Last weekend Rained out Again...

Kizzy on the Left, Maggie on the Right

I woke up at 5:15 to the sound of rain on the trailer roof.... what a load of crap...  So I checked the weather on my phone and it looked like a huge storm headed straight towards where I was supposed to be on Saturday... So, I started thinking about what it's like jumping in slush after rainstorms and I didn't really want to drive an hour and a half down to Georgia.. so I didn't go...
It was one of those things... Murphy's Law tells you, if you go... it will rain.. If I don't go.. It won't rain....and that's exactly what happened.. It didn't rain.. so I was stuck at a local competition with the jerks... and I say that.. because Friday night, I drove over next to clemson, to where there was a shooting competition.. I was going to leave from there and drive to georgia.. and my cowboy was going to stay and shoot.. while I went to Georgia...
So I was up and moving about the trailer so, I decided to get Kizzy out of her stall and ride her around in the dark arena... with a whole bunch of boogie men around every corner.. we got attacked by chairs..  birds.. you name it.. it was there.. haha
but that was good for her... well, people started moving about.. and most of them had a comment about how I was dressed... (in english attire).. so After driving my cowboy and his routy friend to breakfast.. we got back to the arena and I went to go register to shoot..............
Well, here is where it all kicks up... #1 I was pissed off about not being able to go jump.. #2 I was still pissed off from the night before (i'll get into that later) and #3 I was surrounded by people suffering from the worst case of cranial rectalitis I have EVER seen....
If I heard this once... I heard this 20 freaking times... "We can set bales of hay in the arena for you to jump over...." *insert stupid grin at their clever remark they just made*..  I smiled a bit the first few times i heard this remark.. then I started getting angry.. and told the people my horse was above jumping hay bales.... even at home I have nice standards.... what the hell people...
So then starts the main match.. I go out there and smoked a good run... and I check the overall standings.. and oh.... yeah.. my time was wrong.. and they had all kinds of problems in the announcers booth.. and that was the end of it for me... I was done... I just wanted to go home... HOME..........
we finished the first stage after 2 hours... because apparently people don't know how to run things smoothly.. and I was sick of waiting around and making small talk with the maggots... so the last run, we ran first before everyone.. and left... we had to go take prom pictures with clint's daughter at a certain time.. and their lolly gagging around was not in the schedule.......
My cowboy, Me and Butler (my Ma-in-laws dog) Saturday
In starts the next chapter of the manure weekend... the ex-wifey was there... after she left.. my mother-in-law told me that she was proud how I acted...  I explained that it was nice that she wasn't throwing rocks at me this time... and that the last time I saw her.. she told me that she thought I would have been skinnier.. well that was 35 pounds ago.... I lost the weight and she has cankles..  and besides.. I went to charm school and learned how to say "bless your heart" and "isn't that nice" *teethy grin*
so.. I was really ready to go home after this... so we get back to the arena.. and trying to hook the flatbed truck up to the 2 horse bumper pull... we had an audience.. one told me "you can't move that trailer its too heavy.. it better be lined up just right"... I politely stated that it was my damn trailer and I have hooked it up by myself countless times and thanks for stating the obvious".. then there were people standing in front of the truck and trying to give directions.... and I lost it.. with a capital L... I started screaming for everyone to get away from the truck very colorfully...
then Hooked the joker up.. and while I was putting Kizzy on the trailer.. another captain obvious asked me if I was leaving.... I whipped around and said.. "no I'm just going to leave her on the trailer for the night.. what the hell do you think.. here's your clue" I mean seriously....
sweet and innocent me circa 1980s hahah
I was on edge.... we got home around 10:30.. and I slept... and slept.. and slept.. and got up around 9 the next morning.. which is like 4 hours more then I usually sleep in....  I was in people over load..
I get that way sometimes..
Now... Friday night.. we went to the only place to eat around there.. and there was a band.. so we had to sit at the bar and eat.. and the bartender woman wasn't paying attention.. we tried to wave her down and get her attention.. but, she wouldn't come over.. so I screamed "HEY"... and then that was it.. she stormed down towards me and told me I was rude and that I needed not to do that again...  So I told her where to shove it... and left her a .23 cent tip...  ugh...  This is why I never eat out.. crappy service, bad attitudes, and greasy foods....

Sunday.. I cut all the grass.. got stuff done around the house, made a big batch of minestrone soup.. roasted more pecans and made big chocolate muffins.. just to shut up my inner fat girl :)

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  1. Oh my! Sounds like an adventure! :) "cankles" LOL! Hubby uses that word....when we get rotten service at a restaurant, we leave a 1 cent tip. Meaning we didn't forget to leave one, but this is what we thought of you! :) Go out there and kick the maggots ass! :)

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