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If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…
…you better get used to dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. There will be dirt on your floors, tracked in by cowboy boots and blown through invisible cracks in the seals around your windows and doors. Dirt will be caked onto his jeans heaped in the laundry room, and large quantities will be washed down the sink drain before dinner. Sometimes, it will look like someone took a scoop shovel and deposited a pile of dirt just inside your front door. Just sweep it up and move on with your life; the workin’ man can’t help it.
…you can kiss good-bye any previous Fourth of July traditions you observed that involved any type of water sport, a community parade, and/or barbequing at a lake. If you’re gonna marry a cowboy, you can count on going to a rodeo on the Glorious Fourth, and that’s just a fact.
…you must be able to sing along with gusto to Tom Russell’s “Tonight We Ride.” If you don’t know why he stole a stallion and rode away on it, then I recommend you look it up on YouTube, put the CD in your stereo, or download that crap to iTunes and do a little musical research. That song is politically incorrect, more than a little drunken, and slightly violent. It’s basically the unofficial anthem of the working buckaroo.
…you would do well to remember to tell him occasionally how proud you are of his cowboy abilities. He has devoted his entire working life to pasture loading yearlings by himself, scattering bulls, spotting early signs of sickness in calves, culling how the boss wants, and improving his horsemanship. He may have sacrificed a post-secondary education, opportunities for financial gain and parental approval in order to wear out his saddle and body riding a knot-headed horse all day that he doesn’t even own.
…you will get used to speed burners in the fruit bowl and spurs on top of the entertainment center. The working cowboy has his own section in the tack room and possibly a wall or two in the house to store his gear, and yet pieces will inevitably migrate into the kitchen. Scientists should investigate this.
…you should take time to enjoy the view. You will likely live in a variety of scenic, if remote, locales that most folks aren’t lucky enough to visit even once on vacation. Take a good look at the mountain range, the greening pivot, the sagebrush flat on a cloudy day, the rimrock at sunset. You don’t know how long you’ll be there, so enjoy it while you’re looking at it.
…you will be treated to the musical jingling of spurs hurrying through your kitchen in the morning en route to fill his coffee cup and coming up the walk to your house each evening. Clanging rowels make a lovely sound. They signify “Daddy’s home!” to the little one and “my honey made it home safely back to me!” to Mama.Last edited by Saddletramp; 03-10-2019, 02:02 PM.[URL=http://s93.photobucket.com/user/Saddletramp69/media/asdf.jpg.html][/URL
Adopted player Lindsey
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride away
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...sigpic
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Originally posted by EddieMac View PostCowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride away
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...[URL=http://s93.photobucket.com/user/Saddletramp69/media/asdf.jpg.html][/URL
Adopted player Lindsey
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You might be a cowboy’s wife if…
…you spent the first week of your married life sleeping in a double bedroll.
…you walk into Target and have to take a deep breath and tell yourself to act normal and not like a woman who hasn’t seen traffic signals or a paved parking lot in over a month.
…you’ve ever uttered phrases like “You better not trade off my favorite horse” and “You entered the roping HOW many times?!”
…you have a big stash of boxes stashed in the guest room closet. You haven’t moved for two years, but you know that the shortest path to a new job (and subsequently a move) is paved with the ashes of burned moving boxes.
…your husband can shoe the worst horse in the cavvy on his day off by himself, but you are the only one in the house who can change a light bulb.
…you cook something for dinner with at least one canned ingredient so you have a lid to tack over the hole in the wall before the snakes get in.
…you cook ground round, short ribs, roasts and steaks until “beef” becomes a four-letter word. Sometimes, a gal just needs to eat honey-mustard glazed chicken breast and strawberry-spinach salad.
…family vacations are planned around the local ranch rodeo schedule.
…where your accommodations for the night are a range teepee and an outhouse.
…all your Christmas, birthday, wedding anniversary and Valentine’s Day gifts are bought at a rodeo trade show.
…you can correctly use the term “short circled” in a sentence.
…your kindergartener doesn’t know how to tie his shoes because all he’s ever worn are cowboy boots.
…your husband has no idea how much the phone, Internet or auto insurance bills are or when they’re due, but he knows the date and entry fee for every ranch rodeo and team roping within a 200-mile radius.
…you can discern the clanging of your husband’s spur rowels from that of the other cowboys’ as they walk to the barn.
…your kids’ playground is filled with broken-down tractors, flat tires and empty mineral tubs.
Being a cowboy’s wife isn’t for everyone. It’s not for women who are afraid to spend two days deep cleaning a house they’ve just moved into before they set the baby down on the floor, or spend 11 hours on town trip for groceries. It’s not for women who object to beautiful scenery from all views or seeing the sun rise while sitting in a saddle periodically. But, if these things sound doable to you, you just might be (contest as a) cowboy’s wife.[URL=http://s93.photobucket.com/user/Saddletramp69/media/asdf.jpg.html][/URL
Adopted player Lindsey
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Cowboy wisdom:
Every trail has some puddles.
Tossin’ your rope before buildin’ a loop don’t ketch the calf.
Don’t name a cow you plan to eat.
There never was a horse that couldn’t be rode, there never was a rider that couldn’t be throwed.
A pair of six-shooters beats a pair of aces.
An angry bull is less dangerous than an angry woman.
Speak your mind, but ride a fast horse.
Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.
Never drink unless you’re alone or with somebody.
After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: When you’re full of bull, keep your mouth shut.sigpic
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