I Want To Be The Pioneer Woman and Other Ramblings

I realize that I just haven't been paying attention.  That people have been talking about how wonderful Ree Drummond (better known as the Pioneer Woman) and her awesome world of cooking and photography and general blogging is.  And that I, self-appointed pop culture maven, just dismissed it.  I figured that she would be all camp-outs and crafts or something.  And we all know my people don't camp.  Readers, prejudice is indeed an ugly thing.  I would like to take this opportunity to express how wrong I was about the Pioneer Woman.  She is amazing.  And funny.  And a heck of a photographer.  And apparently a pretty darn good cook.  I want to be her when I grow up.  Who else gets to marry cowboy, live on a ranch, and raise children while cooking, taking pictures and blogging?  It's like my dream life!  Well, plus or minus the ranch.  Simply put I love her. 

In other news, I may have a new favorite show.  Parenthood was really good last night, but I am biased of course, because I love Lauren Graham.  It made me laugh and tear up in all the right places, and I can't wait for the next episode.  If this is the kind of show that NBC is putting on instead of Jay Leno, then all I can say is I wish they would have pulled the plug sooner (or not have tried that little experiment at all). 

Completely unrelated (I always was the queen of transitions), I rolled my ankle last night at track practice because I am a klutz and I forget sometimes that I am not a junior high track runner (nor was I when I was actually in junior high).  It's a little sore this morning, but it's hard to tell what is rolled ankle and what is workout sore.  I am in an almost constant state of workout sore these days.  I'm hoping that I will be able to get outside some this weekend instead of subjecting myself to yet another segment of Walk Away The Pounds in my living room.  I would love to be able to take some pictures, but I need an armed escort because it's supposed to be sunny and in 50s and I am scared to death of snakes, and by several laws of God and man, not allowed to carry a firearm.  And this is the kind of adventure that might find me where those slithery little sunbathers want to be.  So, I'm hoping to convince my daddy to go an adventure with me...but we'll see I suppose.

That's all for now.  I need to eat my pizza before the kids come back!  (And before that cowboy shows up to wisk me away to his ranch!)