Eight Second Excuses

*Taps mic* Y’all still here? I’m sorry I was gone for so long–not a great way to start a new blog, is it? But remember how my first post was called “And Sometimes, Things Happen”? Yeah. Lots of things have been happening. My sister got married, I spent some time in the infirmary with rebelling kidneys, and my computer died. Like dead dead. So I had to buy a new one–but luckily, I was able to pull the hard drive out of the old one and save all my pictures and documents.

Consider this your friendly reminder to back the snot out of everything important to you. Right now. I’ll be here when you get back.

Anyways, all of that just means that I have a ton of posts coming in the very near future. Pictures! Book reviews! Grad School updates!  Exclamation marks!

And to start out with, let’s post some pictures of the rodeo I went to waaaaay back on the 4th of July. (Goodness. It is almost September. What the what?!)

For being such a small town (*cough*village*cough*), Cimarron sure knows how to put on a rodeo. My favorite thing about this rodeo is how many kids participate. There are some ridiculously good cowboys and cowgirls competing at this rodeo every year, but my favorite competitors are the under 12 crowd. It is so fun to watch them do their very best. I always cheer extra loud for them.

I have found, however, that the bucking events are getting harder and harder for me to watch. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, or maybe I’ve hit the ground myself enough times to know how badly it can mess you up. There was a particularly bad fall during the bronc event at this rodeo, and I almost had to leave. It’s amazing how much it can affect you to see someone get hurt even if you don’t know them. The cowboy was fine in the end, but the whole crowd was holding its breath for far too long.

After the rodeo, a group of us went to Eagle Nest to watch the fireworks. In years past, they’ve set off the fireworks closer to the lake, which makes for great reflections in the water. They moved the launch site, though, so I didn’t get any of the reflection shots I was hoping for. I love shooting fireworks, though, so I still had a great time!

All in all, it was a great Fourth of July. Next year, I’ll be the Crazy American celebrating Independence Day in the country we gained our independence from. Haha! Stay tuned for more exciting things–including a trip to the ruins of an abandoned church I’ve been trying to get to for seven years!

2 Comments

    1. That rodeo misses you, too. 😉

      I agree–mutton busting is the best. I had a few pictures I thought about posting, but they weren’t the best. Perhaps I’ll post them on Facebook.

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