Rodeo Time

So it's Rodeo time again. My (least) favorite time of the summer. And my dad even got us my (least) favorite seats--the cowboy bleachers!! That's where you actually see the guys cowboy up right under your feet. The bleachers shake and slide everytime a gate is thrown open and the bulls stare at you as they're led back to their pens. I actually used to have nightmares the night after rodeo because I could feel my bed shake and I was just sure there was a bull under there. I can only imagine what Mallory's going to be dreaming as her little brothers shake and slide on the bunk below her. Well, we're downstairs and can't hear a thing, so I suppose Dad will once again have to figure out what to tell a little girl whose conscious thought patterns are so far lost to a wild bronco that's after her. Ok, so maybe my daughter is more well adjusted than me... we'll just have to see. The fun part is the shopping beforehand. I took the hat Michael got me last year, but I guess since I hadn't worn it since last year he must have decided I didn't need a new one. The nerve! Mallory got a cute pink hat, but not with any of the flowers, feathers or girly frills. Just a good little cowgirl hat. Morgan got a new cap gun and some bullets, but had them confiscated after the first round. Matthew chose a blue pocket knife. It's really not the knife of most 7 year olds, but he does use them responsibly and has been doing a little research on the purchase of one. I think the lady selling them was even a bit nervous, but he's been good so far. I'll count his fingers in the morning. And Morgan's. I was sitting by one of my high school teachers, whose son was my age and was steer wrestling tonight. He showed up in the opening flag ceremony with his daughter, probably about two years old. My teacher didn't really start breathing until the little gal was back on the ground. I think maybe he didn't tell her he was going to do that. She was having a hard enough time with the seats. (See comments above.)

Well, very little to update on the house. Randy was having problems with his truck and Matt was having problems with poison oak, so we mowed and cleared out some of the ditch this morning, and I think the electrician tinkered around a little more tonight. Drywall may be going up soon. It's really hard to keep up on the days I have to go to the bakery. Darn job really gets in my way sometimes! Michael says he really does know how I feel. Yeah, ok.

Anyway... Morgan turns 6 tomorrow. That means no one in my family is required to be in a car seat. Oh, the freedom, but oh, how big my babies are!! But it's nearing midnight and I can't think of anything else that can't be posted tomorrow, so I'm off to bed! Goodnight!!