1. Lately, I spend all my time fantasizing about THIS. (click) 2. Sometimes, it's a little more than fantasizing. 3. Sometimes, I make appointments to go visit ranches and meet horses. 4. August 25, thank you for asking. 5. This weekend is Lamb Days , and this time I am not missing the Friday Night talent show. No, Siree. I am very much looking forward to my annual lamb burger body cleanse. I am anxious about seeing people I know. Or used to know. Or people who didn't much care for me. 6.  As a 5th-9th grader, I was very much like Drew Barrymore. You either get her, or you don't. Only I wasn't charming, I was high strung. And slightly unkempt. 7. As all proper 4H girls ought to be. 8. In 8 days, my whole family will be in Utah for one weekend, which has not happened since our wedding, and I don't really count that, because I was just the tiniest bit   nervous   nauseous   distracted excited about other things that weekend to really appreciate it. I am

Blogging is a great many things to a great many people. Some like to talk about their beautiful children (I love that) and some like to talk about SCIENCE (I love that equally as much) and some people like to talk about whatever charmed status their life has achieved (I love it as long as it's true. Actually, I don't even care if it's true if it brings you solace, or a goal to live up to, or makes you a better person.)  Some like to vent, and I don't like those. Especially my own. I started blogging in college, I think. But I probably had things like a blog (long emails to friends, long posts in FORUMS, remember forums, guys?) for the past ten years. And for many years, I kept personal handwritten journals which are FILLED to the brim with romantic angst. Interestingly, when I met Dan, I stopped writing in journals. Not enough romantic angst. Like Alanis Morisette and Avril Lavigne, I got married and my stuff started to suck. Or in my case, just wasn't worth pen

While my parents have been busy wishing they had less dogs, cats, horses, donkeys, and are now officially down 2 mules, my sister has been very busy acquiring two new cats , and Dan and I have made not one but two trips to the Humane Society in the past week to look at DOGS. I can't believe I'm even saying that. I have reviled the idea of having a dog for awhile, even though I really like dogs, and desperately loved the three Aussies I had growing up at the ranch. It's just that owning a dog-- more than owning a cat, and I think even more than owning a HOUSE-- says that you are settled down. A house you can rent out and still move to Italy or New York City or Guam for a few months. a cat? I don't think Jeoffrey would notice if we never came back, so long as Uncle Dylan always came by and filled his food and water every few days. But once you have a dog, you're really telling the Universe "I don't really want to go anywhere, anymore. Also, I love steppin

Lorraine: horses olympics blah blah blah, eventing team such and such, thoroughbred blather, vet inspections tomorrow, yaddah yaddah yaddah.... Dan: So, you think that Boyd Martin will make the team no matter what? Lorraine:(stops in mid-sentence with a mouth full of corn on the cob) what did you say? Dan: Well, I mean, if he and Neville had a fall at the Trials, do you think they'll take Otis even as young as he is with the London venue being so intense? Lorraine: (just kind of choking at this point) ummm, what? Dan: Of course you want them to choose Remington first, because he's your favorite, but you sounded pretty skeptical about that. Lorraine: You....You've been listening this whole time? Dan: I like Mystery Whisper. Marriage: (mare-ahj, noun)  When you realize that someone is listening when you talk about all the boring stuff you love, and that makes them hotter.  PS: Steak, Corn on the Cob, Grillin Beans and Root beer. Orange