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Thursday, December 02, 2010

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be...

So we all know how much I hate cowboys, right? If you didn't, well, now you do. I grew up around cowboys. No offense to the cowboys out there, but cowboys stink. They work with smelly animals and step in their smelly poop all day. I moved away from cowboy land on purpose.

Well... here is the horrible traumatic irony of my life.

My 10yo loves horses and is in a riding program. She's been having a blast, and I get to be cowgirl momma every other week. I'd tell you how much I hated it except that the joy on my daughter's face that begins the second she wakes up on riding days and doesn't leave until the next morning has me unable to think of all the things I hate about being around cowboys. Well, okay. I still remember that horse poop stinks. :)

Anyway, they offered riding lessons to the parents. To which I said, "no thanks." I know how to ride a horse. I might still even be able to saddle one. I barrel raced for a while as a kid. I was just not fond of the stinky parts of riding, of which there are many. Don't even get me started on cleaning out stalls. I have children to clean up after, thank you very much. I'd rather be reading.

Next thing I know, hubby signs up for riding lessons. My sweet, mild mannered city boy for whom I left the country, never to return again, decides to learn how to ride. He bought his first pair of cowboy boots at age 43. No, I'm not having them bronzed. I might burn them, except they were sooooooo expensive.

Anyway, he was acting funny, so I sat him down and asked him why he was so gung-ho over all this.

The man looks me in the eye and says, "I've always wanted to be a cowboy."

THUNK!

Ladies, let this be a lesson to you. Even if you purposely don't marry a cowboy because you HATE cowboys, you just may well end up married to one anyway. *sigh*

4 comments:

Gina Conroy said...

Haha! Love it...not that you're technically married to a soon-to-be-smelly Cowboy, but the irony in all of it! Makes for some good story ideas!

Danica/Dream said...

Yes, I was thinking the same thing. I'm going to embrace the pain of this horrible traumatic event in my life and write a book about it.

Kay Day said...

I keep hoping my husband will turn into a cowboy! Love them! Love the smell. Horse poop does not stink. It smells awesome!
I never knew this about you. Where did you grow up? I always wanted to live on a ranch. All we had was one pony. And chickens. Now those stink!

Scot said...

We all want to be cowboys or we are cowboys. All others are lying or in denial.