Yello!

Today at sparring class, we worked on speed and reflexes.  Y'know, I really don't think karate is safe.  When you get to green belt, (one belt away from my rank, acually,) you train with weapons.  That includes real, legit katanas, hook swords, and other sharp and dangerous swords and stuff.  Also, in breaking, (breaking wood boards) you can break you foot or toes, which isn't fun.  I almost murdered someone in sparring class this evening.  I kicked him in the side of the head, and he didn't have headgear on.  He kind of looked surprised for a mo, then fell on the ground with a dazed look on his face.  I ran up to him.
"Dude! Are you ok?"
and Clayton answered,
"What the freak just happened?"
and the black belt that was in charge of the class, Kaleb, said,
"Matt just kicked you in the head."
"Well, now my head feels like a piece of crap." Clayton said.
Then class was over.  Skiing last saturday was awful.  We did our lessons fine, but then on our first run, Claire was flashing down the hill, and said, as quietly as possible,
"Move!"
And then smashed into me.  Then she sat on the hill for fifteen minutes crying, then didn't talk for the rest of the time, and so we just sat on the bus for 2.5 hours, and then we went home.
I took a three hour nap and felt like someone had smashed my head in when I woke up because I had such a huge migrane.  We watched a Monk last night.  It was called Mr. Monk meets Dale the Whale.  You should watch it sometime. Here's a cat gif.