A Rodeo and Rodeo Drive are two completely different things

I went to a rodeo last night. If you know me, you know I am not a big rodeo fan. This stems from deep within my childhood. A childhood that I will forever be traumatised from. You see, when I was young my parents would drag my little sister and me to the rodeo every year...IN MATCHING BLUE PLAID MOTHER OF PEARL SNAP UP WESTERN SHIRTS.

No not just the two girls, the whole family. All four of us moseying into the rodeo looking like a reverse Addams Family. 364 days out of the year, my mom and dad dressed like the city folks we are. But for one day out of the year, they both put on cowboy hats, boots and whatever other accessories they could find at the Western Tack shop (is that what they are called?) and off we would go.

~Please do not think I am slamming any of you who are true cowboys, and/or live that lifestyle. I have many friends/relatives who do. It is just not for me.

I wish I could find a picture of us with those shirts on, but I am sure I burned them in a fit of teenage angst.

So off we went last night with our free tickets courtesy of R's boss (thanks Frank!). I called my mom at the last minute to see if she wanted to go with us. Her voice lit up like a sparkler! "Come pick me up!" she said.

Halfway through the event, while I enjoyed my cup of fresh strawberries - minus the cream - my mom turns to me and says "Too bad you didn't call me last week to invite me. I would have had time to get hats and shirts."

Too bad indeed.

De-Lurk Day!

Okay, here's the deal.

I know way more people are reading this blog than are making comments. I want to know who you are! Then I can go to your blog and make a comment to you. And all will be right in the world.

I will even make it really easy for you. Just answer my one question. But it is a really important one.

There are days, weeks even, where no one comes to my home. I don't get people that just "stop by to say hi" hardly ever. Mainly it is only people from the church for their various "churchy duties".

I want to know if I am the only one like that. (I will decide which avenue of therapy I should choose from your answers - no pressure). So here is your question that you MUST answer...


How many visitors do you get in your home on the average week?





~Now that I read back on this, that may not be the best question to ask, since I sound rather pathetic, boring and dull. SO if you DO know me, besides answering my question, make a comment about how amazingly amazing I really am.

Thanks!


Maybe I could even get up to 20 comments. I will be using all the powers of The Secret for this one.

---UPDATE: The Secret works! 24 comments not including my own! And a whole slew of new people (friends)!!

Third Wheel

If ever there was a picture that summed up my entire high school experience... 

This would be it.

Sunrise, Sunset

Please excuse me while I brag, reflect and pay tribute for a moment...

The Princess graduated from 6th grade on Friday.  It was very bitter sweet for me.  I am so proud of the lovely young lady she has become, but I can't help miss the little girl she used to be.  I miss being the number one thing in her life at all times.  Now I'm number one on special occasions that usually include driving her to the mall.

She is truly an amazing girl.  Everywhere I go, people tell me how incredible she is.  I of course take full credit for that.  (as if)  Actually in spite of my Lee Press On skills as a parent, she is turning out to be everything I would have ever wanted her to be.  I will have to give R the credit for many of her great talents.

She came home with the 6th grade award for "Most likely to become a business woman".  Of course she did. She started her first business at age 4.  It was called the "Snap & Nap" pillow and she guaranteed that it would help you nap quickly.  She made up fliers and everything. And made quite a bit of money.

So even though I embarrass her all. the. time.  And I mainly get eye-rolls and The Look followed by "Moooom, stop".  I couldn't be happier being her mom.  She is my greatest gift.