Kickin' it old school.....

As I have so often stated, I was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas. My favorite city on the planet. Well, Fort Worth is also referred to as Cowtown because of something to do with something back in the cowboy days. We take our Stockshow and Rodeo very seriously.

Our Stockshow and Rodeo is one of the oldest and most famous. It isn't flashy like Houston's, it is more like what they were back in the old days. But bigger. And with corn dogs. And beer.

If you are a student of the FWISD you actually get tickets to the stock show each year and a day off of school. Pretty cool, huh?

Anyway, my brother's girlfriend found these old pictures of my brother and I and an old friend Ryan, at the Fort Worth Rodeo. From the looks of it, I would say these pictures are circa 1983.

(On a side note, my brother and Ryan are roommates now! Cool huh?)

Let's discuss. Ryan and I above are actually sitting on a saddle in my parents garage. I have no idea why we had a saddle in our garage, we lived in the city with no horses near us.

But look at poor Ryan's sweater. Now, I love it and would have that exact sweater on Bram. But did his mother, Karen, seriously think that sweater went with the "cowboy" look we were clearly going for? Also, take note to my red sweater and ruffled collar?

Really mom?

I don't think Annie Oakley sported ruffled oxfords with her monogram on the collar.

BUT check out my kick ass boots!!! Holy smokes! Those aren't the cheesy kiddie boots you see everywhere today. Those are some mother effing cowgirl boots!! AND I am so ahead of the trend, my jeans are TUCKED IN MY BOOTS!! Awesome.

In this picture we are enjoying candy apples at the Stock Show. Ryan's dad, Mike, and my dad, Michael, took us to this particular stock show without our moms.

I know this because my mom would never let us eat candy apples OR cotton candy at dirty places. She was convinced germs stuck to those particular treats. This was a phobia that her mother passed down to her.


My dad obviously did not know this rule.


In the above picture, Ryan can't decide if he wants to be like me, boots tucked in. Or like my brother, Bryan, jeans out. So he just went halfsies.


I am dying about how cool we all look. Look at my brother's distressed jeans and puffed vest. Like, seriously, I would wear all three of those outfits today. Sans Ryan's dorky hat. Poor guy.

And here we are with my dad after the candy apples were finished. My brother on the far right is clearly high from the sweet treat. Ryan just looks like he is really drunk, the shirt untucked halfway, his dorky straw hat set waaaaay back on his head. I look like I know that I should not of eaten that ENTIRE CANDY APPLE! I am probably thinking here, "I bet mom will never know." Hehe!! Look at my cute dad! He was a year younger than I am now in this picture. Weird. How cute is he????

Are those not hilarious. I am so glad to have these and I have actually ordered all three in an 8x10 to hang in Bram's room.

Love it!

So this weekend is the 5th annual "Cousin's Day!" Adam's family all gets together once a year. It is a lot of fun and a great tradition. 15 great grandkids 7 and under, it gets pretty crazy.

Have a wonderful weekend.