Monday, July 24, 2006

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Last weekend was the local rodeo and celebration, and it only comes once a year, thankfully.

I had to get up early on Friday so I could go with my dad to town and also to pick up some differential oil for the ol' four wheeler. Did I mention that I broke the rear axle the last time I was on it? I didn't? Well... it broke, so I'd been working on it for the last couple days, and hit a snag when I didn't have any oil...

Anyway... we did our thing and then came home and we reassembled the ATV. Strangely enough, it even worked. Since it was an early morning, and I knew it would be a late night, I broke down and had a nap. It was pretty tough, but it had to be done. :P

After my little thunderhead, I showered and headed out to the ol' rodeo, with a little of the good stuff in tow. I was going to take pictures, but decided not to. No one wants that kinda evidence around... :innocent:

I had a good double greaseburger and scone, then hung out on the trailer and visited with some folks that I hadn't for a while, and sipped the night away. The rodeo grounds only have one set of grandstands, so the rest of us park cars, trucks, or whatnot next to the fences around the arena and watch from there. My cousin parked his 20 foot flatbed next to the bucking chutes, so I sat with them. It's a good seat really, you're within 20 feet of the action and sometimes much closer.

After the rodeo however, is when the fun really starts. For the last few years, we've headed over to my cousin's house and had a rousing game of redneck volleyball. What's redneck volleyball you ask? Well... the first year we just headed over there to play volleyball, but no one remembered to bring a net, so we hung a garden hose from the sewer vent on the top of his house over to an apple tree and that was the net. A shoe at each corner designated the outlines too. Since that time we've gotten really urbane. Now we also line the edges with other hoses so that everyone will know where the boundaries are. The four shoes on the corners tended to walk around a bit, and led to long and spirited debates. Now we just have to argue whether the ball goes over or under the hose. It's a lot of fun.

This year we had a new spectator, a goat that was tied up in the back yard. He didn't get in the way, and it just added to the ambience. I can hardly wait to see what's new next year.

But the best part of this weekend is that Saturday morning is the only day of the year that I can sleep in... more on this wonderful occurance next time. Stay tuned!

7 Comments:

Blogger fakies said...

I can't believe you didn't get any pictures. How can we truly believe such a story without proof?

I haven't sat in the grandstands at a rodeo in years. We find the truck bed with the most coolers and plant our sorry butts.

7/25/2006 8:29 AM  
Blogger fermicat said...

Next year, you ought to let the goat play.

7/25/2006 9:09 AM  
Blogger LL said...

I suppose you'll have to come out and verify it for yourself. :P

We thought about it fermi, but we only had the one volleyball...

7/25/2006 2:32 PM  
Blogger LL said...

A big rock? Or more like a stone...

Beth, you'd fit right in, just remember to turn your back to the hose. :P

7/26/2006 9:43 PM  
Blogger NYPinTA said...

I broke my leg playing volleyball and now refuse to play. Am I bitter? Possibly. Or it could be it just hurt like hell.

You only get to sleep in on one Saturday a year? Wow.
My Saturdays were made for sleeping late.

7/27/2006 3:58 PM  
Blogger LL said...

The secret is not to play sober.

"You only get to sleep in on one Saturday a year?"

In theory... more on that next time.

7/27/2006 9:58 PM  
Blogger NYPinTA said...

The secret is not to play sober.

Indeed, that was my error. Everyone else was drunk. I don't know what I was thinking!

7/31/2006 10:21 PM  

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