Rodeo

When we moved to St. George I bought us rodeo tickets so we could go to a rodeo.  I don't remember going to a rodeo when I was little.  I really wanted to go and try it out.  John teased me because I am from a small town where cowboy is ok to be.  He said I could not go with out boots and a trip to the country store so I (in my shorts and tee shirt and chaco's) went into the local IFA store.  WOW! There is a lot that goes into having a cowboy title.  Just like most things that I am actively involved in.  The womens clothing is made to be pretty but not much of it is functional.  John informed me right away that I couldn't wear mens wranglers.  That was ok by me because I don't like the fit of wranglers so I didn't need any.  It was a big struggle because boots and shorts were not going to cut it for him.  I left the store without a big buckle, boots or a hat and we went to the rodeo.  My reasoning was that at 114 degrees I only needed shorts.    It was pretty fun, a little scary and a great place to people watch. 
When we moved back up north, my theory didn't work.  I bought my first pair of boots, wranglers and a button up cowgirl shirt.  I liked my boots so much I got a second pair.  I still admit when it is hot my little piggies hate thinking that I may but them in boots but there are certain times and circumstances that it's ok. 
Tonight is one.  We are going to the "tough enough to wear pink" rodeo.  It's a big deal here in Utah that on pie and beer day everyone puts their cowboy on.  Even the mayor of Ogden will trade in his tight running shorts (that he wears around town regularly) for boots and jeans. Thanks to Brooke and Ryan for the outfit advice.  Boots and a skirt were about the limit at the rodeo.  It was a hot one.  Had a blast and watched a perfect ride:)

It's Christmas in July

Uncle Brent celebrated his birthday last week and invited us up for pie.  He was eager to get his birthday present and as soon as it arrived we all headed down in back of him.  He pulled it into the parking lot and gave it a whirl.  He is a kid at heart.  It was great to see him ride.  Now we just have to work on him wearing riding clothes.  I reminded him that he didn't have to wear a suit when he rode his bike any more.  His two years of that are over.  Happy Birthday Brent

I want to be just like you

 Gramps and M were standing in the kitchen talking.  M looks down and says don't move.  Sage had decided that he to needed to be in on the conversation and had backed up and leaned against the cabinet just like Gramps.  He started talking and putting in his two cents. 

Snuggled right up there and stood the whole time.  It was so cute and made you want to pick him up and smoochie him to pieces. 

It's the fifth of July and I'm feeling independent

Hope you all had a great fourth of July. I know I did. It amazes me what small town life can do to you. We spent our fourth of July in Malad Idaho. It's a small town just over the Utah border. The people there are great. We had a fun time. Ate until our tummies were full and then ate more. We went to the grocery store which took me back in time to the small town I grew up in. I still like going "home" even though now home isn't the same as it once was. We had our very own fire work show with fire works that were enough to scare you. We had water balloon fights and played games. My favorite thing was running onto this sign....

This is not the funniest part. It is pretty interesting.

Ho-Made Pie! Puts a whole new spin on being American and loving a bit of cherry pie, or any pie for that matter.

Sunday Grill Time

Grandpa Garcia is full of great ideas. A few weeks ago he decided that this was a fine time for grill. We all got together and had one heck of a grill. Thanks for letting us break in your new grill. Even if you didn't buy the damn grill.

I scream you scream

We all scream for Ice Cream!!! A night out to our local home made ice cream shop made us all happy. It's still around and you can find people of all ages out for ice cream. Usually there is a long line and you have to take a number to be served. Not tonight! Lucky for Bella because she was so excited for a lick. She was a well behaved dog and enjoyed being out on the town.