admit I am a little afraid of MMA. Amateur boxing has a very small chance of injury compared to MMA as there are alot more body parts involved (namely legs, knees) and you are having your joints manipulated alot more(Let's see what happens when we do this). Makes me nervous and is the only reason I am balking about fighting so soon. I should just nut up and do it but my tester one has gotten me into so much trouble in the past (Hey, let's jump out of this perfectly good airplane or Hey, I'll go to Afghanistan! Sounds like fun!).

On a different note, today we were very productive (I had to take some of my ADD meds to do it). We blew out all the leaves and other crap from the flower beds and rocks, changed the light bulbs outside, got lawn chairs, and raked up the yard. It looks a million times better. We also got to see a glimpse of how screwed up our children are going to be.

My son was rolling his Lightning McQueen up and down the wall when he dropped it and yelled loudly, "Shit!" The wife and I looked at each other and tried not to crack up. I then had to put on my father hat and lecture him about not saying that word. It's hypocritical of me to get all Ward Cleaver on his ass when in my own daily routine I use 'fuck' as an adjective, a noun, a pronoun, a verb, etc. (Let's conjugate it real quick, shall we?)


Tonight I am going to try and grill bleu cheese burgers. I am currently on a quest to make the perfect hamburger. I figure this will be my legacy and/or opus "Well, he was kind of a douche but man, he made a mean burger." I would be alot more successful in this endeavor if I didn't get Old Testament drunk beforehand. My grilling sessions usually degenerate into a drunken demonstration of Darwinism.


Oh well, that's why I chose who I married so well.

In A Funk

I took today off from work. I just feel....off. I used to love work but my bosses have sucked the life right out of me. Vampires. Oh well. I have faith that the universe will self correct and they will get theirs. I can personally attest that karma's a real bitch.

The other day I learned a valueable lesson about keeping your mouth closed when sparring. If you don't you will feel pain beyond pain as your opponent kindly dislocates your jaw for you and once he figures it out, he'll keep doing it. Little bastard. It's difficult to breath through your nose when you're exhausted but it would suck worse to have a broken jaw.

I need to get my conditioning up. I am still sucking wind pretty bad but I console myself with the fact that it is only the second week. I'm going to add some tabata drills with lots of burpees and hope that works. It can't hurt. Well, it can hurt quite a bit actually.

Yesterday my son and I went to the Disney's Cars website and they now have their online world up and running. It's still in Beta testing but is still pretty cool. You create a character, drive around, interact with notable cars from the movie, tractor tip, get chased by Frank etc. One of the things I think is strange about the game is that they have a name generator. You pick three car oriented words that you can't make up yourself and string them together to come up with a name similar to the ones in the movie. It has the effect of sounding like a pornstar's name. Do I really want my son driving around identifying himself as "Frank Quickshot"?

Oh well, pornstar names aside, it's pretty cool. I have a feeling that my son and I will be spending alot of time on the computer together. He gets so excited about it. Bouncing up and down and clapping his hands randomly. It's pretty adorable. It won't be when he's 18 and still calling himself Frank Quickshot but for now it most definitely is.

Sick little animals

Today D, my daughter, woke up screaming at 4:15am. She was then inconsolable. I thought it might be the realization of who her father was but alas, no she's legitimately sick with a temperature of 101 and a nasty little cough. So I am staying home from work today. Why couldn't she have gotten sick on a Monday or a Friday? Kind of inconsiderate of her. Oh well. I'll remember this when she needs braces or some organ, which in turn, will screw me when it's time to select an old folks home. I'm sure she'll choose the one from Happy Gilmore.

Of course after dosing her with some infant pain meds, she's running around engaging in various shenanigans. She took my day planner apart and then looked up and grinned at me. A gigantic toothless grin that melted my heart. Now I have no idea what I'm doing for the next two months, but damn it was a beautiful smile. She has me completely wrapped around her finger. I am so screwed.

On a different note, I got in the ring yesterday for the first time in about three months. It was ugly. I got worked and to top it all off, I got freaked out by the head gear. I've only sparred before in the open faced head gear. This one has a bar across the front. That's great for protecting your face (I'm so pretty) but I felt like I was suffocating. The second round I literally felt like ripping off my head gear and running out of the ring. I stayed by sheer force of will (that and the fear of the ribbing that would be forthcoming) but switched head gear for the last round. I didn't know I was claustrophobic. I was good after that. Well, as good as you can be getting punched in the face by a professional boxer.

Today, I am a mass of soreness. My shoulders are killing me. My face and solar plexus feel thoroughly tenderized (There's a joke in there somewhere). That's what I get for slacking. I was going to lift today, but I think I will let my body recover since I have to do it all over again tomorrow. That's the smart thing to do, so more then likely I'll go lift an hour or so. I'm kinda dumb like that.