I`m still here in Texas, more & more things are happening. My dad wasn’t able to come on this trip and Mom said we either had to go home soon or buy Dad a plane ticket. So Dad’s coming here on Friday. Dad will only be able to stay here for three days because he has to get back to work on his dissertation which is due in December.
A couple days ago we went to the rodeo. It was so cool. The clown nearly got killed by a bull. There was a cowboy monkey riding a dog and the monkey’s name was Whiplash. I kept on asking my mom to sign me up for mutton busting and she kept on saying that she didn’t think that I would be able to because I might have to sign up really early in advance which was already too late or I might be too old or she just might not know how. I felt really jealous when I saw other kids doing mutton bustin at the rodeo. Mutton bustin is when you have to ride clinging onto the side of a sheep while it runs and whoever can stay on the sheep the longest without falling off wins. In this case a cute little eight-year-old won.
The night after the rodeo ended I went back to my Uncle Joe’s farm. At the farm I got to drive two different kinds of tractors and Joe’s truck. I nearly killed Joe in his truck when instead of pushing the brake down smoothly I just slammed my foot on it. Now originally the kids were going to ride in the back of the truck while I drove. But Grandma said that wouldn’t be such a good idea. And then when I slammed on the brakes hard I understood what she meant.
Well the trip aint over yet. See what happens on the big “Trip III.”