To be truthful, that’s the main reason I could talk Carol into going. Not that she doesn’t like rodeo. She likes the rodeo almost as much as I do. In fact I’m hoping to get her to go to the Lazy E Arena the next time that the pro bull riders come to town because we both love watching the bull riders. You have to remember we were both born and raised in Oklahoma. Besides OU and OSU football, we both grew up playing basketball although I was in OKC playing sissy b-ball and Carol played in a small town where they traveled around to other towns or the other towns came to her school to play and they were a lot tougher than the city schools. The small towns eat, sleep and breathe girls basketball. I mean look at coach Sherri Coale, O.U. Women’s basketball coach. She was a scrappy and tough as nails b.baller in highschool…
But that wasn’t what you wanted to know about, I hear you saying… get on with it already, Helen…
Any of you all that have 10 or 12 year old daughters might want to try taking them to rodeos to meet the young cowboys.
Or you might want to go to try and meet ‘your’ cowboy.
There was an awful lot of ‘eye candy’'… for everyone…
Guys, girls and young’ uns. There was wranglin’ and ropin’..
And did I say cowboys?
Here they were running the cows for the wild cow milking event down to the chute.
I have to do the proviso thing… these photos are crap, but they are the best I could do with my point and shoot. The lighting was about the equivalent of shooting up the ‘rectum of an elephant’ to borrow a phrase from my baby brother. I also tried a few videos… I don’t know if I can get them to post, but I’ll try… Nope… I’ll have to do some work on figuring it out.
Ree is gonna kill me… You see, Ree is Carol’s niece. SHE and the kids are the reason I got Carol to go, well, that and we have a van that we can take her in her wheelchair. Carol’s legs don’t do very good at much walking with all her crappy discs in her back. So we went to the rodeo, got there and got Carol settled in her chair and went to looking for Ree. About the time I spotted here she was taking the older boy down for a ‘break’. I caught up with her and told her that Carol was here and where we were sitting. She came over and visited for a bit with Carol, then brought each of the kids (except for the oldest son, he was busy… you know how boys are), to say hi to their great aunt.
Aunt Carol Sue and the baby boy.
Aunt Carol Sue and the great wild burro rider.
Aunt Carol Sue and Pioneer Girl…
And last but not the least by any means… Pioneer Woman and Pioneer Girl.
