YeeHaw and Yipee Ki A!

Is there a better way to spell that? Please, enlighten me, a simple minded Texan...did I say Texan? I suppose I did. After all, I have lived the most years of my life here in the great country, er state of Texas. (Did you know that every morning in Texas, millions of elementary school children say a pledge to the Texas flag directly following the Pledge of Allegiance? I'll admit when I first heard that upon moving here in high school I was creeped out, but now it seems pretty fitting. Texas is pretty cool.)
Let me tell you my favorite thing of all about Texas. March. The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. It's as huge as Texas itself. We've got cowboys and girls from all over the country and the perttiest livestock you ever saw. The food, my gosh the food. A visit to rodeo just isn't a proper visit without a brisket loaded baked potato, turkey leg, funnel cake and nachos...not to mention fried okra, roasted corn on the cob and ice cream. I believe I wrote about this last year, remember? I saw the Hilary Duff concert with a most diverse group of people.
Anywho, the girls and I asked Clark out on a date last week to go to rodeo and see one of his favorites, Pat Green. As a family of four (paid tickets) we opted for the nosebleed seats. Long story short, Abby's 'apparently recurring vertigo' scored us some primo seats right four rows up from the buckin' bronco/barrel racing chute. They were awesome. The girls rocked out at the concert, our chuck wagon pick won the race and we had ice cream sandwiches. We are going again tomorrow just for the livestock show. I am truly sad to be bidding farewell to my final year of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Adios, buckaroo.


Giddyup, Cowgirl.