Wednesday:  Cord McCoy – AKA: “The Most Darling Cowboy Ever” update

Friday:  Why teeny boppers should not be allowed to vote on American Idol: Part One

This is my version of Spring Break people.  Get excited.

Never fear…I have my list of questions and Flip Cam ready to report back to the masses!

For those of you who would like to join me, the PBR Touring Pro Division event is at 7:30pm at Resistol Arena.

Tickets are $10 for reserved seats, $25 for premium reserved ($15 students 22 yrs and under) and $40 for Bull Chutes Reserved.

Tickets are available at www.resistolarena.com and  through TicketMaster.

It’s boots and chaps.  It’s cowboy hats.  It’s spurs and LET ‘ER GO!  It’s the ropes and the reigns and the joys and the pains…and the call the thing Mesquite Rodeo.

Giddy up.

Tuesday night, I received an email from the Professional Bull Riders, Inc. inviting me to meet Cord McCoy at the Mesquite Rodeo next week!

The sound you all heard that night was my jaw dropping to the ground.

Needless to say, I am super excited.  I am going to bring a Flip Cam and video an interview with the alarmingly adorable cowboy.  Please email me questions and I’ll attempt to get to the nitty gritty about why America loves the McCoy brothers.

Off the top of my head, I’m thinking:

1.  Where does the phrase “oh my gravy” come from?

2.  What is your favorite Bachelor-related website?

3.  Why are green beans so disgusting and often smell like body odor?

Clearly, I’m going to need some help from you guys.  Sound off in the comments section or drop me an email.

Mesquite better get ready, because HERE I COME!

And this certainly helps my case:

Yes ladies and gentlemen…that is a severed snake head.  Nestled in a frozen bag of cut green beans.

Further proof that the horrid vegetable is EVIL.

(Thanks to IHGB reader Lucy for sending me this FoxNEWS link!)

Take a look:

It doesn’t get more clear than that folks.  Green beans are evil. 

Walker is so smart to recognize this when his taste buds are so young.  He’s also a rock star when it comes to other things.  Like fighting cancer. 

About four months ago, I received a Facebook message from Walker’s parents.  Missy and Chad informed us that their precious little boy had been diagnosed with a malignant Rhabdoid Tumor. 

The strength that Missy, Chad and their immediate family all possess is humbling to read.  As I complain daily about about how my knee hurts when I bend it, they are faithful that God’s plan for Walker’s life is a perfect one and are prayerful that He will perform a miracle on his little body.

When this YouTube clip was included in Missy’s latest update, I emailed her and basically said she was not expressing true Pi Phi sisterhood qualities if she didn’t let me post it on my website. 

Her only request was that I include their family website so others could be encouraged by Walker’s amazing story. 

See what I mean?  They choose to be faithful.  They choose to fight.  That’s their family way. 

Please feel free to visit www.prayforwalker.com and read about story.  Prepare to be inspired. 

And let’s all send up a little prayer for Walker…my green bean hatin’ buddy!

…laid up in the bed after a very successful surgery.  Luckily, the doctor wrote his initials on my knee again, so there was no confusion!  And I have old school stitches since the normal ones don’t dissolve in my weird body.

Thanks to everyone who sent me well wishes.  I’m here at my parents’ house being waited on hand and foot.  I have Dr Pepper, candy, grilled cheese sandwiches, Kleenex, gauze, ACE bandages and ice packs within reaching distance of both sides of the bed.  Plus–my Mama gave me a bell to ring in case of an emergency.  Of course, she can’t hear it when I ring it upstairs, but it’s the thought that counts.

And I’ve watched three Christmas movies!  Thanks to those who made suggestions in my previous post.  As usual, you guys rock!

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  I’ve declared 2010 as “The Year of Lincee.” 

Here’s to the ride!

In Pausch’s case…it was literally an opportunity to give his last lecture and leave a legacy for both his wife and three kids.

I am about a third of the way through and am already inspired.  It’s interesting to think about what it would take to achieve my childhood dreams (which is a challenge given by Pausch) and then to amp it up and consider the possibility of achieving my adult dreams.

