Mutton Bustin'

We went out the Phoenix recently and got to catch a little professional rodeo while we were there.  In between the bull riding, they had a kids' show of mutton bustin'.  On the drive out we were skeptical about letting the kids do it if they wanted and decided against it as we hadn't seen the show before.   After seeing it though (and the 2 year old girls out their with their daddies), I would absolutely let the kids try it out.  When we asked them if they were interested, we got mixed reviews.

Here's my son with his reply (not just "no") - OH HECK NO!

My daughter on the other hand was a definitive YES! NOW! PLEASE?!?! AWWW, why not?

YUCK

There are people in this world who don't know a salmon from a trout from a goldfish.  They would look at this picture and say "WOW, that's a big fish".  I, however, am not one of those people.  Although I can appreciate the skill necessary to catch this monster and the strength necessary to fight it to the shore, my response is more of a yuck than a wow.  People DO eat them though.  Not me, but someone does.  I suppose one man's trash is another man's treasure.  Nice catch daddy, even if it IS a carp.

Skitter

I would like to preface this blog by stating that it was not my idea.  In fact, in my eyes, hamsters are mice without tails - EW.  But my daughter loves her new hamster, "Skitter".  As it turns out, she picked a roborovski hamster.  Little did I know at the time, but they are the smallest and fastest of all hamsters.  So now it has somehow become my job to retrieve little Skitter from his cage since no one else can catch him.  My daughter has been holding him every day and he is slowly becoming more comfortable in her hands and will sit still for short periods of time before jetting off in one direction or another, at which point it is my darling hubby's job to retrieve Skitter for her.  At least it has given them another bonding activity and for that I am grateful.  Bonding - yes, hamster food in the carpet - not so much.

Cowgirls

Once a year, some friends join us for the Stagecoach festival out in Indio, CA.  There is lots of sun, singing and swimsuits and a good time had by all.  This year was no exception.  I shall not elaborate further so as not to incriminate myself in any  mischief.  We are some purty cowgirls, if I do say so myself.