I have always adored bull riders and cowboys of pretty much any kind. As a teenager the walls in my room were plastered with pages from the Western Horseman, Quarter Horse Journal, and any other publication that featured hot young rodeo stars, diesel pickups, and expensive horses. I have been around enough to know that cowboys sure are fun to look at, even go out with once or twice; but I really, REALLY hope my daughters decide to marry a nice rancher's son that just rides nice, quiet horses and stays the hell out of the arena. Or a doctor, since they will have to take of their dear old parents some day. As for me, I will continue to appreciate how good my husband looks in his Cinch shirts and Wranglers and Serratelli hat, and wait until the aforementioned movie hits the big-screen of the local cinema to adore the trouble with cowboys with some great friends and a few drool rags. Heck, maybe I might see a few of you there too!
May you have sweet dreams of sexy cowboys, my friends... you probably deserve it.
Until next time,
Richelle
{PS-Disclaimer- I don't really care if you watch the movie or not. A few of us had some great laughs over all this nonsense at work, and I just couldn't help but share. This post is in no way associated with Ariat or Nicholas Sparks or anything, really, but my own warped sense of humor and new found obsession with a really hot actor.~rb :)}