Which is definitely the case concerning my childhood dream of riding marrying a cowboy. I grew up on a hobby farm in Michigan, and everyday I dreamed of how my grown up life out West with my cowboy would be...lots of horseback rides at sunset, moonlight serenades, me stealing his cowboy hat, him running after me, us tickling and wrestling on the lawn. I even made one of my high school sweeties wear a cowboy hat in his senior pictures - he had never ridden a horse, but I assured him that that was a minor detail and owning a hat was the first step on the long road to cowboy-hood. Sucker.
I dreamed of Utah as this mystical, magical place where there would be a bounty of cowboys. Hot Mormon cowboys. Hot Mormon cowboys that would never tire of me. I rode horses religiously to impress my future cowboy suitors, memorized every Garth Brooks song, and even went as far as buying a pair of Wranglers - which were so sickly tight that I couldn't eat more than a carrot at a sitting, and made my ass look like a house.
And then I moved to Utah. And just like that my lifelong dream was over. Literally, in about a week, I had forgotten cowboys all together and had moved on to mountain bikers and skiers. My wranglers and cowboy boots went to the back of my closet (where they still reside), and the only horses I've seen since have been at a distance.
I usually look back on this adolescent fantasy with disgust and disdain - until I went to the Oakley Rodeo, that is, when I realized that maybe, just maybe, I was onto something...
What do y'all think?
Yummy. Definitely a worthwhile fantasy!
Posted by: Rinna | July 18, 2008 at 08:14 AM
I've got to admit: I've never been attracted to cowboys. Growing up in Central California, there were all kinds of wanna bes with their tight jeans, weird hats and pointy boots. Not to mention the Ford F-150 trucks and twangy music. But damn. Those pics are making me reconsider. Glad to see you're putting that fancy camera to good use. :P
Posted by: Mel | July 18, 2008 at 10:18 AM
Living in the O-HI-O we get lots of cowboy sightings. I'm very saddened that I will have to miss the yearly chance to see my fill at the County Fair which starts next week. (I really don't want to take the chance of having to give birth in a sheep barn. Although Matt has reassured me that he has delivered PLENTY of sheep in his day). Anyway, I will be missing out on a lot of Kodak moments, like yours above from the rodeo.
So, eventhough I go for the runner-type, I have to agree with you--cowboys ARE hot and cowgirl boots are WAY cool. You just might want to dust off your old pair stuck back in that closet just for fun. And maybe you can even convince Jess to dress up as a cowboy now and then! :)
Posted by: Autumn | July 18, 2008 at 10:43 AM
Sarah, you are a funny girl! I knew you used to ride horses, but didn't know about the cowboy love. I think you would have met more cowboys if you had moved to some place like Spanish Fork instead of SLC.
Posted by: Holly Thatcher | July 18, 2008 at 05:50 PM
this is very funny. love the pics and the part about the carrot.
Posted by: jenx67 | July 19, 2008 at 05:13 AM
Your stories are funny. I can't believve that Costco in Mexico. You are very photogenic. That cabin and school house is so cozy. Whatever happen to the tenants with the pot?
Congrats on the marriage. A happy life is certain.
Posted by: plummymom | July 22, 2008 at 02:52 AM
My first thought was Ew.
Then I saw your pictures and thought
Very Nice
Posted by: Nicole | July 23, 2008 at 06:25 PM
I understand completely...though I never went for cowboys as my "thing" I've dated a few. I personally go for Marines...(oh yeah...there's a reason.) But I grew up in N. California and we had real cowboys up there too. I really like the one with the chaps with his arm resting on the rail. Hawt. He could have an ugly face, but the rear view is nice. LMAO!
Posted by: Jenna | July 24, 2008 at 05:47 AM
I'm with you all the way on the cowboys. It's the "yes ma'am" and tipping the hat, and the tight jeans, and cowboy hats and boots. I love country music, have ridden horses since I was 5, and still wanna find my rancher with an airplane. Plus, so many men in ties are wimps. They're all ambition and metrosexual and YUCK! Give me a man who knows what hard work is, how to treat a lady, and who looks goood in them there jeans.
I went to college in California around a lot of wannabe's and I didn't like them then. Partly because I hadn't lived long enough to recognize that the John Gray's and Alan Alda's of the world are dopey and smarmy. I want a guy who can fix things. I want a guy who's a guy. Not all men in cowboy hats are real. But it doesn't take long to figure out which ones are.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy- er Rancher!
Posted by: Beth T | July 27, 2008 at 01:17 PM
I dreamed of Utah as this mystical, magical place where there would be a bounty of cowboys. Hot Mormon cowboys. Hot Mormon cowboys that would never tire of me
Posted by: Supra Vaider | October 28, 2010 at 03:45 AM