Curious Ginger

Me & MartinezHey, hey, I’m a monkey, and people say I monkey around! I want to be a lion, or a tiger, or a bear (oh my!), but in the past few days, two of my Jiu-Jitsu bros have called me a monkey. I believe Josh’s exact words were “Let go of me, you monkey!”, and then last night at the Jiu-Jitsu party when Martínez was telling the story of our exhibition match at a tournament, he said “Seriously, she’s a monkey!”.

I believe it’s due to the fact that instead of trying to hold someone down, I have a tendency to just attach myself, and move with them as they move. Amy says I do a good impression of a “leech” (especially when I have back mount), but I think I prefer “monkey” instead. I do not vant to suck your blood!

Now that Mr. Incredible has signed up to train at LBJJ, I can’t wait to roll with him, because I know how much he hates monkeys! When he was serving overseas in the Marines, street vendors were selling monkey meat on a stick. He thought it was gross, and he would never eat it. Then after he discovered that the monkeys enjoying throwing their feces at him, he was like “Gimme some of that monkey meat!”.

I guess being a monkey isn’t so bad, although outside of Jiu-Jitsu my natural state is more that of a turtle. Actually, I do some of that in Jiu-Jitsu, too, especially when the crawling king snakes and daddy longlegs spiders come around!

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