Taking a break from the packing and sorting, Mr. Blandings and I took the boys to the rodeo Friday night at the American Royal.
Nothing better to take your mind off of the mundane than calf roping and barrel racing and bronc riding.
Oh, but I do love those bulls. You know how some people want to jump out of planes or climb Everest or swim the English Channel? I always wanted to ride a bull. Not so much since I've had children, but there was a day that I thought I would be really something if I could ride a bull.
Don't let those brown eyes fool you. Eight seconds of pure terror. Gives me a little bit of a rush every time I see it.
Bull riders aren't so bad, either. Cowboys in general, actually. Don't miss out on the fun, the rodeo is in town next weekend as well. The Invitational Youth Rodeo has matinee performances all this week and I can't think of a better reason to play hooky. The American Royal calendar of events and tickets
can be found here.
All images courtesy of Elizabeth Maday.
Labels: Musings from the Dream House
