Hey y’all!

So here’s me saying ‘peace out!’ yet once again.  Was boarding our flight home from Tasmania Tuesday night, when we got a call that we would be coming home to a kitchen with no floor.  In turn, that also meant no bathroom.  I guess Australia hasn’t caught up with California building code (probably U.S. building code), and still allows bathrooms to be built in very close proximity to the kitchen.  Anyhow, we were a bit frustrated to say the least, but managed to book accommodations before boarding our plane.  Thanks Steve Jobs!  I’ve discovered out here in Australia, that as a renter, you have no rights whatsoever.  Whereas in California, renters are the king.  Owning a home in California, if something stopped working or running in my house, my tenants have all the right to stop paying rent, or better yet, just walk the F out!  Once we learned that the house we just moved into two months ago, was infested with termites, we were not happy to say the least.  The reason why I’m going on and on about this still, even though it’s an event of the past, is because, yes…….. there is a moral to the story.

The old me, would have gotten all wound-up and hauled off to find the nearest form of alcoholic beverage I could get my hands on.  We had been sitting in the airport for about three hours with jackshit to do, on top of being ready to come home to our own bed.  Tasmania had treated us well, but all and all, I was ready to get into my own bed, and roll around in my own sheets.  So when we got the call at 5p, as opposed to 2, or 3 or even 4, informing us that the house was not liveable, I was livid!  Then, I realised that no matter how pissed off I got, it wouldn’t change the situation.  Even though I was astounded by the business practices of some other company, and how rude this property manager came across, (basically telling us ‘you’re shit out of luck’), I couldn’t control they way they chose to act, how they were raised, or what POS parent brought them up with no morals and or values.  (insert smiley face!)

Part of working a 12 step program, is learning that you can’t control other people, places, or things.  The only thing I have control over is myself, and how I choose to ‘act’ over situations, as opposed to ‘react’.  Once I let go of trying to control all this other shit around me, things seem to get a lot easier.  Let me tell you though, it takes practice.  It does NOT happen over night

We are getting ready to head out to New Zealand for 4 days.  Then, back to Melbourne to wrestle hard for 4 days, then off to Sydney for the Abu Dhabi.  Saaa-weeet!!!  This brings me to my final point in blogging:

YOU’RE HOMEGIRL HAS BEEN CHOSEN AS AN ‘INTERNATIONAL AMBASSADOR FOR WOMEN IN SPORT’ FOR THE COUNTRY OF AUSTRALIA!

How cool is that!  March 4th is the nationally recognised day.  I’ll be flown up to Canberra for a conference where 5-8,000 people will be attending, and listening to my genius-brilliant ass talk about my philosophy on training and nutrition, and of course, why more women should get into sports.  Despite my competitive nature, I’m looking forward to competing in this Brazilian Jiu Jitsu competition.  As much as I’d love to go into it, thinking that I ‘have’ to win, I know that it’s not what it’s all about.  It’s really about ‘growing a pair’, and letting go of the ‘what if’s'… it’s about giving it a go, and trying your best.  Being fearless, really…. No, wait…. it’s about being

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