Things have been crazy-hectic around Casa de SKnJax, but full of joy and fun! On Saturday, we went to the Fort Worth Stock Show & Rodeo with SK’s family. In order to blend in with the indigenous people, I shined my belt buckle and my shit-kickers and put on my pearl-snap shirt. I was ready for the rodeo!
Because of her family’s involvement in the community, they have great box seats. The girls loved it because they could stick their hands through the fence during the grand entrance and touch hands with cowboys, cowgirls and rodeo clowns as they galloped by on their horses.
I can’t remember how I ever rode a horse in such tight jeans, but there is something to be said for cowpoke apparel: Pearl-snap shirts are fun to take off!
On Sunday, friends came over to hang out. SK cooked lunch and baked a cake. We played a few rounds of Scene it? and talked about our upcoming trip to Ruiodoso, NM. We also tossed around the idea of starting a (mostly) online book club, but I’ll write more about that if once we work out the details. It’s always nice to laugh with friends.
On the school front, I’ve already had 3 tests this week and I have a couple more next week. I really have to find some way to get my stress under control, or I’m going to drive SK and Jac crazy. I’ve put so much pressure on myself that I’m always on edge.
I just got home from taking my algebra test, and SK rode with me. We just happened to drive past Krispy Kreme, and as luck would have it, the ‘Hot Now’ light was bright red. SK’s holding a warm donut and calling my name. A beautiful woman and sugar — it’s time for me to end this!
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I remember as a kid I used to put on my Dad’s pearl snap western shirt over my superman underoos because it was a shirt that was easy to rip open to revel my superhero secret identity.
I got forced into eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut yesterday as well. I survived, but just barely.
Comment by Briani — February 9, 2006 @ 12:25 pm