no cigar

It's funny how feeling guilty and feeling sorry are not the same thing.

Looking for a fight

It took me several days to get over the disappointment of it.

My coach can't find anyone in my weight class for me to fight at the big 'Fists of Fury' event at the end of the month.

Instead, I will be in another light tournament in Lethbridge this weekend, and then, if I can loose some more weight and get down into the next weight class, coach says he can find me some fights.

The pressure is on.

No more McDonalds. No more beer. No more frozen pizza.

But I am NOT giving up dairy.

I can do this.

But, as a final attempt, I would like to put a call out to any female amateur kick boxers within driving distance of Medicine Hat: if you weigh in at 147-160 pounds and you don't have too many fights under your belt, are you available on Saturday, March 29th? If so, please call these guys.

Thank you.

I'm always it.

OK. I've never been 'tagged' before, but Dave says all I have to do is post a list of six non-important facts/quirks about myself.

This is much harder than it looks.

1. I am still afraid of the dark.
2. I enjoy the smell of marijuanna. I wish they would make a perfume of it.
3. Most of the people I like have had a brush with electric shock in their childhood.
4. I would like to have a harem of younger men.
5. Robots make me feel uncomfortable.
6. I never step on the seams between sidewalk blocks. It's not that I think anything bad will happen, I just don't like to.

So, Dave, how was that?

I have to break the chain, though, because I don't know enough other people with public blogs.

Sorry.