Night at the Rodeo
We went to the rodeo a while ago; though, we are not really rodeo kinda people. I used to ride horses, but it was much more “let’s put on this pretty blue blazer and french braid our hair to jump over white picket fences” instead of “how about we get a big’ ole belt buckle and a cowboy hat and see who can destroy their vertebra fastest”. However, in the interest of family fun not in front of a movie screen, we went to the rodeo. One of us dressed the part.
I did not bring my tripod and it was getting dark so there are very few shots of the animals. The ones I do have are BLURRY. Photos or not–the horses were gorgeous and the cowboys were the only ones getting injured.
Our sweet boy was concerned each time someone got bucked off, but cheered the loudest when the horses came through the gate. That kid is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma .
He was so excited to go run with the kids after the calf during (what is it called? Not half time, intermission?) but would not let me hand him over the fence to the nice man so he could be in the ring. Have I mentioned two is kicking my butt? Here are other kiddos tormenting a calf by trying to get the ribbon off of its tail. Everyone knows if you are going to torment a calf you should at least be able to eat some veal when you are finished. (Kidding!….sorta.)
Tantrums or not, we all had a great time, and I imagine we will be right back here again next year.
Operation clean off my camera will continue tomorrow with baby pictures so cute they will melt your ovaries. If you do not have ovaries then, well…it is just a cute kid.
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Remember when I went to New Orleans? Like a month ago? I finally got around to uploading some of my pictures. We had such a good time. Really, not a single thing could have been better. I really enjoyed my Nikon and new lens on the trip, so without turning this into a dorky photography blog, check out some of my shots at the montage below. Many of them are just your normal touristy shots, “Look! A Mule!”, but without being too braggy–some of them are pretty good, I guess. In a non-braggy way of course.
Never been to Nola? You should totally go, watch and you will get a pretty good feel of how to spend a few days–unless you like bars. Or Bourbon street. Or Voodoo. So basically this is how two goody two shoes would see Nola. Notice the only shots with me are blurry and in a mirror? Some good things happen when you are the photographer. Enjoy. Please comment and let me know what you think.
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1. Up is a darn fine movie. I give it four great big shiny stars….unless you are under the age of seven. If you are under the age of seven, then first off, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be over here instead? Secondly, Up is much too scary for you. And too sad. Really it is just a whole year’s worth of therapy sessions you will have to pay for later in life, and you don’t need that, you should be cushioning your IRA instead. Then maybe you can help pay for The Son’s therapy because his parents took him to see this movie, and he spent 120 minutes asking if it was “real scary” or “pretend scary”, or if those were good dogs or bad dogs, or if that old lady was sick, or…. Yeah, it is not a good movie for a preschooler.
2. If you feed your family a dinner of popcorn served in a washtub, a bag of Reese’s Pieces which needs its own zip code, and a coke big enough for Michael Phelps to do laps in–you are probably going to have to ingest nothing but sprouts and glacier water for a month to make up for it.
3. You should be prepared to hear comments when you go into public wearing a bikini top with jeans, such as “Mama, she needs to put on a shirt to cover up her Nur-Nurs!”
4. Just because a stuffed gorilla wearing a captain’s hat and named Tennille has been in your two year old’s room since birth does not mean all of a sudden it is not scary. It could even be considered so scary the gorilla must be removed from the premises before any sleeping can take place.
5. My son is a swimming prodigy. He is going to get bumped up to the guppy class from the seahorse class because he can blow bubbles and kick at a four year old level. I am currently making room for his gold medal in my china cabinet.
6. We belong to a supper club and one of its goals is to let the hostess each month show off her culinary skills. We are hosting it at our house on Friday night and I have absolutely no intention of cooking. Isn’t that is the purpose of take out?
7. The Husband and I have found a new show on Hulu and love it, even though it is completely sadistic.
8. Shoeshe spent the weekend with us and The Son has not stopped asking when she is coming back since she left. She also would not give me her cute flip flops with Alma Mater’s logo even though we are the same size and she can totally buy a replacement pair because she WORKS there.
9. My new dentist is freaking gorgeous. Like movie star gorgeous, and even though my taste runs much more towards the adorable computer geek genre, I hate he always sees me with a blue paper bib around my neck.
10. Today tickets were purchased for The Son and I to fly to New York and Pennsylvania with my parents AND grandparents for the second leg of the farewell tour. I am actually very excited to be going, yet, certain I need to pack my crazy pills.
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