How do I get myself into these situations?!

*I'm sorry this is so far behind - the video was intregal to the story & I couldn't get it to download at my stupid house!*

So I was minding my own business Wednesday night taking a lovely little cat nap after work. And I hear this quiet voice say, "Hey.... hey..." I was like, "WHAT?!"

Brad-"Robert's got extra tickets to the tractor pull tonight. Wanna go?!" Me-"No."

Brad-"It starts at 7:30." Me- "What time is it now?!" Brad-"6:30" Me-"No."

Brad-"C'mon, he told me to tell you to come." Me-"I don't like tractor pulls."

Brad-"Oh, you'll have fun. Robert wants you to come!" Me-"UGHHHHHH!"

Ok-so here's the thang. This 'Robert' person he is using to guilt me into going is the same 'Robert' person that gave Lora & I those Vera Bradley purses for Christmas. And we all know I have a soft spot in my heart for purses. And I felt like it was the least I could do. I mean, if the man wants me there, who am I to deny him that?!

So I got my butt outta bed & tried to put in my contacts. 'Tried' is the key word. My soaking solution is pure peroxide for 6 hours. Then it neutralizes & turns into saline. So they'd been soaking for maybe an hour. Uh, how's that gonna work? So I tried to rinse them off. Again, 'tried'. I didn't get them rinsed good enough & my eyes.were.on.fire! They started gushing gallons of tears outta them. (My eyes are smarter than me & they said, "What the hell are you doing to us? We gotta get these burning discs out!") The whole inside & outside of my eyes turned red. It was quite the scene. I should've taken pics but I didn't have time. It was 6:30, the pull started at 7:30 & it takes an hour to get there.

We finally got there & found our seats. And they were at the end of the big dirt trail. I have not been to a tractor pull since I was 17. Told ya I didn't like them... And I had NO clue what the purpose was. Who went the fastest? Uh-no... Who pulled the big weight thingie the farthest...Robert had enough tickets for Brian & Lora & their kiddos to go too! Cole gave it his stamp of approval. (Isn't he too cute in his glasses?!)The pull is in Freedom Hall. Our seats were where you would sit if you were sitting behind one of the goals. So those tractors came straight for us!

Two things I want you to notice in the video. #1-how the tractor is off its front 2 wheels almost the whole time! #2-How it's coming straight.at.us!

And this was my natural reaction as the tractors were blaring down the dirt coming to kill us.

AND they failed to tell me that in our prime viewing location, we would also be pelted with dirt. Well, the guys were thrilled about this occurrence. Lora & I? Not so much. Brady loved showing me the dirt that flew up on us!

And this is all the dirt that collected on the floor.

Our buddy, Robert, is a popular guy at the farm show. The Syngenta people (they are a chemical company he gets chemicals from & then sells them to us) sponsored the pull that night. And they had a vip room & Robert got us wristbands to go in there. It's in one of those 'boxes' at Freedom Hall. They had (free) food & drinks for everyone who had access. So we hung out in there for a bit. They were starting the 'modified' class & it's the 'no holds barred' tractors. It's really, really loud. And the engines are huge!

This was our vantage point from the vip room. You can really get a good look of the big weight thingie they're pulling. AND, you can hear how loud these tractors were. And don't forget, we were in a glass enclosed room.

The back wheels come to an abrupt stop & it causes the dirt to spin out behind them & creates nice little piles.

Cole suckered his dad into buying him some cotton candy!

And these dudes don't mess around. Their tractors are all painted up professional style!

And I found it interesting that they have to take the tiles out of the middle of the ceiling because the tractors exhausts are so powerful, it will knock the ceiling tiles out. Hmm, another little tid bit they failed to tell me before they got me there. (And while we were there, we did see insulation fall out of the ceiling...)

So here's the moral of the story. Even though I don't like tractor pulls - I went. So now I have leverage to say, "Hey! I went to that stupid tractor pull even though I hated it!" See, I'm always thinkin'!!