Yes, I Actually Competed

OMG! So, I showed up at 7:30am this morning at the Taekwondo competition and started selling merchandise (tshirts, key chains, headbands, and athletic supporters (which were a surprisingly big seller.)) My son competed early and won 1st place in forms and weapons - however, all kids his age win first in each one. I think he won first place in awesome kicks or something. He did a great job.

Anyway, we went home for a short time and ate lunch and I changed into my uniform. I went back to the competition and worked at the merchandise stand for another hour and a half. Hubby and the kids came and then they called the Adults to the staging area. I was SO nervous I was sick to my stomach. I've been wondering what I was thinking when I signed up for this tournament for days. I'm almost 35 years old and not in the best shape of my life. What was I thinking?

Anyway, they break us up into groups - men and women and then into ages: 30-39 year olds and there are a lot of us. And 40-49 year olds. Those are my companions in the school.... There are 4 of them... but there are a lot of us in our age range. They lead us to a ring and we wait for the group in front of us to finish up. Then, we start stretching out and I'm nervous... Really really really nervous... Prissy (she just got a cheapo kids camera last night for her birthday) is taking A LOT of pictures of the whole thing. I see hubby being led to a ring pretty near mine.

I look around and there are 13 other women. Most of them black belt decideds (meaning they will get their black belt in the next month or two.) I'm the lowest belt in the group. They start their forms and they are REALLY REALLY good. My kids start bickering and I can hear them and make "the face" at them to stop. They aren't stopping. They call my name and I go up to do my form. I realize that it takes a BOATLOAD amount of courage to go up and do this. I'm doing ok... but when I get to the part of my form that is facing the back I see that my kids are fighting like CRAZY! And then I choke. Totally and completely choke. Just couldn't remember the next move. I was thinking, OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT and it still didn't come to me, so I finished the form and got SUCK scores. I ended up as being the lowest scored there. HUMILIATING... TOTAL SUCKAGE!!! Swearing that I would never ever ever ever do this crap again! As you can see - the judges were not terribly impressed:

Then, the weapons... This is what I thought that I actually might have a chance at. My weapon is a nunchuk. I really enjoy weapons. Until they all started. They were doing DOUBLE nunchucks and doing them WELL! Oh fuck... That's it. I'm screwed.... There were also women doing staffs (long sticks) and doing them beautifully. I got up and did my weapons form, and did it extremely well. I was very proud. My scores seemed decent.

Then the sparring. The first group went and they were REALLY good. Then, the second group went and the woman got knocked down HARD and broke her arm. The EMTs had to come over and take her off the mat. Then, the next woman got hit in the face and broke a tooth - she kept on sparring though... I was fucking terrified. I was going up against a black belt recommended with a big embroidery on her back declaring her national champion... AHHH!!!! I went out there:

And she scored the first point. I scored the next two points. I was so excited. Then, she started whomping on me and one the next 4 points (you play to 5). Only one other woman got hurt and she broke her finger. Shit - this sport is BRUTAL! But, I guess we are FIGHTING. It ends up that the woman I was sparring won second place (which made me happy that I at least scored some points on her.) The broken arm woman came back (with ice) she said she was going to the hospital later. And I guess that 5 of the women I was competing against are national competitors and that this was one of the biggest tournaments that they have been to and that a normal grouping was 7 so this one was really big.

It ends up that I won 3rd place in weapons. I'm really really happy with that. This was my first competition and I was competing in a huge group with national competitors. So, I feel pretty dang good about my 3rd place. I even beat a couple of those that were doing double nunchucks. (I have super neat move that I'm very proud of.) Broken arm lady said that this was totally addictive - I don't quite know about that. I don't think I'm addicted - it was just too overwhelming and intimidating.. But, I tried something new that I have never done before. I got out there and sparred some really amazing people. I did my forms and I did great on weapons. I'm extremely proud of my medal - but don't think I'll be doing this again any time soon.

It does make me feel like I can take on my new italian boss (nib) though. He's a jackass and I feel like I could totally kick his ass - especially with a nunchuck!

Hubby did a great job - he won 2nd in weapons (but only had a few competitors) and then came in 3rd on sparring. He was running a pretty good fever last night so he wasn't in top shape today. But, neither of us really loved it today. I think maybe we'll just continue to support Bubba in his Taekwondo competitions and maybe not pursue it for us. :) But, only time will tell.

I have truly earned my glass(es) of wine tonight!

