Slap That Little Bull In The Face!

Well, as much as I enjoyed dodging millions of raindrops and watchin' all those cowboys try to hang onto their bulls, last night, I decided to forego the same for tonight and catch up on some much-needed computer time. I was just the littlest bit relieved when my good hubby-buddy's friend showed up and wanted to go to the rodeo with him, instead of me havin' to go.

Oh, I know I would have enjoyed it, had I gone. And I always like spending any kind of time with my good hubby-buddy, but three days of non-stop Going is just a little more than I can handle, anymore. 'Course, when Hubby-Buddy came home maaaaaaannnny long hours later, I was doubly glad that I had stayed away.

We used to live about a mile from a bull-rider's school and I got to spend lots of hours (translate that to read Years) watching all those little cowboys learn how to stay on their bulls. No, no! I'm not being disrespectful by talkin' 'bout all the little cowboys.

Until my first invitation to watch the training, I would've thought that was disrespectful, too. Truth is, though, that some of those cowboys can barely see over a full-size sheep. Imagine being that small and going face-to-face with a bull-calf?

Yuh, sure; a calf may not seem that big to you, but how would you feel being told to slap a full-size bull in the face? What?!? You didn't know that was part of the bull-rider's training? Oh, yeah! They hafta' slap their bull in the face to try and get him to lunge at them.

From there, they work their way up, until eventually the cowboy gets to sit on that critter. Yaaaaaay! And you have no idea how much courage it takes summa' those ol' boys, before they reach that point. Certainly not something I'd ever wanna' do.

So, the next time you watch the bull-rides on TV, from the safety of your living room, think about the little boy who chose to ride those bulls so many years ago. Then, say a prayer for his safety. It may have been his choice, but he can still use the help. That's a lotta' bull... at any age.

Until the next time, keep a hug on.

~ Yaya

Where Are My Pictures?

What a great weekend! Yesterday we got to watch a cattle-drive and feast on trough food. Then, today we got up close and personal with the horses and cows. I mean, we were right There; almost nose to nose, as they came outta' the chutes!

I want so much to put pictures up on my blog, but Blogger has taken away my ability to do so. Do you know how to get the old blogging capabilities back? I'd really like to do what I used to be able to. You know, back in the day when we could post pictures and put links on our blog? If you know how to fix this, I'd surely appreciate it if you'd tell me.

Anyway, back to the rodeo. There we were, nose to nose with those lovely creatures and I was snappin' pictures like I would never run outta' film. Naturally, Murphy's Law hadda' step in and mess it up. I shouldn't complain, I s'pose; I got a lotta' good shots. But couldn't my batteries have waited just a couple more hours before dying? *sigh*

For the record, my friend also sent me a picture of the trough and the Cream Cans, cookin' our food. I can hardly wait to show those to you. So, if you know how to fix this ornery pro'lem with posting pictures on my blog, I'd sure be happy if you'd share with me. Then, I can show you summa' the fun I've been havin'.

Until the next time, keep a hug on.

~ Yaya