mshowHalf of our spring and summer Saturdays were spent at horse shows last year. My 11 year old daughter, Meredith, competed in barrel racing, pole bending, barrel pick-up, and a few other classes.

She began accumulating so many ribbons, I found them in odd places around the house.

I figured if we were going to shows anyway, I might as well take my Walking Horse and show him in a couple of classes. Who wouldn’t want so many ribbons you’d lose track of them?

After a few shows, I finally placed! I was so excited. I couldn’t believe it.

I asked Meredith where to go pick up my ribbon. She pointed me to the table at the other end of the arena. I walked up to the table, tickled to death to get a ribbon. The lady looked puzzled and then slowly said, “Mam, those are just for the children but if you find out you are suppose to have one, come back and I’ll give it to you.”

I tried to look invisible as I went back to our trailer.

The ribbons I found on the couch or in the bathroom would have to do. Meredith would never miss one 2nd place ribbon.

Care to share an embarassing moment?