Davie Rodeo

Last month my family told me they were making their annual plans to go to the Oakley Rodeo in Utah. Naturally, I started feeling really jealous. Who could resist the manure smell, cowboy attire, rodeo clowns, fireworks, and my dad embarrassing me by singing along to "Happy Trails" at the end? I was really craving snow cones at the time too so it just topped off the fact that I wasn't enjoying a Utah summer. Who would have thought that Florida wouldn't sell snow cones? Then I got to thinking..."Wait a minute! Besides all those snow cone shacks, what does Utah have that Florida doesn't? We have rodeo grounds about 3 blocks from our house!" I got online and discovered that there was a rodeo the very next weekend. We got some friends together, I put on my cowboy boots, and we went to the Davie Rodeo.

This rodeo was pretty entertaining. One of the cowboys got trampled by a bull and had to be taken away in an ambulance. Also, a little boy got bucked right off of his horse. Even with those exciting moments, the rodeo was not quite the same. I thought I was going to melt away with sweat from the humidity and I was ready to punch everyone in the face for smoking. For some stupid reason, smoking was allowed at this rodeo and it seemed like every row had a smoker on it. There was no escape! Not the best place for a pregnant lady.

Me, Mark, and our little friend Kirk

Me with some of the friends that came with us...Chelsey, Morgan, Sean,and Jeff



These next two are of the cowboy, moments before he was trampled by the bull.


A week or two after the rodeo, my snow cone problem was solved! Since I am in the primary presidency, I helped clean out the nursery closet at the church. I found this snoopy snow cone machine that had never been used before and I got to keep it!! I was so excited because we used to have this exact snow cone maker at home when I was little! What a lucky find!