Nuthin' Surprises You at the Rodeo

Last year, the gals, Christine, Kay, Amanda and myself, waded through the rainstorm in our cute country attire to see Rascall Flatts, aka, "Flascall Rats", only to find out that the lead singer had laryngitis and was unable to perform. We were then sorely disappointed with the replacement of Jack Ingram, another nobody,and Clint Black. To top it off it was my birthday and a little bit of a bummer.

Jonathan has tons of luck in his office winning drawings and winning competitions. So, he decided to put our name in the hat for 4 tickets to see Rascall Flatts and ended up scoring on those too! Since he won them, it was strongly encouraged that he needed to go (since they were hot tickets) and so we coupled up with Christine and Zach to go to the RODEO! (Ladies, next year....we are back on!)

Some observations of this years rodeo:
*If you get a free parking pass for the yellow lot, kindly say, thanks but no thanks, because it is million miles away from the arena. Christine's feet agree, but heck...it is good way to break in those boots.

*The people. It does not matter who you are or what you wear, the rodeo will gladly accept you. (others may not).

-The people who try to hard:
I am guessing that for Rascall Flatts you don't get all the hoochie's like Pat Green might aquire, but for goodness sakes...there were tons of Jessica Simpson wanna bees in the daisy dukes and tied up white shirts. Also, upon entering the arena, there were ladies serving up beer whose cleavage looked like their bottom (kid-friendly word) was on their chest. Disgusting.

-The people who don't try at all:
On the other end of the spectrum, you had the "way back in the sticks" people. I am not sure I have ever seen a family like we witnessed walking in front of us in person. (maybe only on wife swap). I laughed so hard that I cried and I could barely walk straight. Another woman was in front of them that was a really tall, big boned woman that had this gigantic green knit poncho on, tall black boots and from behind looked a little bit, as Zach coined this term, "Shreck in Boots".

-The people who need to get a room:
As the concert was going, the "slow dance" song came on and a couple in front of us stood up and started dancing and almost making out for all of us to witness. We think maybe he proposed because she was crying, but no one seemed to care because they were blocking our view to the show we were really there to see.

-The people that look and act like their teenagers:
Our first encounter was this mom with her two teen daughters. She had a gold sequin shirt on with a short blue jean skirt and ug boots. It was hard for us us to tell who was the mom.
The second encounter was the beloved drunk mother in the parking lot who was asking other teen boys (in other cars) if they were "good" and getting their phone numbers for her teen daughter and friends. All the while, the husband was driving not caring a bit while the purity of these girls was tainted and his wife was making a complete fool of herself.

*Lastly, my final observation. When you decide to be apart of the calf scramble, wear some sturdy jeans. This calf ripped two young ladies jeans in very inappropriate places and was blasted on the jumbotron. Bless their hearts!

Blackmail picture #1

Blakckmail picture #2 (I am sending this on into KISS, in case they ever need a replacement.)

The cute pic (minus the black eye)

Zach vicariously living through the bull rider and Jonathan laughing at their misfortune. (totally posed pic of course)

Our tired feet.

The poor girl who held her own with the ripped jeans.

Finally, we were able to be blessed by the Flatts!

Life Happens Fast

How does a year come and go so fast? Last weekend we went to Mansfield and celebrated my niece Jacey's 1st Birthday. It seems like yesterday that she was born and Keegan was still crawling and in his adorable helmet.


Fast forward a year...

Jacey REALLY enjoyed her cake. She is a big girl walking around, carrying around her baby doll and eating whole grilled cheese sandwiches. Although she has only two teeth, she somehow can pack it in!


Keegan learned the art of football from his new friend Nolan.




and oh yes...let's not forget Jack. wow... A LOT can happen a year.
(Jack with his G-Bob and Great Jack)

The 17 month old that can READ!

If you missed this little girl on the Today show this morning...check THIS out!
Can she say the word...prodigy?

My "Shiner"

(I am laughing right along with you!)

Happy 20 months Keegan!

How did he get so big?
(Thanks Granny J for the table and chairs..he LOVES them!)

The Reason Behind the Fainting

My doctor told me why I fainted right after it happened and I was so out of it that I could not remember. I just remembered it had something to do with my cervix. So I researched it today and found that is called, Cervix Nerve Overstimulation. Evidently, she hit a nerve. :)

Wacky Monday

My mom used to read a Dr. Seuss book to me called 'Wacky Wednesday". The concept of the book is that a boy wakes up and realizes that his whole day has gone "wacky". It was my favorite book growing up and today I think I have experienced one of those wacky days.
*For those of you men who are uncomfy with gynecological things, you might want to stop reading.*

Today I had my appointment to have my interuterine "birth control" device put in place. I was a little nervous about having something strange in my body for 5 years, but normal birth control makes me super emotional and I just can not take it. (Linda, you can confirm that can't you?)

First Wacky Scenerio:
I was called back and asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. So of course, I do that so at least I can be a little comfortable. I go to my room, wait for my nurse and gaze at the table in front of me. It was full of strange gadgets (for lack of a better term) and I was freaking out inside a bit wondering exactly what gadget will be used for what. My nurse comes in and asks me to give her my "sample". I said, "Oh sorry, I did not know you needed it." She looked at me with a strange look. I continue, "I was not asked to get a urine sample, and I know I am not pregnant." She looked at me strange again and said, "No, we need your "sample" (with a little more emphasis). I said, what "sample"? It was like a ping pong match of confusion. After a couple seconds of silence, she says quietly, "Your husbands sample". I am searching through the interuterine device handbook in my mind trying to remember how my husband had anything to do with it. I then cut to the chase and said, "I am here for a placement of a interuterine device". She starts laughing hysterically, "Oh...your chart says you are here for insemination." Without skipping a beat, I said, "OH NO!!, please no!"

Second Wacky Scenerio:
So, I am guided to another room with some friendlier gadgets. The procedure went so much better than my doctor expected and I had no cramping. She shares with me that when she had her placed she fainted during the placement. My nurse was all smiles because I was a happy patient. They left the room and I get up to put my clothes on.
Then the next wacky thing happened. I passed out. Before I woke up, I vividly remember that my mind was racing like my life was flashing before me. I opened my eyes and I am laying on the ground, my eye excessively watering, and I am only in my underwear (of which I don't remember putting on). I don't know where I am or why I was there. It took a few seconds and it all came back to me. I get up (in my shirt and underwear) and peek out the door and said, "Dr., I think I passed out". Nurses came rushing to the door and instead of looking into my eyes they were looking above them at the HUMUNGO knot on my head. I hit my head on something hard on the fall down.
They take me straight to the ER to make sure that I was okay and most importantly was not a more serious head injury. 3 hours later I leave the ER with just a major headache and praise the Lord nothing else wrong.

If I would have thought it was funny at the time, I would have taken a picture of my head, because really it was a sight to see. The bump was literally raised an inch and a half off my head. If you have ever seen a cartoon where the character gets bonked on the head and it bulges out, that is pretty much a good example. When in the ER, I kept catching the gaze of eyes around the room looking at me and when I met their gaze they looked away. I was quite the spectacle and people could not stop looking.

Here was my head 7 hours later and I am relieved that it is not huge anymore. It will be a nice bruiser for sure.





So FYI, if you ever want to get that kind of birth control, just make sure that a nurse stays with you when you are getting dressed and would wait to get into a car for a good hour afterwards. I was the first patient that has ever fainted (in their office) after it was placed and not during..and they put them in all the time. So I am sure that I have been made an example today for office procedure. Lucky for them we are not the suing type, but hopefully they will pay for our ER trip! :)