On rodeos

I LOVE rodeos! It's my gas station hot-dog--one thing about me that's true but somewhat inconsistent with the rest of my personality. I'm not really an animal fan. I definitely do not like horses. I hate riding horses. I don't hang with the normal cowboy, western sort of crowd. I would choose to live in a big city over living in the country. And yet, I love rodeos.

Rodeos are summertime. A warm night, a sunset, nothing else to do. Crowded into uncomfortable bleachers, announcer making bad jokes, the skill of the cowboys, the unpredictability of the animals. I just love it. And don't even get me started on mutton bustin!

This pic is from the Days of 47 Rodeo in Salt Lake last summer. You can't see it, but I'm wearing my Texas belt buckle. I've also got on my Wrangler shirt with pearly buttons (from the boys section at DI, of course).
I'm thinking about rodeos today because Ben and Blake are at the Lehi Round-up Rodeo tonight. They're there right now. I miss them both and am jealous they got to see each other AND go to a rodeo. Have fun guys!