Who's your daddy?

It was back to the rodeo for us last night - the kids had been begging Daddy to get tickets, and boy did he deliver! Four seats on the posh Club Level on Toby Keith night! (Hubby's position at work does have its nice perks.) We saw some great rodeo action - had some good laughs - and watched a great concert. During the bull-riding competition they brought out an apprentice rodeo clown to give him his first try in the barrel (a dangerous position, indeed). He worked the barrel for the last three bull riders, and even got a tumble when a bull knocked him over and rolled him a bit! At the end of that round we got to meet this apprentice clown - it was Matt Lauer from The Today Show!! Too funny!

As always, the crowd thickened at it got closer to concert time. A man and his well-endowed girlfriend sat behind us, and when Toby Keith started singing she stood up with her beer in hand and danced. I worried for Little Son's safety. She was either going to spill her beer on him, or one of her boobs was going to fall out of that tube top and knock him upside the head. I had to keep a close eye on him.

It was Salute to the Armed Forces Night, and everyone was feeling quite patriotic. Toby Keith put on a great show, and towards the end he sang American Soldier and the whole crowd was on their feet. And that's when it hit me. Or rather, SHE hit me. The lady behind me whacked me on my hat. I turned around and she snatched it off my head and handed it to me, saying, "You need to show respect for your country!" She was holding her own hat over her heart. I stuck my hat back on my head - bad hat hair under there - and said to her, "He's not singing the National Anthem!" Then I turned around and continued enjoying the show. Toby segued right into Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue and the crowd went wild singing along. Miss Boobs tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned around she was right in my face saying, "Do you disrespect your country??" After I caught my snap from the buzz I got off her breath, I stuck my finger in her face and said, "I have a son in the military, so GET OUT OF MY FACE!" For the rest of the song I ignored her. And then we left. The kids had troubled looks on their faces, because they had heard the whole exchange, so I hugged them and said,

"Hey, it's OK! WHO'S YOUR MAMA??"