After my morning kiss goodbye from Ron, I couldn’t go back to sleep. Yes, sometimes that kiss has more passion than my sleepy little eyes can take. This was one of those mornings. Too bad in a way because I stayed up waaaayyyy too late last night. Doing what you ask? Following the blog of my new found idol. Yes, we’re not suppose to have idols. It’s call idolatry. She’s not my idol, silly. I’m only kidding. Sort of.
Who is she? The Pioneer Woman. You might notice the link on the right that shows her site as one of my favorites. If you ever just want a good laugh, go directly to her site. She will not disappoint. The photography is stunning, the stories are so real, and the food, oh man, just the pictures are enough to send me on a Anti-Candida Diet binge. I know exactly what I will make for dinner when I can have flour and potatoes again. Chicken Fried Steak and mashed potatoes! All smothered in gravy.
Chicken Fried Steak is one of those dishes Ron frequently orders in restaurants because I don’t know how to make it. Her site is like a complete photo tutorial in how to whip it up. And it looks pretty simple.
Why do I want Pioneer Woman’s life? For one, she lives on farm. Okay, I know I live on a farm. But you don’t understand she lives on hundreds of acres. Her husband has been on that farm since he was born. He knows how to farm. Well, rather ranch, I guess. It is a Cattle Ranch. Anyway, she’s on a farm with a bunch of people of whom farming/ranching is second nature. They all know what to do if a calf gets sick, who to breed who to, what vaccinations to give, and when to separate the calves from their mommas. Oh, I envy their knowledge.
Also, Pioneer Woman’s husband is always pretty much close to home. I guess you could say he works from home. Well, who wouldn’t love it if your hubby dropped in for lunch wearing Wranglers and chaps? Come on!
A little warning here: Pioneer Woman is a tiny bit obsessed with her husband’s rear end. I swear, this woman and I could be twins. I wonder what Ron would think if I walled my blog with pictures of his gluteus maximus. I have to say, it is one of my favorite body parts of his. I’ll have to ask.
Anyway, Ron and I dream of the time when he will work from home doing the thing that he loves…kissing me…uh, I mean, working on car stuff. And he might not grab the kids and ask them to take the reins of their favorite horse to help him round up the cattle, but I do know there is some welding he’d love to have them help him with. Wouldn’t that be cool? Yes, I am envious of Pioneer Woman. She has the life I long for.
Oh, and did I mention Charlie, her Bassett Hound? Okay, I love my sweet giant Duke, really. He’s soft, cute and just such a happy-go-lucky guy. What is not to love? But Charlie, …well, he makes me laugh. Just looking at him makes me giggle. He could be doing nothing, but sitting there staring at the camera and it sends me to laughing spasms. You MUST, I repeat, MUST visit her site to at least see Charlie. There’s this fabulous picture of him wearing cowboy boots.
And if you don’t visit her website, of which I will be sorely disappointed in you, you must at least read her latest book, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels. It’s a romance. But not just any romance, it’s her story of how her husband, of who she fondly refers to Marlboro Man (he wears cowboy hats, you know), and her met. Sigh. That was the longest sentence ever. Forgive me, Mrs. Crouser (High School English teacher).
Anyway, it’s the sweetest story of how she gives up her city life to be with her man. I read it in an evening. It inspired me to go find my husband and clean his bicuspids for him. It wasn’t too hard to locate him since he was sleeping right next to me. That’s right, I exercised no self-control once again, and stayed up past 1:30am to finish reading her book. Ugh. Oh, I didn’t wake him. I wanted to. But he looked too sweet to wake. I waited to clean them the next day. Oh! Too much information! Sorry.