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This week went surprisingly fast. The easter weekend that allowed me a 4 day holiday really messed up my schedule at work and I was behind a day and really had to bust ass friday to get caught up, new month = restart the process. so with the changes I have made to my monthly schedule hopefully the first two weeks of persistence, hard work and extra hours will get me to a point where I have enough time during the rest of the month to take on some extra jobs and push some sales about.

For those of you who do not know, I am an exterminator, and am very proud of my job. Its not something you think you want to be until you give it some time and try it, and I must say, being the person I am, the work fits my persona really well. Everyday is a learning experience, you see something you don't normally see with an office job, and people tend to be really grateful for your knowledge and expertise in clearing out whatever bug mess they have incurred.

My weekend consists of a retirement party for the man who's shoes I am filling ( which is easy. he wore a size 8... baby feet). I think bringing in some new blood to the company is really beneficial, we can develop long term customers who will get to know me, and develop strong relationships and hopefully gain some referrals or extra business from them.

Its was kind of nice to see the old bastard at his party. However, all he wanted to do was talk about works and contracts he has serviced for 20 years or so. Its time to let it go buddy, rather frustrating to field his questions and not wanting to talk about work outside of work, as much as I love it, it can be stressful at times and prefer to leave the office at the office.

Tonight is the big canadian UFC night, im sure its going to have some great fights and hopefully we can get more of these events into the great white north. The shear volume of ticket sales should be enough to bring Dana White and the boys back to town at least ONCE a year, but who knows. America is just as hungry for MMA as the rest of us and im sure the good ol' U.S of A has plenty a bigger stadiums with grander ticket sales =/

I stopped following MMA about a year or two ago. It just blew up, and my personality led me to be the one person who stopped giving a shit, and trudged on not caring.  IT WAS MY SPORT, and I was pissed that everyone and their grandmothers began to watch it. Its great to see it blow up, but with a Judo and Brazilian ju-jitsu background it was my niche. I could watch the fights and love every second of  ground game I got to see. The transitions and escapes, all done on the fly. Sure the game plan is set, but you really need to put in the mental work and out think your opponent, pull something unique off, unless a bread and butter transition from one submission to another was a sure bet, you really need to be creative and get your feint on so your opponent rolls or shifts weight the wrong way and lock that final sub down.

When I started in BJJ, I went with a friend to his dojo. He had attended somewhere around eight to ten classes prior to my visit, and had learned some basics with posting and shrimping up to gain some leverage which eventually leads into one of the many holds, chokes, and locks that enable you to win.
I sat patiently in a chair behind a railing and watched every move, absorbing the instructions that were given to the class and when the next week rolled around, I got my first free class, signed the waver for injury, and went to town. 
A Gi was lent to me from the instructor, I tossed it on, bowed into the dojo, and gave it my all.
The instructor was really impressed that I had taken so much from just watching the first time I attended and had stated that he was shocked that just from watching I could take what I had witness and apply it practically while "rolling".

I continued a few more classes and dropped out. I really enjoyed it, but my job at the time kind of got in the way, as well as some other things.

About a year later, the dojo had moved and because of the big explosion MMA had made, so did the class sizes.  Bryan remembered who I was and Dan brought me back to see the new dojo and sit in on a class.
Most of the same people were in attendance, and even though I wasn't attending classes, I still kept up with my friend Dan and trained in his or my basement on carpeted floors on and off for the passing year.

Most of the familiar faces I had also known from around town, as bouncers at certain bars during weekend shows, etc, and really had a good time rolling with them again,  to most peoples dismay, I could keep up and usually squirm out and get into a north-south or half mount with ease.
New people were commissioned to run "the gauntlet" at the end of the night, as a sort of "hazing" ritual.  this was my second time running the gauntlet, and now I was more experienced and physically stronger (although not by much)

So I drank some water, waited for my turn and my belly to settle so I didnt piss myself and off I went.
I rolled with 14 people, including the instructor. for 5 minutes a piece.  Thats 5 minutes from standing to ground position just trying to get as many taps as humanly possible... all the while trying not to burn yourself out as your climbing the ladder of opponents you had to face.

By the end of it, I was toast. I could barely stand up and trying to catch my breath for a good hour.
your body is sore from trying to brutishly overpower people, and also from being turned into a pretzel for 70 minutes.

So I kept up with the training until I decided, meh, its been fun again and basically just didnt want to pay fees anymore. A few of the guys from class actually branched out and started a MMA/Fitness centre in town called the caged dragon, and chances are it is closed now.

My love for the ground game probably comes from "wrastlin" with my cousins and friends when I was young and growing up in the country, sure we would get in trouble from parents for screwin around in the house or in the backyard. Ive only ever had 2 fights go personal and both times I walked away from them without a problem.  One guy took a foot straight to the chest which caused some problems with his health for a good two weeks. the other guy just burned him self out until I let him go and walked away.

I wont say Im proud of that, but winning feels good and Im not really one for drama/fighting at bars/clubs... unnecessary violence looks douchy and is generally a faux pas.

On a higher note, I did my taxes and thanks to school, I am getting a decent return. It will be nice to have some play money... hell I might even take a vacation somewhere nice for once.

Its been a good week and tonight is shaping up to bring some grandeur fun.

its been swell muchachos   Abiento!

The Robin

As of late, there has been a robin living in the tree infront of my house.  He annoyingly pecks at the window and makes it filthy, and no matter how close you are to him ( you can sit on the love seat at the window) he just stares back and continues to spread his profuse ammounts of feces and saliva all over my sil, and window.

Those of you who might now understand the measure that had to be taken, I went to great lengths and although I have to say, twas cruel and barbaric. I shot this bird dead with a paintball gun today at 11:24 am EST.

God rest your annoying soul, maybe one day we can celebrate your rising from the grave and your assumption
into heaven. just like our main homeboy J-Christ.

On with the blog.

Its been a while since I updated a blog with anything relevant, I would like to think that right now my life is in a good career state. but everything else just seams like chaos. 
Selection of the female will likely be my downfall. the stress of decided on which to pick is insane.

Hot career girl that lives 80km away.
cute party animal that will likely end up leading a life of not being responsible enough to own a house.
and the last one....  lets just say shes my counterpart.

Im considering option A, as she just got back from vacation and now we can possibly figure things out.



Off girls onto weekends.
I played poker for the first time this saturday.  accompanied by a giant bottle of rum.
I managed to play in with a joke hand of paying 10cents to get my minimum big blind.  I win the hand.  I am intrigued,    I then decide to buy in legitimately.
I played pretty good i believe but the amount of intoxication and my ignorance to the rules had me asking other players if I had a good hand or not.   I think i have a better grasp on it now and would enjoy the occasional poker evening mixed with tasty beverages.

when your so drunk that every hand is a bluff and you survive long enough to decide "fuck it, im going home" i would like to think I am a natural.



And I got to rock a 4 day weekend, to those who didnt. my sincerest apologies.