Ropers

My husband was a professional calf roper for around 20 years.  While he was pounding the rodeo trail across the American mid-west during the eighties I was braiding My Little Ponies tail and pretending to be John Wayne.  In the early nineties he was winning belt buckles, saddles and cash whilst I was lip-syncing to…

Labor Day

I was going to spend Labor Day blogging, cleaning my house and making lists.  I went to a roping with my husband instead.  I read 3/4 of “Left Behind”, ate a hot link and a Snickers, drank 5 bottles of water, half a coke and took this picture of Rob on Pokey.  Maybe I’ll be more…