Of Course A German Car Manufacturer, Would Trash Cowboys . . . And Push For Techno Geeks In the Back of Mom's Car! Quiet, Controlled, and Obedient! LOL! That's Not America!
Come on Moms, really, don't you want real boys? I mean, the kids that get dirty, kick it up, can be distinguished from girls? I sure as fucking hell do! When my boys were young, being the feminist, that I was and am, I decided to see if boys come a certain way, and after having two daughters, decided to get my boys dolls, like baby dolls, they were young, one year for Christmas, as a sideline to their Hot Wheels and Tonka Trucks. As I recall, some 30 years later, they never once touched the dolls, not at all! They were however, taking their Tonka trucks and throwing them in the air, to see how high they could go, before they broke them . . . they must have heard that Tonka trucks were indestructible on some ad for the toys! I guess the Volkswagen ad, plus Natalie, and Mother's Day, inspired this blog, and my love for the country, cowboys and cowgirls, Montana, the county fairs, and a shit kickin' good time!
My boys are somewhere in the middle, of the city and country, with a father who is a city planner, getting the culture, the music, the books, art, and an attorney mother, who is a wild ass, kick it up, type chick, who loved fish hatcheries, the mountains, county fairs, taking them to Chicago, while on a legal internship with Americans United for Life, but also, hanging out with country boys, rather than the attorneys, doctors, and professors, she worked with, result, girls in the military, boy in band, God's Revolver, epic western story in music, and a son, who it a great father, regardless of the way he treated dolls, and a loving father, who does actually work for a nationwide computer company, watching 300 newspapers, magazines, professional newsletters, making files for movie stars, politicians, and companies . . . and shares an interest, my passion for politics, he hates it, but is a thinker, and keeps his thoughts and intentions a secret, until it comes to fruition . . . can't wait to see what this son, does, of course, I think he will be president of the United States!
My boys are somewhere in the middle, of the city and country, with a father who is a city planner, getting the culture, the music, the books, art, and an attorney mother, who is a wild ass, kick it up, type chick, who loved fish hatcheries, the mountains, county fairs, taking them to Chicago, while on a legal internship with Americans United for Life, but also, hanging out with country boys, rather than the attorneys, doctors, and professors, she worked with, result, girls in the military, boy in band, God's Revolver, epic western story in music, and a son, who it a great father, regardless of the way he treated dolls, and a loving father, who does actually work for a nationwide computer company, watching 300 newspapers, magazines, professional newsletters, making files for movie stars, politicians, and companies . . . and shares an interest, my passion for politics, he hates it, but is a thinker, and keeps his thoughts and intentions a secret, until it comes to fruition . . . can't wait to see what this son, does, of course, I think he will be president of the United States!
Pig Wrestling . . . Never Heard of That One! Sounds Fun!
Okay, so, somehow, Natalie, who works the food counter, at Target, were I crash their Internet, at times, and visit, talking politics, shop talk and kids, out of the blue, brought up the topic of pig wrestling . . . what? I may have told her that I wrote about the county fair, and she said, make sure that you write about the pig wrestling, they held for the first time at the fair, last year! I have seen the muttin' bustin' and a slew of kids, being let loose on chickens, trying to catch them, in some big ass field, but pig wrestling? I have not witnessed the event, but she said, that teams of 6 or 7 people, kids, adults, register to enter the event, paying a small fee, and they dress up in cartoon, like characters, leggin's, matching t-shirts, tie dye, and whatever distinguishes their team from another team. They enter a circle pig pen, and a greased pig is turned loose . . . the goal is to grab the greasy swine, and put it in a pit in the center of the pen! People in the audience, can bet on the teams, and I think the money goes to charity or the winner? She was not sure which, but it sounds like a great time, and a ton of fun. Although, one lady who over heard our conversation this morning, piped up and said, that she fully intended on going to the pig wrestling, but it was held in the middle of the afternoon, in August! She said, and she was older, but I am a wimp too, that it was 103 degrees that day . . . yeah it gets hot in Montana too. So, if the schedule is not set in stone, put the pig wrestling, that is done out in the open, without cover, either early or later in the day . . . 3:00 p.m., open sun, cowboys and cowgirls may be used to it, but the elderly, the young, and me, need either some shade or a cooler time of the day, please!
My, My, How We Ladies Change
Back when I was in college, I had blown through BYU, in Provo, Utah as a freshman, and decided to venture up north to Utah State University, where I thought they would treat college students, more maturely, and trust us to start being adults, without supervision from others, and it was true, the first night I was up at USU, they held a all night school sponsored party, 4 bands, and I couldn't believe that I didn't have to be in the dorm by 12:00 midnight, when the devil, allegedly came out . . . hey, he can come out anytime! LOL! But, I worked at Sunset Sporting Goods Shop, while going to school, and had a best friend I met there, Donna, I think was her name. Now, I knew that USU mascot was a bull or something, and they were called the Aggies, and I even knew that had something to do with agriculture, but for some reason, I did put two and two together, that maybe some of the people up there in Cache Valley, Utah, might be farmers, ranchers, cowboys and cowgirls . . . I had no idea, being from Bountiful, that Donna, might be a cowgirl, and I don't think she dared to say she was, after the comments I made, one night, after going to the Hyrum Bar, to dance, meeting a few cowboys, my first exposure, really, on a personal level.