I’m anxious to see where this journey takes me.

Yes.  Johnny Depp is sexy.  There’s no question.  NO QUESTION.  But when I saw his picture on the cover of my 2009 edition of People’s Sexiest Men Alive, I had to pause for a moment. 

Please understand that I know he is sexy.  Are we all on the same page here?  Can we all agree and acknowledge the depths of Johnny’s sexiness?

My favorite JD photo.  SWOON!

And I know that the People cover insinuates that the title is for the sexiest man alive, but traditionally, it’s really the sexiest man who made an impact in that year. 

I can think of many other sexy guys who made a bigger impression on me in 2009 and therefore, deserved the coveted cover position:

Exhibit A:

I give you Bradley Cooper.  And his eyes.  LORD HIS EYES!  But his personality makes me love him even more.

Exhibit B:

I give you Ryan Reynolds.  He’s hot and makes me laugh with his perfect comedic timing.  If I concentrate really hard, I can forget that he’s married to Scarlet Johansson. 

Exhibit C:

I give you Eric Dane.  He and Hunt are the two sexy reasons I still watch Grey’s Anatomy.   

Exhibit D:

I give you Mark Salling.  And before you judge me that he is a high school kid (on Glee) he’s actually 27-years-old.  BAM!  He’s in my age bracket!

Exhibit E:

I give you Chris Pine.  Captain James T. Kirk himself. 

What in the world People magazine?  He’s a 3-inch x 3-inch on page 154.  Are you kidding me?  This was his year.  Big oversight.  Huge. 

I’m starting the “Chris Pine” campaign for 2010. 

Who’s with me?

Since I’ve made this big announcement that I will be blogging EVERY SINGLE DAY IN NOVEMBER (what was I thinking) I am coming up a little short in the creative department this morning.  And the only thing that keeps popping into my head is what happened last week.

And it’s one of those “don’t tell anyone” categories. 

It was mildly humorous.  And since this website is all about entertaining the masses, I decided that I needed to suck it up, write it down and suffer the consequences of finger pointing and eye rolling.

Speaking of eye rolling…

For about two weeks, I’ve felt a sense of dizziness while driving to work.  I’m fine driving home, but driving to work was miserable.  My eyes would not focus.  I would rub them.  Blink them.  Check for weird foreign objects in them.  Then I wondered if my polarized sunglasses were adjusting to the recent time change and the sun being in a different position as I made my way down Highway 59.

Hey.  That’s not random.  I actually thought it.  I was hoping for anything but “you-just-turned-34-and-are-getting-old-so-get-over-yourself-and-get-some-glasses-already.”   

The morning of the second week, I became really concerned.  I pulled in to my parking garage at work, took off my sunglasses and immediately felt better.  I was convinced that they had melted in the sun and somehow warped, causing me to not be able to focus properly.

I flung them across the seat where they landed on a white piece of paper.

And that’s when I noticed that a lens was missing from the left eye socket.

Feeling pretty stupid?  Of course.  Excited that I’m not going blind?  You betcha. 

It’s sort of like the times when I attempt to use my key-less car entry to get in the door of work.  I will sit there for a good 10 seconds clicking the button at the door knob, wondering why it won’t open.  Sadly, I’ve done that on more than one occasion. 

I blame it on the headaches I’ve developed in the morning from trying to focus in my left socketless sunglasses. 

Please tell me you know what I’m talking about.  This happens all the time, right?  RIGHT?

I know it says Okra chips in this picture, but if you notice to the left, the sign clearly reads “green bean chips.”  Someone who was mentally incapacitated for a brief moment, picked up this monstrosity and studied the contents, only to be grossed out and replaced the disgusting item back in the okra section. 

Green bean chips.

How can someone take something as good and wholesome as CHIPS and screw it up by slapping green beans in the recipe?   

Seriously.

Thanks to IHGB reader Stacey who sent this picture from her phone.  I admit that I threw up a little in my mouth when I opened it, but it did not hinder me from making my voice heard on my website.

Stop the madness people.  So help me if I ever see green bean ice cream…