Louisville Laughs

This past weekend, Katie and I met up with our families in Louisville, KY for the North American. As expected, good times were had by all and I am happy to announce, the weekend was a TOTAL success, but more on that later in the week.  Throughout the weekend, as is usually goes when the Rowlett's are all together, we shared more good laughs than should be allowed. Here are a few that are safe to share with the rest of the world.

1. Ringside Retching:  Junior show day, Lawson woke up SICK. AS. A. DOG. Though the cause of his illness has yet to be determined, my guess is that lack of sleep, a very early morning, nerves, and a little too much O'Charley's Louisiana Sirloin may be to blame. Anyway, he seemed to improve as show time approached and at 8:00 a.m. he was ready to show, or so he thought. Just before entering the ring, he was doubled over, providing the poor audience up in the stands with more of a show than they bargained for. I was summoned back to the line-up area from my carefully selected photography position at the ring where the quick change commenced. Off with my jacket and his show harness and the swap was complete. Within seconds, I was ready to show! But just as suddenly as it hit him, the urge to purge left and Lawson was bound and determined to show. So with a face as green as those Louisville shavings, he got the job done and exited with a blue ribbon.
2. Elevator Escapades:  Rewind to Kansas City- one night, after a VERY long day, Adam, Hannah, Katie, and I ate supper at Outback. In the parking lot after we ate, in a state of exhaustion induced delerium, Adam danced a little jig, complete with river dancing-ish foot stomping and the occasional kick/foot slap. You really would have just had to be there for the full effect. In Louisville, under very similar circumstances (sleep wise) we three girls were waiting on the elevator for Adam and his tired, achy feet to climb aboard.  As he trudged through the lobby, we schemed our plan and the second that door closed, the dancing started. There we were, crowded on to a tiny elevator, dancing like fools, making enough noise to give reason for an eviction, and as soon as the ding sounded and we arrived at our destination, the idiots were normal girls again, just trying to make our way to 331 for a shower and bedtime. Trust me, it was funny.
3. Supreme Set:  After an extraordinary day in the junior Charolais show, Hannah had the once in a lifetime opportunity to show in Supreme Drive at the North American.  The event is quite formal and dressed up and after the excitement of the day, Hannah's hair was not quite up to standards for the expereince she was about to take part in. So that night, before Grand Drive, Katie and I took her back to the hotel and, while the heifer was in the chute getting the most intense fit job of her life, did some grooming on her showman as well. We washed, and we brushed and we pinned, and we teased, and we sprayed, and we patted, and we re-applied, and we dressed, and we adjusted, and finally, we were happy with the results.  I'll just say this, if those judges had talked the girl on the stick, we definitely would have gotten comments for such a well presented showman.

One Happy Girl,
JanLee