Summer fun

I meant to post this a while ago, but once again life grabbed me by the balls (ovaries?) and refused to let go.  So, there are a lot of things to talk about.  I'll try to keep it fairly brief.

The husband and I went to see the Blues Travelers in concert a few weeks ago.  They were amazing (of course they were.  They're always amazing).  We went with another couple.  We got there a few minutes early, and took our places up front and center- standing only.  We stood there for about an hour before my husband noticed me fidgeting.  This is a sure sign that I'm in pain and need to find a seat immediately.  I was going to ignore it because I didn't want to ruin anyone's night (I know, I know, but I like to accommodate people), but my husband told the other couple we were finding seats and directed me toward the section of open bleachers.  I found me a good husband :)

When we sat down the woman we were with said she was grateful we found seats because she had to sit down.  She explained that she has a chronic pain condition, and had reached that same point that I had reached.  From that point until the end of the night we discussed the trials and tribulations of dealing with chronic pain.  It was nice to have someone to talk to that really understood my pain, and she was right there in front of me!  We had a blast.

I paid for it the next day, but the concert was well worth it.

I had a cousin that graduated in June.  We went to her party and had a great time hanging out with my family.  One of my cousins and I have a long-standing feud where we try to do mean things like push each other in pools and stuff.  I pushed him in a pool once years ago and he's never really made me pay for it... at least not yet.  I fully expect to be thrown into a pool any time he's around.  He could easily pick me up and throw me.

So, I was joking around with him and he was picking on me at the party.  Finally I got annoyed enough to try and get him to stop.  I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground.  That was all well and good- until he took me down by the bad ankle.  I'm grateful he was properly trained to perform that move, because I would have been in a much worse situation had he not been, but it HURT!  I know I deserved it, and I don't blame him in the slightest for doing it, but it took at least a week for me to be able to put weight on it again.  UGH!  What can I say?  It's the summer!