A dash of color
I took, and passed, my orange belt test on Wednesday. At least I finally got out of that damn white belt. The only person newer than me at the aikido school has left after getting knocked up. So I'm, once again, the low man on the totem pole. At least I now have something to wear to UT games, or deer hunting.
Labels: Suburban life
3 Comments:
Well, I'd say that congratulations are in order, but I have no idea what an orange belt means. Is it the second belt a person can achieve? Does it qualify you to participate in Ninja Warrior (and is that a good idea with your back)? How far away from a black belt are you?
By Aunt B, at 2:47 PM
Yeah, it's just above white. Then there's purple, then green, then red, then brown, then black. So I have quite a ways to go.
By Exador, at 9:22 AM
wow, congrats! Now you can karate-chop those spiders for Mrs. Schwartz. HA!
By Anonymous, at 7:19 AM
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