I can't believe she's going to be NINE!!

Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday. She is going to be NINE!!! I will have a NINE year old. That just seems so old. These past nine years have gone by so incredibly fast. Shoot, seems like just yesterday I got a positive pregnancy test and had a heart attack. My mom begged me to move the wedding up. But we kept it as planned and I have a little bump in my wedding pictures. I remember so clearly taking a walk at lunch time to talk to hubby (well, he was just my living-together-in-sin boyfriend at the time) about what we should do. Our wedding was already planned - the baby - well not so much... She started off coming 6 weeks early because my water broke and they didn't know if she was going to be ok. There were a thousand doctors in the room when she was born and as soon as she started crying they all disappeared. Unfortunately, she was an extremely sick infant, she then became demon toddler - oh the stories I could tell about her hour long fits so severe they would end in vomiting and her pissed-offed-ness where she would take off her diaper and pee in little polka dots all over the floor. However, about age 3 or 4 she turned into such a sweet and wonderful little girl - I don't know why, but it was an extremely welcome change and is now turning into such a brilliant, talented and caring big girl. She is so smart (I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm the mom - she's really been moved up two grades. The girl will be smarter than me by the time she's 10.) She is amazing good at baton twirling. I honestly can't tell you how amazed that this child came from my body. So, if any of you readers out there have restless toddlers - it changes. It really does.

Tomorrow, the actual birthday day, we are going out to Chevy's for dinner. I've already made Rice Krispy treats for her to take to school. I've also already made her requested cake for the family cake eating extravaganza (each piece is a FREAKING 9 points - almost half of my daily allotment) - it's a chocolate cake with blue wintergreen frosting. Weird cake - but tastes wonderful. I have to special order the wintergreen flavoring from candy distributors. I blame my mother-in-law who created this cake for hubby, who then passed his lust for it on to the children. It's a dark day when I have no wintergreen flavoring.

Oh gawd - work is still the suck, the job that I adored has become so incredibly painful. Nib (New italian boss) told me today that he is the boss and I had to do what he said. Unfortunately, he doesn't know what the fuck he is doing. He doesn't even understand the basics of expense vs capital (which is a big deal when YOU ARE MAKING THE FUCKING BUDGET!!!) I should SO be managing him - just because he has more time in the job he got the position in the company merger. He isn't a better manager, but he has more time in the industry. But, I actually have more people reporting to me than ever has. The whole thing blows, I was ok with it at first when he was still listening to me, but now he is just making dumbass decisions. My dilemma now is do I let him hang himself and take the department down? Or do I try to save the overall group by my own sweat and tears and ire - even if it makes him look good? Oh, the decisions. I'm taking my first step and trying to fix this chaotic situation tomorrow. I'll let you all know how it goes.

New form of transportation

I'm not sure whether to be proud or embarrased. Regardless, I think this is hilarious.

Merry Christmas Eve!

Today - I will do my normal plan. Take hecticmom's posting and tell you what I really think.

Well, tomorrow is Christmas! Everything is done. We're still waiting for Santa to come, but I'm pretty certain he will come before too long. Well, that's not what we're telling the kids - they have been down right horrible today. We're holding Santa hostage, because maybe, just maybe we can put a shred of doubt that Santa will come. Bubba is really unsure if Santa is coming - he really has not been good today.


Santa's elves brought Christmas jammies while we were out looking at lights. Here are the kids modeling them: Damn Santa got jammies that are too big for Bubba. That kid has the smallest waist in the universe. Maybe if he'd eat once in awhile. The rest of the jammies fit him.



Here are the Christmas tree cupcakes we made for Santa today: OMG they are horrible. The kids love them, but they are just covered in sprinkles and are a little underdone on the inside and a little overdone on the outside. I'm thinking Santa may just need to toss these.



The last few days have been really calm. We haven't had a lot of stuff to do, so we've been watching movies, playing games, going to the park and playing video games (in between the kids bickering.) We've even done a little geocaching. Thank goodness for geocaching. It's nice to get outside and let the kids run. I also got a pedicure and I had an hour and a half away from the screetching, bickering, complaining and whining. Pure bliss. I'm considering sending the kids to school this week - just because I think I may go crazy.

We wish you a very Merry Christmas! And a final picture - here is Fluffy - also wishing you a Happy Holiday! I love this picture. I love the jammies, I love the face peeking through the bear. Just adorable. Wish he could always be like this.