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:)