Food and Fights.

What is it with people wanting to fight my husband?

This time, it was a 45(ish) year old lady.

To paint you a picture of her. . . .

Bleached blonde hair (sprayed stiff), a tight leapord shirt,

and way too much make-up. (She was not hot.)

So we decided on Saturday to go to the Cheesecake Factory.

It was crazy busy. We were told it was an 80+ minute wait.

So Jordan and I decided to wait for a table in what is the

bar area, which is better for us, cause then we could

watch the Jazz game too.

So we waited, and waited, for about 30-45 minutes,

and no one had left.

There was a cute little family (mom, dad, and little girl) ahead of us

who had been waiting what they said for over an hour.

There were probably three couples waiting behind us

as well, this place was way too busy!

So finally a table looks like it is going to become available.

A man behind us, who hadn't been waiting more

than 10 minutes with his sleeze wife walks over and stands behind the

bar. As the ladies from the table start to stand up, he

rushed to the table and took a seat, then wife makes her way through

the croud and sits down as well.

Now me and Jordan were fine, just thought that was rude,

but the poor little family who had been waiting for so

long looked devistated, even crushed that those people would do

such a thing. Jordan isn't going to have that. So he tells

the family to follow him, and they will get their seat.

They approach the couple, and they could care-less that

they took the little family's table. They told Jordan if he can find

where it is written that they had to wait behind us all, then they'd

move. . . . Luckliy, another table came open at that

moment, and the family thanked Jordan, and took their

seats. Then, another table, right next to the rude couple for us.

I walked over, while the lady was still sharing her thoughts

with Jordan. . . . . She says,

".....and this is why I hate mormons" (still don't get that one)

"You're only ever be worth 10 dollars an hour" (hmmmm, i beg to differ)

"I am going to make your night miserable" (I laugh)

Waiter says: "Can I help you miss?

Leopard Lady: "I'll take a water, and please get him a muzzle."

(Him, being Jordan, who can I say wasn't saying a word.)

Jordan did a good job and not talking back, and just taking her

nonsense, I could tell he wanted to say something back soooooo bad!

But he knows I get a bit embarrassed, and did not.

It was a pretty comical night.

Jumped

My husband was jumped.

Tuesday night, Jordan had a soccer game.

It was at 10:40, too late for me, so I stayed home.

I fell asleep, and about 12:30 Jordan comes home.

I was asleep on the couch

(I hate sleeping in our bed when Jordan isn't there)

and Jordan turns on the light and tells me what happened. . .

(I'll do my best to explain what Jordan told me happened.)

They were playing their game,

and everyone was talking some trash.

There was probably things neither team should have said,

probably some harsh words exchanged but it's

a soccer game, and can be expected. . .

From what i understood, it was a rough played game.

Jordan scores the winning goal.

(at least something good came with that cracked face)

Jordan and a couple teammates headed out together to there cars,

and then about 4 or 5 players from the other team shortly followed,

started asking for Jordan's teammate who had already left,

who supposedly hit their player during the game.

Jordan told them to chill out, he was gone, then they turned to walk away.

The kid turned around and hit Jordan from behind!

They took Jordan's bag, and took off.

The cops were called, the guy was caught, handcuffed,

and brought back to the gym where they play. . .

I felt so terrible! This poor husband looked to be in so much pain!

I asked if I could take a picture, but understood if he

didn't want me to get any kind of entertainment from this tragic

moment, I understood.

I can't believe it happened.

So sad, poor Jordan.

He went to sleep holding a pack of frozen corn on his face.