Why Our Butts Hurt…

Well the weekend started off a little… well, testy.  I admit to being the guilty party but it was just something I couldn’t control.

See, I was tired. It was Friday afternoon and I was whipped from the whole week. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home, catching up on laundry, dishes, bills, and maybe most importantly: sleep.

Also, I’m PMS-ing. That alone should scare anyone from coming within shouting distance of me! Yes, I’m THAT irritable. Admittedly.

I wasn’t eager to go to Shreveport on Friday night, though I wanted to see our bulls compete in the Brahman National Show. I didn’t want to be folded into the truck all those hours traveling (4 hours). Even though I wanted to see my sister in law’s new house in New Orleans, I didn’t want to drive all that way Saturday from Shreveport to New Orleans (5.5 hours). And I surely didn’t relish the thought of the long pilgrimage home to Madville on Sunday from New Orleans (9+hours of drive time though it took us 11 hours because we stopped. Often.)

So needless to say, I went kicking and screaming on Friday evening to Shreveport. Somewhere deep in the Davy Crockett National Forest, I decided to accept my fate with as much positivity as I could muster.

And darn it, it turned into a lovely weekend. Proof that ‘positive thinking’ can truly turn things around!

Mr. Santerland

Our red bull, Mr Santerland, won Reserve Grand Champion and we were thrilled. He’s just like a big, enormous baby with a head the size of Texas. My God, he has grown into a mammoth-size animal and he’s only 18 months old! As we stood to get our pictures taken with him, he decided he wanted a little lovin’ and nuzzled me. Well, his ‘nuzzle’ is like being hit by a bulldozer. He knocked me down! Notice how I didn’t even make it into the photo? I’m about 3 feet away, in a face plant…

And then, feeling bad that he had knocked me to the ground, he decided to show his affection again, as if to say he was sorry. Down I went a second time!

I was alittle startled, but never scared. He’s a sweet tempered bull, though he obviously doesn’t have a clue as to his own strength.

Saturday was divided between the show and driving. Truthfully there was probably a lot more driving than anything else, but remember, I’m focusing on the positive of the trip, not the negative.

Driving? What driving? Did someone say driving?

Hey- it wasn’t me.

(but I don’t care if I ever see the cab of the truck again in my life!…. well, at least for the remainder of the week. Still traumatized….)

When we weren’t traveling down the highway bound for New Orleans, we were hanging out at the show. Having fun. Yuckin’ it up.

With Friends in Shreveport

Famly Fun in New Orleans

Family fun. Friends. Hey- the trophies and ribbons didn’t hurt, either.

What did hurt?

Our butts. From the driving. Okay, not the driving specifically, but the riding. In the truck. And on the elephant.

Who knew that riding an elephant would be so uncomfortable?

Anyways, we’re home. We’re tired and sore, but we’re happy. It turned into a nice weekend, despite the fact that it started off with a bad case of PMS. I have covered nearly every driving surface that exists in Louisiana and lived to tell about it!

Hey, is it Friday yet?