Rainy Day Blues

I will admit to having been having the rainy day blues.  We've been experiencing a deluge of water and it's cramping my style!  I hate not being able to go out and mess with the flowers (still traumatized from the hail) because it's way too muddy.  Standing water in the beds, muddy.  I hate having to slog through ankle deep mud in the corrals to do my horse and sheep chores.  I hate having the rare moments the sun peaks through the grey skies, being ruined by the attack of blood thirsty mosquitoes when I venture out.  I hate how wild my dogs are right now.  (Diva still needs to stay dry because of the spay incision.)  They are like cooped up children getting into trouble.

Yesterday I caved.  I gave in.  I spent a good portion of the day baking "Thank You" cinnamon buns for my neighbors who helped me load the sheep and the vet clinic who squeezed us in without an appointment.  After all, who doesn't like fresh homemade cinnamon buns??  I delivered both, still warm from the oven on the way into town.

I was headed into town to meet up with a friend, destination - Rexall  Place.  We were going to the New Kids On The Block and Backstreet Boys concert!  I will openly admit I wasn't really a fan of either when I was younger.  I was more of a George Straight and Randy Travis kinda girl.  But, as my horizons broadened, so did my musical tastes.  To be honest, what I really like is the cheese factor.

Last night I laughed so hard I cried.  My eyes and ears were teased with a spectacle of epic proportions.  There was fire.  There was glitter.  There was hip gyrating and thrusting.  There was bare chested men.  (Yes, please!)  There were rabidly screaming fans.  There was harmony and slick dance moves.  All, in all it was a soul uplifting, heartwarming good time!

My favorite moments were when one of the band members (don't remember which one), suddenly took a long, loud snifffffffffffffffff, and said "and it smells like beautiful women here!"  I almost fell off my chair I was laughing so hard.  Another great moment was when NKOTB was hitting a long soulful note, the camera close up of his face - the drama!!!  Again, laughter ensued.  The all time best moment of the night was when a fan a little further down my row began screaming hysterically.  I looked over thinking it was one of the group of girls who came with us.  Literally screaming themselves hoarse.  Nope.  It was a man, eyes bulging, neck muscles straining, arms tightly extending, gut bellowing "Donny, I loooooooovvvvvvvve yoooouuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!"  Again, tears came to my eyes and laughter bubbled out.  The fervor of this middle aged man towards the band: priceless.  Also fun was watching the stage crew play around and have a good time.

It was, the perfect break from reality.  The perfect time out from the miserable weather we've been experiencing.  It was perfect, right up until I opened the door to my house and smelled the unmistakable stench of dog crap.  Crap.  Someone had a major (and I mean major) crap.  It took me a half hour to do a rudimentary clean.  I'll be doing the bleach water mop to get the rest.  Yuck!  Thanks dogs, I love you too...