Another favorite is the Bucking Broncos. There are two styles, one with a saddle and another bareback. I’m not sure which is harder. It’s not a sport for the faint hearted. As one guy hobbled off the arena I whispered to hubby that his arm was hanging in the wrong spot. Hubby replied it was probably dislocated. Fun! Another guy was bucked off the back and landed right on his neck! He bounced right back up and walked off. Yet another rider was bucked and the horse kept bucking and hit his leg. It was awfully close to a tender spot that could have prevented him reproducing in the future. The announcer compared these guys to basketball players. He said all these guys got up, shook it off, and walked out of the arena and rode again the next night. If it had been a basketball player they would have been out for weeks if they had happened to sprain their pinky while riding the horses. Cowboys are tough.
But in all fairness, they may be tough but not the smartest. Next came the trailer race. Team #6 won. But as I looked, there were only five teams competing. Not quite sure where their counting failed them.
The most dangerous and adrenalin pumped event is saved for last. The best music is played and everyone sticks around just for Bull Riding. You know Bull Riding is dangerous because the clown brings out a reinforced oil drum that looks like an oversized, hollowed-out keg to hide in when the bull gets completely out of control. The bulls are only supposed to be partially out of control so no one dies or is seriously maimed, although the boys would consider that a treat. The men responsible for herding the animals back into the pen position themselves at the other end of the arena, hoping they aren’t needed. They don’t even come close to the bull until the 8 seconds buzzer is done buzzing, which is yet another few seconds. I laugh when the bulls manage to buck their rider off before the time is up. They usually chase down the rider as their revenge. We also get treated to a little known sport called Synchronized Chute Climbing when the bull lunges at everyone associated with the Bull Riding and they clear out of the way. As Bull Riding comes to an end the crowd begins to filter out to their cars. Another successful night at the rodeo. Lots of action and no major injuries except dislocated shoulders, neck sprains, hooves imprinted on body parts, and spilled snow cones.
Then I flashed back to Mesa Verde when he found a rattlesnake and I didn't believe him. Here is the proof.
Yes, that's a nasty rattlesnake. Middle Boy has the unfortunate luck of running across things that I wish the kids wouldn't find. Worse yet is that I don't usually believe him! With the Black Widow I caught myself. I realized he had the bad luck and decided that I better check it out before dismissing him with the wave of my hand. Turns out, we did have a Black Widow in the house and he did kill it. Here's that proof:
Notice the tell-tale red spot in the middle.
Why is it taped up? I had the same question. Apparently he knocked the spider outside after killing it. Then he realized that Boomer the Basset Hound might eat the dead thing. In order to protect his dog he taped the horrid thing down. Now Boomer the Basset Hound will not die of Black Widow Spider poisoning.
"Who are you going with?" as all mother's ask.
"Mumble, mumble, mumble, high school, mumble, mumble."
"So who are you going with?" I ask again, knowing the whole high school is not going to the movie with him, a lowly 8th grader.
"Mumble, high school coach paying my way, mumble."
"So who else is going?" I ask dubiously as bells and red flags are dancing feverishly in my head
"Mumble, Nate, mumble, high school, mumble"
This time I demand, "Who else is going and speak clearly."
"Nate and some kids from the weight lifting class and some others."
"So what is this about the coach paying your way in?" I still demand.
"He's paying for all the kids in the weight class."
I breathe a sigh of relief, almost. "Now, we've talked about inappropriate touching from other adults, right?"
"MOM! Yes, ooooh!"
"I just had to remind you. You need to be careful."
"MOM, I KNOW!"
"All right, you may go to the movie. Have fun!"
I got home just in time to take him to his friend's house for the movie. As he got out of the car I said, "Have fun, and remember, no touching."
Baby is the middle frog.
And while I wrote this little bit the uploader FAILED to download 127 out of 153 pictures! But they're going up now. I can cross my fingers, throw some salt behind me, knock on wood, and pray like the devil that they'll get loaded this time! And hopefully they'll stay in the sets I put them in to begin with so I don't have to ORGANIZE them later, so much time that I don't have!
I did find this cute photo of Baby in the rain.
I had the most fun of all getting to hang with my sister and talk and giggle and all the other things sisters do when together. Our husbands even got along. That's not hard to do since they're both great guys and are easy to get along with.
On July 4th we had a BBQ with some of Sister Jeni's friends. They were great and fun. I was asking about one of the family's the next day and commenting on how her two kids were beautiful. This confused my sister because both of the families have three kids, but the other family only had two, 2-year-old twin girls, present. Turns out there were three little two-year-old girls running around and since none of them ever sat still I thought there were only two! I was even helping the girls get their brownie bites. They opted to check every brownie before choosing one and if you know how two-year-olds are when outside, dirty, that put a damper on me eating brownies and I wanted some. So I kept handing them brownies and never realized there were three!
The next day we went to Elitch Gardens, used to be Six Flags. The boys had so much fun riding rides and I enjoyed myself since my stomach was on better terms that when I had visited Lagoon last month. Granted it didn't feel great after I ate 3/4 of a funnel cake and proceeded to ride the roller coasters, but it felt better later. My least favorite ride consisted of a hike up 99 steps to the top. Then when the ride was over you had to climb right back down the stairs! Not so easy after going upside down forwards and backwards! Middle Boy wanted to ride it again but I told him up and down once was all I was good for on a hot day. I probably should have ridden it 18 times to work off the Pizza Hut LUNCH that was so delectable at 4 pm.
That night we went to the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concert at the Gardens. It was Country music, not my cup of tea. But the kids liked it for a while and Hubby liked it a lot. More interesting than the concert was the game of hide-n-go-seek played by Baby and his youngest cousin down in the Mosh Pit where Moshing was NOT allowed or one would be ejected IMMEDIATELY from the Park. I think they forgot it was a Country band, not Rage Against The Machine. Baby tried to lose his cousin by running around groups of sitting mosh pit patrons. Then he'd drop to the ground in true Army fashion. As people looked under their feet and then looked around for a parent to scold, he giggled as she looked around in confusion, "Where did my cousin go?"
Sunday I got to visit some model homes. My sister wanted to show me her dream house and in the process I found a dream house! This picture and floor plan do not do it justice. It seemed like a beach house with all the big windows and open areas. Maybe one day. . .
The clincher came at lunch time today when First Born tried to ride bikes with a friend. I rearranged the garage yesterday so we could park both the Truck and New Old Car inside. Unfortunately the bikes are homeless at the moment and were left on the front lawn. I should know better, but the boys have left their bikes out before without any problem. His back tire was flat. I found the new bike pump. Bike pumps have a shelf life of about half a summer at our house. He tried to pump his bike up to no avail. Then he tried Middle Child's bike. No luck there either. Baby's bike was the only one small enough to fit in the garage last night, thank goodness! I was so angry! What devil is roaming our suburban neighborhood wreaking havoc on quiet houses and beloved bikes? Will no one come to our aid? Where are the knights in shining armor saving damsels in distress?