OK, so I know I said this week was all Stock Show all the time, but I was sitting around last night and was struck with the overwhelming desire to bake. Or cook. Or eat something scrumptious. Or create something of such culinary perfection that I can be discovered and start my own Food Network show. Stat.
Or just the delicious baking will be fine.
The Stock Show!
Cows! Chickens! Rodeo! Dirt! Fried food!
The Show comes through Denver every year for two weeks in January. It has been an annual tradition for 105 years. And let me tell you, it’s a keeper. It’s very western, it’s very proud of that western heritage, and by being so, it makes you even more proud of your dear, western Colorado.
One of the beautiful things about blogging and sharing one’s thoughts and photos with a larger community is the opportunity it creates for seeing through another’s eyes.
So I decided the other night, as I sat in my little studio apartment, that I would show you what I see.
Literally.
So yes, the first week of January is behind us. As such, I think there’s some sort of law in the blogging world that says I’m no longer supposed to do 2010-in-review posts.
But I’m a rebel. I’ve gone rogue. All I need is a snappy slogan.
I was backing up all my photos from 2010 and though I didn’t travel as much as I would have liked, I did travel.
I have photos! There’s proof!
I bolted from work, jumped in the car, and headed to my hometown. It was time to celebrate.
Last month, my cousin Katie got married.
Katie’s family grew up just around the block from mine. Nearly every holiday, our families would gather to do it up proper, holiday style. New Year’s Eve, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, the Superbowl the year the Broncos won (yes – it did happen, don’t stop believin’!). When their eldest son was learning to unicycle, my brother and I jumped in as well (and promptly fell down, over and over again). We went camping, mountain biking, rock climbing. We set off fireworks and went horseback riding. From scampering about our neighborhoods, to playing pool and ping pong in my grandparents’ basement, we have shared so many good times. Having their family close to ours has been an absolute joy and blessing over the years.