Watch Out

It's Sunday night, I've got nothing good to read, and I'm a little wound up.

We finished Rock Band tonight after playing an 8 song set. We didn't know a single one of them and they're all like the longest songs in the world. Why couldn't the game have put the new Chili Pepper's song in that we just downloaded. It was kind of a disappointing way to go out. So many good songs and we didn't play any of them. Anyway, Driftwood is now in the Rock Band Hall of Fame. What an accomplishment, huh?

We went to the fair last night. It was more crowded than it's ever been. I don't think that we usually go on weekends. We had to stand for most of the rodeo. For reasons I can't explain, rodeos make me cry pretty much 100% of the time. Is it the patriotism? The spirit of the west? Or that I desperately want to be a cowgirl? I was asking Wes if the fact that I ride horses bareback with just a halter and a lead rope for reins every week made me a cowgirl. I don't think I'm brave enough to barrel race. I did team penning once (actually, I think I'm doing it again next month...anyone want to come?). I wasn't able to go on the cattle drive I was invited to because I was breast feeding at the time (a little difficult to do on a horse, and I do lots of crazy stuff on a horse) I almost owned a horse. My boots are as mucked up as they can be. Just this last week I mounted bareback by myself. No leg up from anyone. My method is run and vault (which kind of hurt my wrist that I sprained skateboarding). By the third time I did it the horse was giving me a major crusty. For all that I still feel like a city slicker. I'd love to move out to a ranch and be a real cowgirl that rode in the rodeos.

Our neighbors got married in their backyard last night, so we were trying to give them some privacy and spent the night at my parents with Mela. It was an awesome night sleep since Dylan was upstairs and we were down. No little noises to wake up to. Maybe that's why I'm not sleepy. Anyway, the one Sunday we're at my parent's in the morning it's fast Sunday. No Sunday morning waffles. So I talked my mom into making them for dinner. We had fresh blackberries and peaches on them from the garden. It was fantastic. I hope we can have waffles for dinner every fast Sunday from now on.

Does anyone have a good book to read? I've really been striking out lately. Wait, maybe I'll re-read Eragon and Eldest. Isn't the third book coming out this month?

Some people have been concerned about me lately. I've sounded a little off. Been a little short fused. I really don't know what it is, but this is a guess. When there are plans to do something, I'm somehow in charge of how it's going to happen. When in reality, I have no better idea than the average person how to go about the execution of these plans. In fact, I'm probably the worst person to come up with it because I don't feel like I'm playing with a full deck. And don't try to guess what's going to make me happy or what the right answer is because I seem distressed. Let's just have it out straight up. Also I was late paying a couple bills and the IRS are a bunch of retards. But now the taxes are paid for the year. We won't have to pay 4th quarter. Hooray! Maybe that's what this post is. My brain exploding like it's felt like it's going to for the last week or so.

I think kids should get more teeth when they're younger. It seems like cutting teeth has only gotten harder since Dylan has gotten older. Then again he may be busting out 4 at a time again. I gave birth to Jaws.

Did anyone else notice the White's today, and how nothing has changed since they moved?Rebekah still runs up and down the aisles unchecked. But she's like 5 now and not 2, so instead of it just being annoying it's moved into amazingly unacceptable behavior.

I've been really bad about training for a triathlon I'm supposed to be in in a little over a month. I only worked out 3x's last week. But one of them was finally swimming. I bought a month pass to Fairmont. My plan to ride to my parent's then run on Saturday got swallowed in the bog of my laziness. I finally got my house clean. Maybe I'm just starting to recover from summer's craziness.

I realize that my last post sounded like a complaint against my husband. I always rant and rave about wives who try to control their husbands, or get upset when they want to do their guy things and not spend time with them, or get upset about their work. Really, if you didn't know what you were marrying, you shouldn't have gotten married. For the most part I think I'm really tolerant. I'm not going to stop him from playing, but I'm not going to take part. And I will keep harassing him for dorkiness. If not for the game; for the '90's sweater vest that he wore with a t-shirt, shorts and flipflops today.

Maybe I'll go to bed now. Or maybe I'll finish watching 8 Seconds... I said I wanted to be a cowgirl.