We went to the Rodeo Friday night. Now, the rodeo is one of those things that - for me - is fun to go to about twice a year... max. Outside of that, it gets a little low on entertainment value. If you're a rodeo lover or, better yet, a rodeo clown or cowboy, don't send me hate mail. I'm just sayin', for me personally, it's a little, let's just say, not my bag of peanuts outside of the twice per year limit. But... this was our first time there this year, so I got my cowboy on and was all into it. I woulda wore my black boots and black cowboy hat, but I lost the hat in a bar fight back at Ohio State (another story for another day), and the boots? Well, let's just say that this cowboy's feet have apparently grown in the last 12 years. Also, I'm gonna share a little secret with you. My heart bleeds for animals, so everytime a cowboy got bucked off a bronco or bull, or anytime a calf got away in the calf ropin' contest, I was hee-hee'ing under my breath. My favorite part of the whole show is actually when they throw a 3-5 year old kid on a sheep, fling open the gate and watch them (the kiddos) hang on for dear life. Funniest thing. Ever. I brought my camera and coulda walked around all night photographing some killer scenes, but I only took a few on this night.

See, they just look like they know what's coming for them.

What up, Elsie?

Yee-hot.

Hey, wonder if Kylie was lookin' at this guy in that last image.

A little intermission entertainment.

Ahhh... cotton candiliscious.