Weekend recap

We had a great weekend (or at least I did). The concert was awesome, except for the fact that I missed most of Jason Aldean due to some chick and her man standing the ENTIRE concert. She was shaking her thing, we decided she had an imaginary stripper pole. Trust me, it was really bad. SO, I politely asked her and her other half to sit down during Tim McGraw so the FIVE rows of people behind them could see. Needless to say, the confrontation wasn't pretty. Luckily, they paid $70 or so to see Jason Aldean and then left. I also think that they weren't in the right seats because they said something about if we didn't like their show we should move because the seats weren't assigned. I smarted off (of course) where I learned to read, my ticket very specifically told me where to sit. It wouldn't have been such a problem, but they were the ONLY two people standing in the three sections. Tim McGraw was awesome, even though his pants were bedazzled.

When we got home (my husband lovingly waited for me at Ann and Bruce's house so we could follow each other home), Greg wanted to hunt this armadillo. So, at 1:30 or so in the morning, in my shorts and flip-flops (I was getting ready to climb in bed) we are armed with a crappy flashlight and a T-post. The armadillo was heading back to his hole under the shed when I saw him. Greg chased it with the post while I held the light. The problem was that it ran at me (the little boogers can move) so I ran screaming in the other direction. Quite a site I tell you. So there was no armadillo killing that night.

Saturday Greg went to work and I helped my friend Amanda move. When Greg got home, we went back on an armadillo hunt. We filled his hole full of water to flush him out. Then after much discussion (ok, it was yelling and cussing at each other) we finally worked a system out. I was on one side of the shed, scaring the armadillo to Greg who was on the other side of the shed with a T post (you use what you got on hand). Greg finally could get a good shot at the armadillo, so he shot it with his 270 (which is a big gun for a 3-4 foot shot, or so I'm told). Needless to say there was blood splatter on the gun scope, the armadillo was dead. The only problem is they are STINKING creatures when shot into a million pieces. The catch of the whole story, the propane tank was only about two feet away!

To celebrate the victory, we went to Lucille's in Mulhall to eat. This place might become our new favorite place to eat. The next visitors we have will get to experience this place, compliments of us.

Sunday was sleeping in, church, and then watching movies and NASCAR. Later Greg and I played some catch and then he tried to teach me how to throw a lariat and rope. I still need lots of practice, but I'll blame part of it on the rope!

Such exciting lives we lead in Oklahoma, where armadillo hunting is the highlight!