Current mood:	energetic
Current music:	Female Stranger - Nate Bernardini and the Bellevegas Band

Kickin' Ass
Self defense class rocked my face off last night. Almost literally. I was the only one who came bc Emily didn't feel like coming so Greg worked with me on everything which meant that I was working the whole time, never just being the one for Emily to try stuff on. Good times. It started out with Greg hiding behind a punching bag with two blue pads attached to either hand which he randomly threw around the punching bag, aiming for my face. I was supposed to block the blus thing and then punch the bag four times as hard as I could before the next bag came at my head. The best part was that Greg didn't do a cadence at all so I had no idea where or when the next bag was coming for me. Sometimes I wasn't fast enough and got knocked in the head...so I took my glasses off lest they become a casualty. Then we did floor exercises and I learned more ways to roll people off me. Greg tried to make it really hard for me (which worked sometimes) but in the end he was dizzy from rolling so much, so I feel I accomplished something. Then I got to beat the hell out of a bag on the ground like it was a person. I love this class.

The other cool thing that happened yesterday was I got pulled over on my way to self defense class. I was speeding and so the officer asked for my license, registration and proof of insurance. I hand him an IL license and insurance card and a registration from KY. He looks confused since we are in CA and I tell him I'm visiting friends in Los Gatos. He asks for their address and then takes all my stuff away to figure out the punishment.

I start praying.

The fact of the matter is I always seem to have something happen to my car or get pulled over right about the time that I start really getting excited about believing fully that God takes care of my needs and everything. I know this is due to the fact that the devil is an asshole and he wants me to feel like a failure at any given time, but especially when I'm starting to really believe God's presence in my life is a powerful one. So I pray and speak in tongues and just ask God to make it the smallest fine possible so I won't have to worry about money more. (The other thing the devil tries to get me down about) I'm still praying when the officer comes back and hands me a pink slip and says that since I'm only here visiting he would hate for me to have to come back for a court date or anything, plus it's Memorial Day and he doesn't like ruining holidays. So he gives me a warning, shakes my hand and tells me to take it easy out there.

God is fucking awesome.

Believing is a law, just like gravity. If you drop something, it will fall to the ground. If you believe God's Word He will do what He says He will do. I can't imagine going through life without that to trust in.

Anyway, I must drive to drop off baby clothes now. More later.

Oh yeah! If you can, go to idolunderground.com today and vote for my brother's band (Nate Bernardini and the Bellevegas Band) they're number 3 in the May On-Demand folk competition (or something like that) and if they can get to number 1 today they win! So...vote highly for them or vote low for the people in the number 1 and 2 spots. Whichever you find more moral. :)