Dear Reader,
A good portion of my female friends and acquaintances love country music. It is something perplexing to me, but it has never been a problem. Two of my closest friends at the moment listen to country music almost daily, especially Keith Urban and Toby Keith. This fascination with cowboys became apparent to me when my best friend and I were cowboys for a day back in 2007. Here is an article that recently came to my attention: "One girl gets exactly what she asks for." Read the story. It is pretty entertaining.
Now, let me share our side of the story. Mike and I grew up together and we had just become part of the same priest's quorum in 2007. We were always being told to be our best selves and serve others. Little did we know that would include a random cowboy day on Christmas Eve.
Our young men's leader asked us one day if we wanted to help out in giving a Christmas present. We of course agreed, allowing him to explain the situation. He told us about his friend who wanted to give his daughter for Christmas, which really confused us. The part of the story that makes me laugh is the description of our response. It is really funny because we both said that. We looked at each other and just knew what the other was thinking. Thus we were told that a new plan would be put into action.
We got up early on Christmas Eve and got into the closest clothing we could that even resembled cowboys. I had my Indiana Jones hat with a bandanna in my back pocket, while mike got his favorite skinny tie and his light jeans. We drove out to a house in a part of Salt Lake neither of us had ever spent much time in. We had another dedicated scout leader who drove us (neither of us were old enough to drive on our own). Neither of us had any idea what we were expected to do other than dress as cowboys, so we knocked on the door when one girl answered the door, really confused.
Between our scout leader and their dad (I didn't know he was their step-father), we were herded into our leader's car and got dropped off at IHOP for breakfast. I honestly don't remember much of what was said at the restaurant, but it does not surprise me that there wasn't any in-depth conversations.
I hadn't thought about that Christmas Eve breakfast for a long time. I'm glad that my young men's leader received an email about the article because it was a great trip down memory lane. Mike and laughed about it when I texted him. After reading the story and remembering that morning, I've decided I should have been a cowboy. The ladies love them.
A good portion of my female friends and acquaintances love country music. It is something perplexing to me, but it has never been a problem. Two of my closest friends at the moment listen to country music almost daily, especially Keith Urban and Toby Keith. This fascination with cowboys became apparent to me when my best friend and I were cowboys for a day back in 2007. Here is an article that recently came to my attention: "One girl gets exactly what she asks for." Read the story. It is pretty entertaining.
Our young men's leader asked us one day if we wanted to help out in giving a Christmas present. We of course agreed, allowing him to explain the situation. He told us about his friend who wanted to give his daughter for Christmas, which really confused us. The part of the story that makes me laugh is the description of our response. It is really funny because we both said that. We looked at each other and just knew what the other was thinking. Thus we were told that a new plan would be put into action.
We got up early on Christmas Eve and got into the closest clothing we could that even resembled cowboys. I had my Indiana Jones hat with a bandanna in my back pocket, while mike got his favorite skinny tie and his light jeans. We drove out to a house in a part of Salt Lake neither of us had ever spent much time in. We had another dedicated scout leader who drove us (neither of us were old enough to drive on our own). Neither of us had any idea what we were expected to do other than dress as cowboys, so we knocked on the door when one girl answered the door, really confused.
Between our scout leader and their dad (I didn't know he was their step-father), we were herded into our leader's car and got dropped off at IHOP for breakfast. I honestly don't remember much of what was said at the restaurant, but it does not surprise me that there wasn't any in-depth conversations.
I hadn't thought about that Christmas Eve breakfast for a long time. I'm glad that my young men's leader received an email about the article because it was a great trip down memory lane. Mike and laughed about it when I texted him. After reading the story and remembering that morning, I've decided I should have been a cowboy. The ladies love them.
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