I am accutely aware of two things. One, its very easy to become so obsessed with getting the boat ready to leave that we fail to enjoy our life in the here and now. Two, our time in Houston is rapidly drawing to a close and there are lots of things that are quintessesntially Houston that I want the girls to experience before we leave. With these two thoughts in mind, we left Mark to finish up his portlight installation abandoning my berth enclosure project for the dayto take the girls to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo to meet up with my pal Alma and her little girl Sophia for a few hours.
I am the first to admit that I am not good with crowds. They cause me great stress. I was feeling a bit anxious before we even got in the gate due to the huge lines to just get into the parking lot. We managed to get in, meet up with Alma and Sophia and spend a few hours checking out cows. And pigs. And rabbits. And more cows.
We had a good time doing well- nothing. Just kind of wandering around aimlessly, eating some barbecue and enjoying the kids. We didn't partake in any of the famed shopping opportunities because we are trying to get rid of stuff in order to fit our lives on the boat. I did secretly covet one of the prize winning quilts- it had MONKEYS. I have a thing for monkeys. The petting zoo was a bust as the long line of whiny parents and impatient kids put us off. The kids were happy to see the animals from a distance and it all went well until the rabbit incident.
The one line we did join was the one to see the different breeds of rabbits. They had us cue up, then you had to manuever around a winding path to view the rabbits. On the positive side, they had an angora rabbit out for a bit of petting and Kitty went nuts for it. On the not so positive side, there was a very large older Russian woman who decided that personal space was not necessary and she could get me to move along by prodding me from behind with her enormous bosom. Repeatedly. And she didn't even buy me dinner and a movie.
After the rabbit experience, I was about done with the crowds. it was time to go back for a nap and then some more boat work. The nice thing about working on the boat- no large Russian women herding me with their boobs.
Never mind. The kids had a great time and it was a welcome break for them. I can be happy in that I do not have to take the girls to the rodeo again. Their Texan passports have been stamped with a visit to the rodeo and livestock show. Done!
I am the first to admit that I am not good with crowds. They cause me great stress. I was feeling a bit anxious before we even got in the gate due to the huge lines to just get into the parking lot. We managed to get in, meet up with Alma and Sophia and spend a few hours checking out cows. And pigs. And rabbits. And more cows.
We had a good time doing well- nothing. Just kind of wandering around aimlessly, eating some barbecue and enjoying the kids. We didn't partake in any of the famed shopping opportunities because we are trying to get rid of stuff in order to fit our lives on the boat. I did secretly covet one of the prize winning quilts- it had MONKEYS. I have a thing for monkeys. The petting zoo was a bust as the long line of whiny parents and impatient kids put us off. The kids were happy to see the animals from a distance and it all went well until the rabbit incident.
The one line we did join was the one to see the different breeds of rabbits. They had us cue up, then you had to manuever around a winding path to view the rabbits. On the positive side, they had an angora rabbit out for a bit of petting and Kitty went nuts for it. On the not so positive side, there was a very large older Russian woman who decided that personal space was not necessary and she could get me to move along by prodding me from behind with her enormous bosom. Repeatedly. And she didn't even buy me dinner and a movie.
After the rabbit experience, I was about done with the crowds. it was time to go back for a nap and then some more boat work. The nice thing about working on the boat- no large Russian women herding me with their boobs.
Never mind. The kids had a great time and it was a welcome break for them. I can be happy in that I do not have to take the girls to the rodeo again. Their Texan passports have been stamped with a visit to the rodeo and livestock show. Done!
I feel the same way about crowds. It takes an act of congress to get me in to a mall. Remind me to tell you my monkey story sometime...
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ReplyDeleteI don't understand how I didn't comment on this post already! I definitely remember that picture!!!!! So pretty! Even though I make a huge deal of rodeo in class, I haven't been since I think since Jared was in kindergarten and I was there with his class for a field trip. There was like all that mob scene and trying to keep track of some certain number of five year olds.
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