A rodeo interlude
I remembered Father’s Day about halfway through our visit to the rodeo. The announcer was saying something about Father’s Day, and I gasped, turned to OmegaDad, and whimpered, “I’m sorry! I forgot! Happy Father’s Day!”
He grinned.
He spent the morning painting. I took the dotter off swimming to keep her out of his hair. Then, when we returned, we all loaded into the car and headed off to the rodeo.
My first.
So we saw calf-roping:
Barrel racing (some of those horses were damned fast!):
Bucking broncos:
And bucking steers (only three of the competitors stayed on for the requisite eight seconds!):
I had a grand time–I think I had a better time than OmegaDotter. She did like the rodeo clowns, though. The problem was that she didn’t get to see the horsies up close and personal.
However, there were the concession stands. One of which was selling pink cowboy hats. Which, of course, the dotter wanted. Which was mommy’s “yes”. So now the dotter is a completely outfitted cowgirl–she has the pink cowboy boots, the pink roping rope, and the pink cowboy hat.
Ahem.
Anyway, we had to have her dress up in the entire outfit once we got home, so we could take some pics. (You may or may not notice in that picture of her and me on the porch combing her hair, but that right arm? See that hint of muscle? I am so proud of that hint of muscle! Let me note, however, contrary to how super-duper it all sounded in my previous post, there is still plenty of flab, it’s just that there’s a small knot of muscle underneath the flab. I figure about eight more weeks, and the flab may have tightened up to a mere nothing. Perhaps. Let’s not bank on it, and I’m not going to post another thing about exercise until four more weeks have passed.)
Anyway, so here is the dotter in all her glory, the pink cowgirl par excellence:
And here she is, with her “horse”, roping her “calf”:
I hope everyone’s had a grand weekend. My next post is going to be “All Boxed In” or something similar. Grrr.
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