Olivia, Rich, and Martin

This weekend went by way too fast and was more chaotic than ever. Friday afternoon my niece, Olivia was born at 4:27, weighing 7 pounds, 3 ounces. I went to the hospital after I got out of class at 3 to find out she was on the way, almost two weeks early. In the middle of all the excitement, I had to leave to coach my 7th and 8th grade girls at the St. Catherine tournament, which was too brutal to even talk about, not to mention my head being somewhere else.

Saturday morning the 5th and 6th grade had a league game, which, once again, is not even worth discussing. That night, my sister and brother in law were ordering the fight on pay-per-view, so I went over to watch. I have never been too much into UFC, or really sat down to watch it, but it turned out to be something that was different from what I am used to and kept my attention. The opening fights were nothing compared to the main event, which was Rich Franklin vs. Dan Henderson. The blood was everywhere after an accidental headbutt, and with 30 seconds left in the 3rd round, Rich was poked in the eye. Since it wasn't a championship fight, they only had three 5 minute rounds instead of five 5 minute rounds. With a split decision loss, it was an overall rough night for Cincinnati's own Franklin.

No matter where we're from or what we consume our lives with, we are all connected in some way. Through this blog, you can see we may or may not have some things in common, but I am who I am, take it or leave it, either way it makes no difference to me. As we celebrate the birth of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the beginning of Obama's reign as President, I leave you with the words of Dr. King:
"We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now."