Horses + Wranger butts = Franklin, TN Rodeo

The two hour drive north to Spooner, WI in that 1980's Buick wood-panel station wagon provided some great memories. The anticipation of seeing the cowboys, the horses, and the bulls would run through my veins as I laid in the back seat watching the power lines pass by. Up and down they'd go. I'd count the poles that held the wires up to 100 and then start over. It surely made the trip go faster.

I loved every minute of the trip there and the rodeo when I was a kid. I still do. I'd like to thank my Grandparents for that gift.

The Franklin, TN Rodeo took place a few weeks ago and it's certainly an event I look forward to every year. I love the smell of the horses, the fresh hay, and the manure (I'm odd, I know) . In fact, the next major move I make may just be out west to a ranch. It HAS always been a dream of mine to live on a ranch, although I have no clue what it all involves. I imagine it is A LOT of hard work, which I'm not afraid of.

I'm in my element at a rodeo with my boots and my boot cut jeans on. It's very similar to the way I dressed in high school, but with a lot more color coordination. The first day of my freshman year of high school, I showed up in aqua Rocky jeans (a western brand), aqua boots, and a western paisley print vest. If that outfit didn't yell YEE HAW, I don't know what does. I was proud of who I was and to this day, I am still glad that I wore what I did. That part of my life taught me that I wasn't afraid to stand up and be who I was meant to be.