Kenny Chesney in Southaven?? Yes, Please!!

Let me tell you about our night on the town...
Like most of DeSoto County last night, I went to see Hott Stuff, I mean Kenny Chesney, and Billy Currington at the Snowden Amphitheater.  Mikey and I went with Kim and her husband Jeff. Well, the concert was great and I have scars to prove. Yes. Scars.  I'll get to that later.
First, let me start by saying that my husband was very reluctant to go see Kenny Chesney, because of course, "He's Gay." (Like most men, Mikey thinks that any man his age who is more attractive than he is and/or who obviously works out and has a better body than he does, and/or who can sing and dance better than he can, is, and I quote, "Gay".) Well, I was stoked about going, and Mikey later became excited.....to see Billy Currington.  Yea. When we got the tickets (Thank You, Kim!) the only "seats" available were in the grass....which means NO seat. (and no,you couldn't bring your own either) Thankfully the screens on either sides of the stage were large enough for us to see him and his fine self. Both of them. We got to see all of Uncle Kracker's gig (which was my least favorite) and only about 1/3 of Billy Currington b/c the lines for drinks and the bathroom were increably long. Speaking of lines, it is absolutely amazing where a smile and a nice complement can get you. :)...unless of course, the line is full of girls. Then they get you absolutely no where. Just sayin'.
Kenny comes on last and blows us away! Ah! Such fun...even if he looked like a 5 year old from where I was standing. And my husband, the one who "doesn't care for" Kenny, was singing louder than him. Yes. In my ear. .BUT we all had a good time and enjoyed the show.

Now. Here's my lesson learned. We (Mikey, Jeff, and I) were going to the bathroom. (this is only one of our 8 trips) Mikey was leading, I was following, and Jeff was behind me. Well, Mikey is going so stinkin' slow down the 5 millions steps, it seems, so I say "I'll lead", actually, I'm sure I yelled it, but that is irrelevant at this point. I push to get in front of Mikey thinking I am going to magically part the crowd and stroll down the center of the aisle. I was too caught up in my (demanding and inpatient) thoughts, that I was oblivious to the steps right in front of me. I mean immediately in front of me. (and I had not even had that much to drink!) Well, I don't even know what really happened, but I could've sworn that I was running on air!! And this is NOT a fun feeling b/c I knew I had to come down and it was not going to be good!! Especially w/ my wedge sandals, landing on two feet was not going to happen. And it didn't. Mikey is steadily saying something like "Stop".... but again, the thoughts. (this time they were more like "Oh $h!t!!)  Well, I come down, very quickly, and land on my knees. Yes. Both of them.  I was too pissed at this point b/c this is just stalling us longer from getting to the bathroom. I get up, make sure my dress is down (and thank God, it was), and keep trucking right along. Mikey says "See, I told ya!" Really? Do I see? Not only do I see, but I freakin' FEEL it!!  Poor Jeff doesn't know what to do.  So he marches right along like nothing ever happened. lol
I woke up this morning around 3:00 to aching knees. I get up, go to the bathroom and look down. Yea. Skin is open, huge knot on my left knee, both are bruised purple and green, covered in dried blood, and very, very tender. I have pictures to show, but I will not be posting them.... Your eyes and my eyes may not see the same thing. :) lol It is true, but the size of the bruises and terrible, terrible open flesh, is about the size of a quarter. But, nonetheless, they are hurt.  :)
So, the lesson? Never listen to the sassy thoughts that cute wedge sandals put in your head. They will take you no where but down. Literally.

10 Things About Me!

10  Things About Me

1. I am a Respiratory Therapist (and only work 2 nights a week) ....and how I ended up doing this, I have absolutely no idea.

2.  Claussen Pickles and Sour Patch Kids make up my favorite snack!

3. I absolutely LOVE doing arts and crafts of any sort.

4. I have 4 dogs. Yes, 4.  Tater and Lucy are Chiuauas, Brody is an English Mastiff, and Archie is a Boxer. They are my children and I love them dearly.

5. I like to knit. I can only make scarves, blankets, and hats....and I'm not too great at it, but I love it.

6. My husband tells me at least once a week that I'm a 60 year old woman in a young girls body.  :) He married me anyway.

7. I feel skinny when I'm tan. 

8. I ran the St. Jude half Marathon in December of 2010.

9. You will almost NEVER see me in public with my hair up.... My ears are the size of satellites.

10. I am very, I mean VERY opinionated. Don't ask if you don't want to know, because I will tell you exactly what I think. And no, I don't think this is a character flaw :)

And.......Action!

Well, I thought I'd make my very first blog an introduction and warning to the things you could possibly read on my page.

I started this thing, my "blog", because my husband's cousin (and I frequently call her MY cousin because it's easier to explain, and well,we're family so it really doesn't matter to which side she belongs) Kim suggested it to me. She thought I should try to capture and post the many random moments that that occur on a regular basis at our house...but of course we don't consider them random at all, more of a way of life.

If I somehow mess this 'blog' thing up in any way, forgive me. I'm just learning what a blog is and have no idea how to put this crazy thing I call life into words for you to understand. (and more importantly, a way that doesn't make me seem THAT crazy and disoriented)

So, having said that, I'll begin with a little info on me, Jennifer McCrory. I am very opinionated, extremely sarcastic, I have a good heart, it just takes a while for you to see it. I'm small, but let me tell you, the saying is true. Dynamite comes in small packages! I like to think I can handle my own.

I met my husband, Mikey, in January of 2006 via a blind date. Yes, BLIND DATE! I had never seen him, talked to him, heard anything about him (and he hadn't about me either) the night we met. I worked as a pharmacy tech. while I was in college and one of my frequent customers randomly called and asked if I was interested in meeting her brother-in-law. After her description, I couldn't refuse. Well, thankfully he wasn't half bad! He seemed normal, looked decent, kinda funny, had a job and a house,so he didn't live with Mommy, and he paid is own bills....sounds great right? Well, for once, it was. One thing led to another, and (long story short) after 4 years of dating, he proposed. And we lived happily every after.

Now. Mikey. I'm not sure where to even begin with him. Umm. He is a character, and that's putting it nicely. (I'm pretty sure bad language is discouraged) He is outgoing, unlimited, outspoken, wild, LOUD, crazy, opinionated, and a bit ridiculous sometimes.  Although he is all of those things, he is also a very loving, dependable, and caring family man.  He is everything I need (and sometimes more than I can handle) in a husband.

The Blog name, McCrory by Marriage, is a perfect title, and you'll see why with every post.

Most of my 'Blogs' will originate or focus on Mikey, no doubt. He is definitely entertaining. While Mikey is the funny, laid back, fun guy, I am the sarcastic, uptight, beautiful (of course I HAD to add that in) responsable girl.  We are a perfect balance most of the time, but other times. Geez. Well, not so much.... and you'll hear all about it! We like to have fun...you'll never know what to expect on here, especially when pictures are added...so consider this a warning! :)

(and FYI, Mikey is not a big fan of me blogging only because he knows there will be things on here that he may not find as humerous as I do )....BUT you can NOT make this stuff up!)

Mikey and I on our Wedding Day

March 20th, 10