Hey everybody!
Not much has been happening here in Benton, MS. Dane started his job and is really enjoying it! We've been getting in to the groove of going to bed early and waking up early....... senior citizens already? probably. I've been trying to keep myself busy by cleaning, cooking, applying for jobs, digging through Dirt Cheap, and becoming a regular at the city library. The job search is going well, but I haven't settled on one yet. Please be in prayer for that.
Anyways, today has been a Pioneer Woman sort of day. I shared her link a few posts ago, and she's constantly an entertainment when I get bored. Plus I just want her life and her humor/wit. So why has this been a PW kind of day? Well, it started off with an email from my brother-in-law Woody. He was set on making some of PW's cinnamon rolls (by the way, the Pioneer Woman [Ree Drummond] is a hilarious, witty mother of 4 who lives on a cattle ranch in Oklahoma with her husband [who she affectionately calls Marlboro Man] and her basset hound Charlie and kitten. She cooks, blogs, takes awesome pictures, and is an all-around cool woman). If these don't make your mouth water, I don't know what will!
I already asked for them for Christmas. No lie.
So after my morning of thinking about Woody's (or PW's) cinnamon rolls, I decided I'd fix her barbeque chicken pizza for dinner tonight. I've done it before.......it's sooo good! Then, I figured I'd better exercise. If you read one of PW's posts a few back, she hilarious accounts her attempt at running, which sounds A LOT like my experiences. So I went on a walk, and what did I come across (and was 2 steps away from stepping on?)..........THIS!
Not only did I freak out, I called Dane so he could talk me through my drama of being terrified of walking around it. Let's just say I lack sense/cooth when it comes to situations like these. Afterwards, I felt like the Pioneer Woman. The rest of my walk consisted of me daydreaming about my life as a PW. I mean, it could happen! I could easily have 4 kids, live on a ranch in the middle of no-where, and have a cowboy husband (I think Dane could pass as Marlboro Man easily). I could make money blogging about my thoughts, what I cook, my overloaded laundry room, my best friend Charlie the Basset Hound, my awesome pictures that I take with my awesome camera, and live the life of a wife of a cattle rancher. I COULD DO IT!
Instead, I'm currently living the life of the wife of a Fertilizer Supervisor (it rhymes), in a 600 square foot house that I love in a weird way, keeping myself entertained with my library friends and cooking adventures, and every time I try to go walking, something dramatic happens (I was really, really close to being attacked by a dog, and I'm now terrified of walking alone in fear of other dogs....when I finally muster the courage to go alone, guess what happens. Dogs. Big, mean, barking dogs.)
I need to start blogging about my life. I need a nickname.
