Let's Go to the Rodeo!

We decided to jump into this small town thing and go to the Parker County Sheriff Posse's Rodeo. Ok- this is totally up my adorable husband's alley! This is one of the many reason's he wants to raise our boys in a small town...to get into this rodeo, showing, riding,...thing. I am in for an adventure!!! While you could say I was raised in a smaller town- I have had little experience with these things called FFA, sheep, steers/heifers, manure...get the picture. Well, while we were all getting ready for the rodeo K. was so excited about wearing his boots. However, he was a bit confused, "Momma's not wearing boots?" My husband tried to explain that, "Momma does not own one pair of boots"-as he laughed. So the question of the night was, Would I ever were boots?... NO! What if they were PINK??? Hmmm...
What do you think? Me in PINK Boots??? What in the world would I wear with them? What would be next- A cowgirl hat?

So after putting on my Capri's it was off to the rodeo. Even though it is a small town rodeo, it was the PRCA Rodeo of the Year in 2004- If you don't know what that means don't worry I don't either, but it is a big deal my husband said! This was also the rodeo's 60th anniversary- now that's impressive!

I don't remember ever being this close to the action!

The K- Man was mesmerized to say the least! He would call out, "Aww Man, he got bucked off!"
We didn't know any of the cowboys riding, but as a mother I can tell you K. or B. WILL NOT BE RIDING A BUCKIN' BULL!!!! (My sweet husband told me to watch what I say!)
After watching the cowboys show off their stuff it was time for the goat scramble. That is where kids 6 years and under run into the arena and line up to chase two poor, sweet, cute goats with ribbons tied to their tails. The object is, out of about 50 kids, to be the one of two to get the ribbon off the goat's tail! My husband casually asked K. is he wanted to try...Yesss! I couldn't believe it! As they were making their way to the rail for K. to be thrown over into the mass of children I kept yelling, "If he doesn't want to do it, don't make him!!!!!" The joke was on me. He jumped over the fence and lined up looking like he had done it a thousand times. As the poor goats were let out K. took off with the rest of the wild tikes. He just laughed and ran his little heart out! When it was all over he said. "I didn't get it dad." to which my husband said, "Next year!"

(K. is the little guy with the Maroon Aggie cap and plaid shirt on!)

This is the K- Man after the run of his life. You'll get'em next year buddy!
When the rodeo was about half over we decided we better get the boys to bed, but not before looking at all the show animals. We actually saw someone we sort-of knew and K. was able to pet a sheep and steer. The animals will never be the same-Ha!
As we walked away from the small town rodeo I can actually say that I had a blast (Even without pink boots!). I know it will not be the last of my adventures with stock shows, rodeos, and manure! We stopped off at DQ to get dipped cones at about 9:45pm just to top off the evening! Gotta Love Small Towns!