Expect the unexpected.

A couple unexpected things happened this week.

1) I found this girl duct taped to a tree. Apparently it was her birthday. And her birthday wish was to be duct taped to something. So, um, take that as you will.

2) I discovered one of Devin's mission companions in my family home evening group.

Ex-companion: I went on a mission in Mexico.
Me: Hey, my brother is on a mission in Mexico.
Ex-c: Oh yeah? What mission?
Me: Cuernavaca.
Ex-c: That's where I served! What's his name?
Me: Devin Roberts.
Ex-c: Seriously!? He was my companion!
...And it builds. Awesome.

3) My friend, Kim, got hit by a car. Way unexpected. I mean, she's okay and all, but still. She was riding her bike home and this crazy mowed her down. Destroyed her phone and her bike. And then left her lying in the street. This one's for you Melissa...

She was hit by an old lady with a handicap tag!

Riddle me this, Batman:

Why am I so meticulously neat whist at school and so horrendously messy whist at home?

Meticulous and horrendous being relative to me, of course.

The broncs and the blood.

So the rodeo.

It was the absolute greatest thing.

Even better than last time because now I have boots.

On a random to note, I think the rodeo was the first time my boots touched actual dirt.

I know, I know. I am such a poser.

Anyway. Bareback riding. Kind of makes my body hurt just thinking about it. There was much snap, snap, snapping of the cowboys' necks and backs.

There was also much losing of hats.

Which apparently only I was concerned about.

I was also concerned for the cowboys' eyes during the steer wrestling. There was a lot of horns near the eyes business.

Apparently this was not a valid worry either. Whatever.

The saddle bronc riding was a lot prettier than bareback riding. Not so much snapping, and more fluid motions. So whiplash was less of a concern. Relatively.

But all of this was next to nothing compared to bull riding. At least the horses didn't seem all that interested in trampling their rider after he had been thrown.

The bulls did not allow the same courtesy. There was a lot of running and jumping onto the fence.

And bulls are huge.

Also, I noticed that the bull riders all wore these helmets, while everyone in the other events just wore their cowboy hats.

Special helmets spells danger.

And of course I played my favorite game of "how-many-consecutive-questions-can-I-ask-in-one-breath" throughout. Surprisingly, no one really seemed to mind all that much. So all of my questions were answered.

So I'm basically a rodeo expert now.

Seriously. Ask me anything.

If I were a cowboy.

"Make a happy cowboy face" I say.
"Now an angry cowboy face."

"Now do sad cowboy."

Note that "happy cowboy" and "angry cowboy" look nearly identical.