I love to dance, and there were no college dances going on, so we had not other option, but to go to the bar to dance, which, while not a drinker, just happened to be where the good bands were playing, so . . . several cowboys, totally stereotypical, according to my book, as inexperienced as I was, probably relying on movie caricatures, picked us up, danced with us, and asked us to go with them to Lagoon, an amusement park, down near Salt Lake City. They showed up in a Cadillac, with steer horns on the front! What the hell, I made fun of them, called them shit kickers, but we had a great time; although, I would have never, at that time, even considered dating a cowboy, never . . . and I let my friend, Donna, know that! Years later, I was up in Logan for a basketball game or concert, and ran into Donna, at the events arena, and she, to my shock, had married one of the COWBOYS we went to Lagoon with! Are you fucking kidding . . . I didn't swear in those days, but, I was totally taken back by that; however, she was still married and I was not!
I remember going to the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas about 4 years ago, and seeing all the big outfitters, rigs, cattle and horse hauling outfits, being introduced to a whole new world, that of cowboys and cowgirls, holy shit, 4 big ass conference centers, all for a Cowboy Christmas! 2000 pair of colored cowgirl boots, the coolest costume made furniture, and shit . . . what the hell, how come I didn't know about this side of life? My client, and friend, semi-famous cowboy photo artist, Kay Lynn Reilly, took me the next step from my second and third husbands, who were both country boys in a way, and introduced me to the Toby Keith Bar, bling Levi jackets and flip flops, with bling, that I wore to court with pride! Other attorneys, males, would say, anyone else would get in trouble wearing and doing what you do in court! LOL! It pays to be smarter than the judges, who were all prosecutors in their lives prior to being judges . . . back 20 years ago, I trained these guys, when I was staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, Criminal Enforcement Division! Now, I am living the life in Montana, have met a few cowboys, but don't know if I can handle them, but I would like a chance! LOL! Working on that . . .
The VW Ad Reminds Me of a Case . . . The Guthrie Case . . . Montana Style Parents vs. Helicopter Parents, With Me In the Middle!
I got caught being the attorney, in the middle of an ideological battle between parenting styles in Iron County Utah. On the one hand, you had my clients, the Guthries, who had four darling children, who were taken by the state or Division of Child & Family Services, before I got the case, actually got it the day, it happened, they knew of my reputation for taking on government agencies, and having formerly worked for the government. The Guthries were raising their children on the land so to say, had 20 acres of land, and were building a farm or ranch, as they could afford it . . . the smart way, and during the summer or warm months, they lived in a set of 5th wheels and trailers, out on the land, letting their children have goats, chickens, other small farm animals, dogs and cats . . . too many cats, that I will agree with the state on. And during the winter, and this was late fall, September, they had arranged to get into an apartment, so when it got cold, the kids had nice warm beds and showers . . . before that, while on the ranch, they showered at the TA a truck stop, with showers. But the school complained that the children were coming to school dirty. Really, is that the most important factor in getting an education?
But to make a long story short, the school aid was taking two of the children in, taking their shirts off each morning, and washing the children, to clean them up for school. The little girl, told her parents she felt uncomfortable with the school aid, taking them in the principle or faculty bathrooms and washing them off, without shirts. Finally, my clients, told the school, that he felt very uncomfortable with those actions and if they did it again, he was going to pull is children out of school, and home school them! The next day, the cops were called in and the children, were questioned without their parents consent or permission . . . later that day they were removed from the parents care! As we battled in court for the kids and to return them to the parents, it became apparent, that, this was really about an ideological battle between parenting styles that of the attorneys, teachers, social workers, and my clients, with the guardian ad litem, stating that the children were exposed to a filthy petting zoo! referring to the family pets, the parents got to teach their children how to take responsibility of the animals, and as lessons in life. I refer to these people as helicopter parents, who hover over their children, giving them no breathing room, nor freedom.
This is where the car commercial comes in . . . you have a mother with three wild ass boys, that are I guess to be seen as cowboys. The mother is stopped to get gas, and the boys go into the store and drink soda out of the soda machine, they are having a shaken pop fight in the isles, and the horrified, store clerk just looks on as one of the boys, growls at the clerk, who is twice is age, and the clerk acts like he doesn't know what to do! Really? And the mother is yelling, boys, boys? The next thing you see is a mother, in a VW car of some model, and she is calm, cool and collected, with three boys, all being entertained by electronic devices! And the song being played on the radio, is, Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys . . . let them be doctors, lawyers, and such! I thought, who in the hell wants, such placid kids?
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