Last night I made my annual trek down the road  to the Spanish Fork rodeo. I live in a city full of real honest-to-goodness authentic cowboys and once a year I get brave and pull out my cowboy attire and become a cowboy wannabe. I’m pretty sure the “real” cowboys can spot a cowboy wannabe from miles away. Perhaps it’s because my cowboy hat came from Pac Sun in the mall. You know the ones… made to look bent and worn and well used.  Perhaps it’s because my jeans aren’t quite tight enough and don’t say Wrangler on the butt (oh and my legs aren’t bowed.) Maybe it’s because I wear sandals instead of cowboy boots. Or just possibly it’s because I don’t quite have the famous Spanish … Read entire article »