And by that, I mean an artist. One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.
Country music twanging in the air :: Smoke from the deep pit BBQ wafting in the breeze :: A fine layer of grit on the back of your hands :: The stomp of worn boots on bleachers :: Beer in coolie cups and snow cones in 10 flavors :: Cattle braying :: Horses neighing :: Sun in your eyes and certainly on your bare knees :: More cowboy hats than can be counted :: Cowboys :: Children carrying chickens through the stands :: Worn leather saddles and shined up belt buckles :: Roping, Riding, Racing :: Cheering, Groaning, Hollering Loud
I don't remember the last time I felt so American.
Nor the last time it felt so good.
Do you know about Mutton Bustin'? Because it's my favorite event. Laugh, cry, and cheer your heart out for those little tykes.
Ok, you've GOT to forgive this rediculous little video but you MUST listen to the music! That couple was wailing up on stage, beating the band and belting out like only those with a country heart of gold can do. And honestly, be glad there is no close up of the MEAT, because believe you me, that was one serious hunk of barbecue!
Also, as a side note: whyyyyyyyyy must YouTube always grab the very worst facial expression possible for the cover snap of your videos? I look remarkably bass-ish here but I SWEAR, NOT IN REAL LIFE!
** HUGE photo credit to my little sis, Aubrey, for the majority of these are her. I was too busy screaming and slurping on my watermelon snow cone. So I stole these like any big sister ought to. THANK YOU AUB! YOU'RE AMAZING! **