|My view from OKC to Amarillo :)|
The boys were almost more excited for the trade show than the rodeo, so that's exactly where we went as soon as we got to town. We met up with a few more friends and made our way through the many booths of saddles, stirrups, and spurs.
Before the end of the weekend, we walked through the booths more times than I can count. They have a system:
Friday: you do a quick walk through to skim the booths and see whats there. Ty is efficient as possible, you walk the outer border first, then weave through the isles.
Saturday: a more thorough walk through to compare prices and scope out the best deals on what you want. You purchase the items that you really want on this day before they are gone.
Sunday: This is the last day so you can barter a bit with the exhibitors on things. The less stuff they have to pack up and haul home, the better. All the little things that you noticed the previous two days you go back to check if they are still there and how good of a deal you can get on them. The day is not efficient at all "Oh, lets go look at that one saddle pad," "Oooh, did you see that saddle? Let's go look at it," "Lets go talk to that guy about those boots," "Oh theres a butterfly!"
Okay, just kidding on that last one, but you get the picture, Sunday is very sporadic with lots of walking around sifting through SO MANY people. Those of you who know how much I love (read: hate) shopping can imagine how much I enjoyed (read: didn't enjoy) this. But as much as I wanted to sit down, I was happy to be spending time with Ty and other friends who I hadn't got to see in way too long.
|"Halftime" entertainment. The Escamilla Brothers|
|Hard to see, but he has a big loop circling the whole horse while loping around the arena|
|Jump roping while also juming back and forth through his loop|
Along with the rodeo and trade show, we were able to go out one night and Ty even got to push me around the dance floor for the first time since May (way overdue). I can't even explain how nice it was to sit down and relax and not think about school for a weekend. I love going to these kinds of events, it reminds me that there is still good in the world. The smell of dirt, horses, and cows, the sound of clinking spurs, the way men tip their hats when introduced to a lady and there is no such thing as a stranger. I see all the little boys in their tiny wranglers and boots and spurs and hats, inducing a slight mode of baby fever. And there is something about cowboy with rough, stained hands holding their sweet babies or pushing strollers as their wives shop that just makes me smile.
Love and miss you all!
"For the word of the Lord is right and true; he is faithful in all he does. The Lord loves righteousness and justice; the earth is full of his unfailing love." Psalm 33:4-5