Anna Meurer -- #4

So this past weekend my boyfriend asked me to go to a rodeo with him in El Paso. Which I agreed to go, I'm still debating if that was the right decision or not. It's not that I didn't want to go because I wanted to go support him, but I don't know much about anything like that. After this weekend I know tons more than I did, let me tell you about it. Looking back its pretty hilarious, but in the moment I was ready to end it all. Not actually that was dramatic, but you get the point. Some of his family lives near El Paso, so we just stayed with them for a couple of days, which was fun. Yesterday my boyfriend and his nephew wanted to get in a few practice runs before the actual rodeo. So we went to some of their close friends house that had an arena. While they were riding their horses and roping they put me in charge of the shoot. Worst mistake of their life. It wasn't that bad except that it was about 90 degrees outside. So I just let a steer out of  the shoot and while they were roping it, I was getting the next one ready. So obviously I've never done this before, so I had no idea what I was doing. The steer would not go, like when I mean he would not go in, he would not go in. I did everything that I could to try and get it in there. Nothing worked and the boys were back. Instead of helping me, they both just sat there and watched me look like an idiot. When they could have easily done it because they have been doing it their whole lives. They told me to hit it in the butt with a rake so that's exactly what I did and it still wouldn't go. So this time I decided to kick it in the leg, then it kicked me in the ankle. Then my boyfriend said "You can't get to close it will kick you." Like you could have said that about 5 seconds ago. I thought I was dead. I finally got it in there and boy was I heated. They acted like it was no big deal. So I go to throw the rake that I hit it with and there is poop on the end of it. I wasn't paying attention and that's the end I grabbed. I almost threw up. By this point I was beyond done. But I lived so I guess I'm fine. But in the moment I was not okay. So this is how my weekend went. I hope everyone had a better one than me. I wouldn't traded this weekend for the world. I'm totally kidding, it was awful. Well only the getting kicked, sweating, and getting crap all over my hand.