Knights Night!

I remember high school. The pep rallies, the social angst, the rebellious years, the thinking "you know everything" stage, the boyfriends (ohhh, the boyfriends...), my car, my waitress job...

But I don't ever ever remember wanting to be a cheerleader. Or a Stingerette (the dancing girls)...

Oh no...I was way too good for that. I was not preppy, nor was I a hick in this self-proclaimed Cowboy Capital of the World--oh no sireee.

I was punk, rock n' roll, metal rock, concert goer who liked to piss off her art teacher with nudity artwork.

Until I became a Mom. But that's another story.

At the end of summer, my mother informed me that my little sis wanted to become a cheerleader.

My heart sank pretty low, I was depressed for weeks--I was in denial.

No, not really, I just said in really bold letters, "WHAT?!?"

{if you can actually say bold without saying the word bold out loud}

WHY? Hadn't I taught her better? Hadn't I taught her priss=bad, badass=good.

But let's face it. This gentlest cowgirl just wants to cheer, and what other choice do I have but to support her?

When I saw her in her uniform, a little bit of me died--just a little.

I couldn't help but just shake my head.

But let's be honest. She looks freaking cute.

Looks so preppy I'd never hang out with her, but I'm glad I know her on a personal level and I'm proud that she's actually trying this cheerleading mambojumbo stuff out...

She's getting to do what she wants to do, and that's all that matters.

I came to visit because it was the Home-schooling football team's Homecoming night and of course, we had to show our support.

I experimented a lot with the sun and my camera, so maybe you can forgive my newbie-ness.

There was lots of hand signals. And a lot of girl talk trying to decide what cheer to do next.

Oh, and of course glitter and best friends...

{in my head I'm saying it super Valley Girl, so come on, try it with me}

And yes, we were there. We were there cheering with a little bell that sounded like a BIG bell, and Tia Betsy joined us too. And we actually watched football...something we Aranda-Sandoval crew NEVER did until my grandmother and my husband made it a requisite Saturdays (for college, duh) and Sundays (for the Cowboys, duh). And now, apparently Fridays (for JV/HS football, duh).