Where I grew up in Houston, the annual rodeo was, to me, merely a vehicle for concerts. My very first concert was in 2004, and I got to see my favorite artist at the time – John Mayer. At the rodeo… a fact which seems really strange to me now.

My chaperones were brother Brent and his wife Melissa. And I was super annoyed that they made me sit through the, like, rodeo activities before the show. Excuse you, I was just there for John. What’s with all the¬†barrel racing?? What does this have to do with finding out there’s no such thing as the real world, that it’s just a lie you have to rise above?

So I was surprised when I first went to the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo. It’s a big deal here (I’d argue it’s even more culturally significant to the city than Houston’s is), but it’s not a concert. It’s all about the animals and serious competition – no pretty boy singers! I’ll let you decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

I have a thing for cows and have since I was a kid. I want to be a cow.

I like walking through the exhibits when the rabbits are here. They are all so funny and beautiful!

This breed reminds me of the Heavy Boobs song in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

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