Well, another weekend where Jon Brandon survived, I survived and the bull survived. He looked better this time than last time and lasted longer too. I am very proud of myself for I didn't get to upset and didn't climb the fence . Two of the guys that I grew up with and they rodeo were down in the chutes with him and pulled his rope so I felt better when they were with him. I knew they wouldn't let anything happen to him. He rode for a little of 5 seconds, I know , that's 3 seconds to short but man, do you actually know how long 5 seconds feel when your child is on the back of a 1300lb bull that is slinging snot everywhere and has the look of kill in their eyes?!!!
It was nearly a 2 hour drive. It took longer to get there than it did watching the rodeo. I got home around 12 last night or this morning just however you want to look at it.
I need to be cleaning house but took a break. Hey, I deserve it. Dust, take a break, put clothes in washer, take a break, put clothes in dryer, take a break, sweep, take a break, vacum, take a break. Get the picture. I HATE HOUSEWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!