Wrangler Dani

…because I like kisses and snowdrifts and giggles and Christmas and Adam.

“Was” being the operative word. Last night, I thought our flimsy little beach house was going to come a-tumbling down, like the island huts on stilts that crash over in

It’s raining today and I am blissfully aware of how awesome rainy days are.  I’ve been making tortilla soup and Christmas cookies, putting together gifts and writing bits of nothing.

My nose is snotting. Like, serious green biznass. I know that’s really what you wanted to read about, but… I have no energy to do otherwise. Today I cleaned the

We’re in Texas. And, following a healthy obsession with holiday themes that started in young childhood, I’ve been thinking a lot about thankfulness, what I’m thankful for, and what I

“Write without pay until somebody offers pay; if nobody offers within three years, sawing wood is what you were intended for.” Mark Twain

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFdDnVjwHAU&hl=en_US&fs=1&] Dear Kay Jewelers, Even I (a self-avowed emotional cripple who regularly cries at Mastercard commercials) cannot stand your grossly overstated attempts at capturing romantic depth. Please stop, because it’s

First off, it’s funny that awesomely bad tales of my ineptitude at life are my blogging “bestsellers” if comments were cash and all of you faithful readers were reviewers. (For

So I recently decided that I was pregnant. Apparently when you worry as much as I do, you make yourself sick and then assume that you’re procreating instead of just

Adam loves Risk. He loves spreadsheets and rules and setting things up Just So. He loves backpacks with billions of pockets for organizational purposes and fiddling with gear of any