Ramblings: Yeehaw

Saturday was a crazy day. Jeremy and the kids had a church primary activity in the morning that required Jeremy to wear a hilarious costume. I'll post a picture of it as soon as I get one. He texted me about 20 minutes into the activity saying, "I feel like such an idiot." Let's just say he was wearing fake body armor and carrying a sword.

Then in the afternoon, the kids were invited to a birthday party at a skating rink that was around way back when I was a kid going to birthday parties. They've only slightly renovated it over the years and it still has that familiar smell of rental skate disinfectant mixed with sweaty kids and burnt popcorn. Ahh, memories. The one improvement was that now they have these pvc pipes with wheels contraptions that help the kids learn to skate without fracturing their tailbones. Sorry these are bad--I was behind the plexiglass on twin patrol. I really wanted to get some good ones of Jeremy contributing to the sweaty smell in there but my phone died. Maddie enjoyed trying to learn, but Alex was mostly just frustrating and spent the whole time crying and whining about how impossible skating is.

The boys had a blast because the whole back area was a room filled with bouncy houses, jumbo bouncy slides, and a giant inflatable caterpillar that you could climb inside. You had to pry apart the tightly inflated opening to get in, then crawl the length of it, and you popped out a similar opening at the tail end. Here's the gross part: the opening looked just like a body part south of the border, and watching the kids pry the sides apart and crawl up inside and then disappear, was almost more than I could take. This isn't the exact one, but it's almost the same. And it wasn't just me--another mom I was talking to was just as disturbed by it as me. My phone died just after I took the pictures of the kids skating, so I couldn't document how gross it looked watching my 3 year olds climb in and out of the "opening."

Then, Saturday night Jeremy and I went to the Cowboys v. 49ers game in the new Cowboys stadium. He had gotten tickets in one of the swanky boxes from one of his clients. And while I don't mind watching football, I'm definitely not a rabid fan. It wasn't like I was tempted to wear silver and blue body paint or anything. Mostly I was going along because 1) it was a night out of the house and that's always a plus, and 2) I wanted to see what all the hype was about this new 'wonder of the world.'


I have to say, the thing is pretty impressive. It's really enormous. Really. And the giant HDTV thingy hanging in the middle really is as cool as they claim, but also a bit distracting. I think I only looked down at the actual players maybe twice. The rest of the time I just watched the big TV and sampled all the food they had in the box for us. The worst part: all they had stocked in the fridge besides beer was Pepsi and Diet Pepsi. Sick. The walls of the boxes are glass and I could see the people next to us enjoying Dr. Pepper and I almost held up a sign, "Please sir (Oliver-style), may I have a beverage, please?" Or I could've ordered one for $7. Seven dollars. Seriously. For a 20 oz. bottle of Diet Coke. Sheesh.
But the best part of the evening was bypassing all the crazy busy parking lots that cost anywhere from $40-100, which is alot considering you still had to hike quite a ways to get there. We had also gotten a parking permit to one of the special people parking lots. We were about four rows away from the entrance--not too shabby. We walked in behind a group of 4 women that Jeremy swears were some of the players' wives.
But I can promise you that Jeremy WILL be sporting some type of body paint on Saturday when he, Alex, and some other guys he's taking arrive at the stadium for the Oklahoma v. BYU game. And he'll be shelling out the big bucks for parking cuz he won't have the special people parking permit. But he'll be so nervous and stressed that he won't care. He's already been stressing this week about the "guys [the BYU football players] being intimidating by the stadium." Oh my. I feel bad for anyone sitting anywhere near him at the game. He's not necessarily the funnest person to watch football games with--he gets really psycho and screamy. I may be checking myself and the kids into a motel Saturday night if they lose. It won't be a pretty sight.


Yea. BYU managed to win and now we won't have to replenish our stash of anti-depressants...yet. The football season's still pretty fresh.