Sunday, June 3, 2012

On Rodeos and Dancing

~Friday night was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. Why? Well, as you may have guessed from the title, I went to a rodeo. And not just some random rodeo - Silver Spurs, with two of my best friends.

Performance-wise, it was a little disappointing. The first several cowboys in the steer roping didn't even try. The first several in steer wrestling missed their steers completely. The barrel racers didn't even get under sixteen seconds - they all still did great, but it was a bit of a let down. But, on the other hand, this is coming from a girl in skater shoes with bright neon blue laces.

Still, just being there was fantastic. My back still hurts from sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands are still slightly numb from all the clapping, and my voice is definetly still raw from the screaming and cheering.

(I do have to say - in the junior division of the bull riding, the second kid to go did better than a lot of the men. All I could do was watch with my mouth wide open and count the seconds, growing more and more baffled with each one. When it got to eight, I was like, Okay, you can let go any time now...)

~Saturday night was a celebration! One about graduation. (No, not mine. Still a little early for that.) Some pretty awesome people - such as Christine Subramanyam, who's always full of hugs and sarcastic remarks, Aaron Splitter, my best friend's older brother and a great guitar player, and Miguel Flores, Alyx's-best-friend's-older-brother (whew, mouthful) and a fantastic writer - are leaving homeschool. But not home, hopefully. And, if they continue on to college, not school, either. Kinda backwards, huh...?

Anyhoo, the age requirement for the dance afterwards was fourteen, and since I had a ton of friends graduating, I had no right excuse to miss it. And, as now-fourteen-year-old-Alyx's sister, I was commanded to. So yeah, I went and did the watch-and-mock, which, according to my friend who was trying absolutely everything to get me to dance and win his five-dollar bet, is now a dance. Ha. But seriously, I don't dance.

~Charli Rae |Job 39:19-25|
{ps--since we're almost half-way through the year (holy cow!), here's an update on my listy-thinger-ma-bob. 1 is coming along quite nicely, as are 6, 7, 17, and 18. everything else... ha.}

10 comments:

  1. Hahaha... The "watch-and-mock"... I'll have to remember that. ;)

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  2. Cool! You went to a rodeo! Why did you not tell me this? ;)
    Anyway love your post as always. Sorry, I chickened out on the dance.

    -Kate :D

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    1. Didn't I? I thought I did. Oops. And it's fine, though I was looking for you. :P

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  3. i had fun doing the Watch-and-mock with you :D and i think #20 on your list is happening more (or at least i have seen you in more skirts than i can ever remember, but then again, it is me remembering lol :D)

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    1. Is it? I think I've only... woah. Actually, yeah. I've worn skirts almost ten times in the past six months. Weird...

      And thanks for Watch-and-Mocking with me. 'Cause I know you sooo wanted to dance. ;)

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  4. #18, I have that problem too. Assuming is so much easier than studying.

    Next year at our graduation dance, I am going to get you to dance! Maybe I'll tell Josiah to ask you to swing dance (of course, I will be a total hypocrite and sit gothicly in the shadows the whole night...)

    -Bre

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  5. Ha. If I dance, darlin', I'm forcing you to endure the torture with me!

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  6. My dancing is awful. I love it though...ha. Sorry the rodeo show was a disappointment, but glad you had fun. :)

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    1. It's probably not half as bad as you think. ;)

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