::Makes big Mama eyes at friends who make icons::
Tonight, as I have not said earlier, we had a belt evaluation. Last time, everyone in the group moved up a belt. This time, only the least and the most - a seven year old girl (her mother was there, too) and a teen ager with a grey stripe - moved to the next belt. Hinda Tova got Yellow, Eliana got grey. The rest of us got stripes. I will soon be sewing three (I think - could be two, could be four, but I think three - I forgot) orange stripes to my yellow belt. This is because I only go once a week. I need to change that.
However, three is good. Three is great. Three means I'm almost there. She said all I need to do was get stronger with my falls and my rolls, and she's right. Orange belts fall a lot, and I need to fall better.
But I'd psyched myself up for orange. Silly silly me.
I wanted to start inflicting *pain*.