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Travel Blogs from Raymondville
... Daunted, our circus book club's first book of the season. I'm really enjoying it so far. I love memoirs anyway and when they focus on noteworthy women, even better!
Had an up and down day for most of the day...still adjusting to my job and the quirks of living where you work.
Some highlights from the shows:
Before the second show, I told a family that strollers are not allowd in the tent due to fire regulations. They said that ...
whatever else they do at the rodeo. Now back to those cowgirls. I don’t know
how many Winter Texans were there outside of your 10, as the stands were full
of Hispanic Americans in their cowboy hats and duds. Now it seems these brown
girls with the jet black hair like to wear short white dresses, and man do they
stand out in a crowd, and are cute as cute can be. Sorry I forgot to take the
camera. Now one of Chris’s songs, I Can ...
... stepped away for a second. I swear on everything holy that Teto called out "DOORS!" and I rushed to get Elisa back up to the gate so we could start letting people in. Later on, when the rush had died down, Teto came out of the tent with a big smile on his face...Elisa asked him if he had called doors and he laughed and said no. I was shocked! I told him I heard him as plain as day and he laughed again and said HE was shocked when people started ...
... hoping someone would drop food. They’re friendly enough and beautiful and it breaks my heart a bit to not take them in, let alone pet them (although as soon as John M. and his family got to cookhouse, his 2-ish year old daughter made a beeline for one of them and proceeded to pet the dog’s head as we all laughed and groaned).
We were going to walk to the library, but decided to stay home instead. I found out later from Sue that the internet ...
... I wonder how truthful they are being when they try to look incredulously
at you and say “I would of never thought that, you don’t look a day over XX!” I
can’t answer that myself because when I look at the mirror, I still see that
young guy I used to be. Well, to be truthful, less now than when I was 67. Especially
now when I am at the “You do me stage of life, and I will owe you ...