OMG!!!

Okay these buttons have the alphabet on them, this button changes my font color. Oh and this button says OMG!!! Sorry it's been so long...

I went to my first arena football game last night. I couldn't get into it, but at least I tried something new. I should've stayed and home and finished reading Goblet of Fire (currently on page 360-ish of 730+). Anywho here's what I found wrong with the whole sporting event:

1) The team's co-owner is Barry Switzer.
2) I couldn't understand anything that was said. Whatever they layed on the floor really screwed up the acoustics.
3) I don't know who all was there for the hockey ticket holders, we had to have been all scattered about. We should have been seated in the same section and at the front (because even though I hate football, I wanted to catch a ball or a player or whatever).
4) Maybe I should have mentioned this first -- when I first walked in there was a huge lump of fabric laying in the north end zone. As the kick off approached about 40 guys lead by some old Navy dude (no pun intended) started to untangle the mess --- WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE THE AMERICAN FLAG!!!!! During the National Anthem they had some kids running along underneath it to keep it from touching the ground, but as they were rolling it back up a couple of end guys were kind of slacking off and getting their side dirty. Well hells bells guys let me run out to the car and get my spare bottle of kerosene and book of matches so I can help you guys along. And since I'm on my patriotic soap box yet again, I thought you were to remain standing until the flag exited the area. OMG!!! I thought we were all going to hell in a hand basket, but I do believe we are already there.

Don't tell her I said this, but I think that perhaps my mom did raise me right...at least as far as flag etiquette is concerned.

Baby's got whiplash and Jack Daniels made breakfast

OMG! The people at Buncomb Creek are nucking futs! So needless to say I fit right in, or they fit right in with me, either way it was almost scary. Nobody wears a hair net, but I sat and ate my hamburger anyway. Everybody rides around in golf carts now. It's a good thing I wasn't driving although I have to say backseat road rage is pretty bad, too. I got to meet the infamous Diana and her infamous relations. I have a feeling my aching stomach muscles will be around for another week. The food was all good, especially that brisket I helped to make. I went to a party on Sunday night and had to dodge fireworks all night (just kidding). I was sitting near where the guys were lighting them and setting them off. It was so cool. They were going off for nearly an hour before some buttface lawyer started complaining about the ashes and crap landing in his yard and on his house. Well tough tittle honey you're outnumbered by a few thousand lake-goers. I think at this point "The Angry American" started playing on the radio, how appropriate. The live band was great. They were really getting into the swing of things. I asked Cheryl how long before David starts yelling "Freebird!" I don't think he did. The band played my personal favorite Tom Petty song "Running Down a Dream." I did my horns, stood up, and yelled. This guy sitting behind me saw fit to remind me that I was still in Oklahoma and I was surrounded by Sooners. Who gives a crap?!? I was there to have fun....and I did.

We left a day early because we were all suffering from "Corbin-fever." Corbin Isaiah was born on July 1 and I got to see him on the 4th. He's all cute and wrinkly and perfect. I had him held kind of funny with his arm pinned against me. I was so concerned about his arm that I forgot to support his neck and when I handed him back to Jeremy, he went floppy. Needless to say Aunt Julie is going to let Corbin have plenty of recovery time before she goes to see him again.

I should probably try and get some work done. My idiot co-workers are concerned about me because I'm not happy to be back at work. Why the hell should I be?