Wednesday, January 19, 2011
And yes, bored people confuse me.
Silver Quarter Acres Barn near my house and let Noodle run free. I can get horse poop in the grooves of my tires or wear my cowboy hat without raising an eyebrow.
Best of all, I get to be a volunteer for the annual National Western Stock Show that's been happening every January for the past 105 years.
I had a wonderful childhood, don't get me wrong. In fact, I consider myself somewhat spoiled. Our family was constantly loading into the motorhome to explore the Southern California mountains, desert and beaches. But part of me wishes I had been a 4H kid, the kind that knows how to deal with cows and sheep, chickens and pigs, y'know?
In a recent conversation at NWSS, I confessed my suburban LA upbringing to a fellow volunteer. She looked me up and down and said, "Well, at least you look the part."