Rodeo from arena to lawn

[Mountain Cowgirl]

I asked my grandma why boys loved ridin buckin bulls
She said she didn't know, but thought they were fulls

My grandpa just said boys will be boys
And like pickups, bulls, and tractor toys

I was confused, not about the bull, but the tractor
Because I loved John Deere and as a girl that was a factor

I didn't understand about girls will be girls
And therefore love diamonds and pearls

And I still don't, I guess I never will
Even now as I journey over the hill

Thinkin about my rodeo days so silly
Twirling ropes and roping a billy

I should have never a bronc riddin
He hardly bucked, I went off, no kiddin

That goat debut labeled me a roper of goat horn
The Wrangler neighbor boys would tease with scorn

But if my bronc debut, at school, labeled me a derogatory bronc buster
My neighbor Wrangler bros took the kid down like old General Custer

Apparently it was alright for them to joke about my goat roping dance
But it was derogatory if other boys joked about their fake sisters stance

Now being old, ranchers are more polite, kind, and classy
And don't make such jokes about an old cow lady's chassis

That is the cost of doing rodeo participate
One never knows their future, their fate

Years later, I found it easier to help with making rodeo plans
Things like organize parking and help find country rodeo bands

The days behind the chutes working stock, helping cowboys flank
Were short lived because my skills never penciled out at the bank

Now, it is easiest just watch it on the Cowboy channel
Than spend hours and days helping the rodeo panel

Time to watch the dust fly rather than eat it
Now out to work in my yard, the heat I must beat it

Photo age 65 micro managing a rodeo cowboy
Getting him organized with horse, tack, and toy

That was before cancer struck, like a bronc it did buck
But thanks to the good Lord and not random luck

I can still be bossy, rather sassy, and throw a noose
Butt now I wear my jeans more relaxed and loose

In my own defense, I was given a $500 certificate gift
For modeling those tight jeans that helped gravity lift

I used the gift to buy a 4 WD Husky lawnmower
So out now to mow, no longer will y'all, I bore

 

[Faster horses]

Lookin' good there, Faye!

 

[webfoot]

I rode in rodeos and even traveled some with a man who was a world champion bull rider. But I always wondered why they climbed on bulls.

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Lookin' good there, Faye!

Thanks! That was 7 years ago before cancer. The rear view mirror always improves a girls backside hahaha!

Yeah Webfoot, I dated a bullrider once for one date and he couldn't wait to get to his bullriding buddies to swap stories. After watching him choke his burger down, I decided best to call it a night. At least he never called me a bronc buster hahaha!

 

[DosArroyos]

Bronc buster-Nah. Goat roper-Probaby.Heart breaker-Certainly

 

[Big Muddy rancher]

My Dad used to say a Barrel racers jeans fit so well you could tell if the dime in their hip pocket was showing Heads or Tails.

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

My Dad used to say a Barrel racers jeans fit so well you could tell if the dime in their hip pocket was showing Heads or Tails.

That is why the very few times I wore tight jeans, I wore bareback, so no dime revealing details. It was no ones business what side my dime was on, hahaha! As a friend that prized himself on being a man of detail, once confessed, he never went to rodeo to see heads, it was always de tails.

It reminds me of years ago when I was doing some rope tricks at a ranch rodeo and wore some tight jeans I made myself and my soon to be husband and 9 of his friends were leaning on the rails watching.

One of my Texas born lifelong ranch Grandmas -- "You boys should all be on your knees praising the good Lord you were born human, because if y'all were born cattle, 9 of y'all would be steers."

 

[Faster horses]

Too funny!!!!!!!!!!