My grandpa always promised me that he'd find me a good cowboy to fall in love with - someone who would treat me right. For my 9th or 10th birthday, my grandparents bought me a cow (maybe with the hope that I would surround myself with those cowboys and fall in love at a young age?). Now most of you are probably wondering why my grandparents would get me a cow ... that is a very valid question. However, where I am from, 4-H is like air or water. Okay, that may have been a slight exaggeration, but seriously, so many people do 4-H or FFA. Whether it's showing sheep, cows, horses, pigs, etc. weekends and summers are spent at the fair or at shows; instead of eating the different kinds of food and riding rides, our time is spent in the barns manicuring our show animal of choice and hanging out with the other 4-H kids.
This is me showing a cow. Her name was Kitty and we had just won first place in our show :) No, she does not have a flower tattoo. My mom decided to scrapbook this lovely moment and this is one of the only pictures I have left from the critical time period in my life.
Will continue this post soon - off to dinner with the sorority sisters!