The Rodeo


The Wild Wild West. Apparently, that’s where I live, though I choose to deny it. I’ve never been much for the open plains…I’m more of a city/suburban girl. Oh, I enjoy a jaunt with a horse once every few years, but that’s about all. Boots, spurs, horses and cattle just aren’t my thing.

Until tonight.

I may be a City Girl, but I’m a City Girl who likes to be able to say that I’ve experienced my city. And, in all honesty, a large part of Colorado as a whole is the Wild Wild West. And so, in an attempt to better understand a large piece of the culture we live in, Erik and I went to our first Rodeo–The Greeley Stampede.

1. The first thing we noticed about the Greeley Stampede is the amount of qualifiers in their tagline. “The World’s Largest 4th of July Rodeo and Western Celebration”. Does that mean there are 4th of July rodeos that might be bigger? Or larger western celebrations that aren’t on the 4th? Just curious….

2. Second, I seriously felt as if I had been transported into the movie “Big” as we wandered through the carnival area. I never did find the fortune telling head machine that made Tom Hanks “Big”….Kind of bummed about that.

3. Thirdly, which I wasn’t super surprised about having spent high school in Brighton CO, we noticed that another language was being spoken–and I’m not talking about Spanish. Cowboy-ese, I guess they’d call it. Wait, it wasn’t even the cowboys. It was the people who came to watch the cowboys…so, Cowboy-fan-ese?

4. Mutton busting is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen.

5. Bull riding is awesome…when the bull riders stay on the bulls. I know it sucks more for them than for us, but wow–what disappointment. The announcers spend 4 1/2 minutes building the crowd up, telling us about these famous cowboys, how many trophies they’ve won, how awesome they are…and then they fall off.

All in all, the rodeo was a fun experience. Well, fun might not be the right word. Culturally eye opening might be. It was somewhat intriguing, satisfied my low-level of curiosity, and the best part of all, I can say I’ve done it. Which means, I won’t have to do it again.

To each his own, and this was not “my own”.

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About kristinlindeen

I am Kristin. I am Erik's wife. I am Joshua, Rebecca, and Andrew's mom. I am known nationally as the "QBQ! Daughter" and keynote on Personal Accountability and the QBQ. I am certified in Myers Briggs and am passionate about helping people understand themselves and others better. I am John and Karen's daughter. I am sister to many, mentor to some, friend to others. Most defining, I am Christ's daughter, adopted by God--rescued and saved by grace. And almost every single day, I need to be reminded of that truth. Come say "hi" at www.QBQ.com and of course, browse the blog! I'd love to hear from you, so comment away!
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4 Responses to The Rodeo

  1. melody says:

    I hear it’s a whole different breed of people at these western rodeo get-togethers.

  2. melody says:

    That’s on my life “To Do” list… right next to: Go to a Roller Derby.If I went to a rodeo, I would dress like a redneck and black out some teeth. That’d be funny. Maybe I’d sneak in a gallon of apple juice and pretend it’s beer.

  3. hello says:

    Hey Mrs. Kristin! We went to the Stampede rodeo too!! but a couple days earlier. My first one!! I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I thought! anyway, hope you are well, was thinking about you the other day!

  4. I want to go to a rodeo sometime while Ethan and I are living in Arizona!! I’m sure I’ll probably think it’s strange too, but I still want to see one!

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