Wrangler Dani

Hi there boys and girls! I’m busy. What’s that? Why am I here, blabbing, when I have paid blogs to write and a NaNoWriMo project that I’m woefully behind on?

Remember how I was feeling all stressed and crazy and completely incapable of rational thought? Well, that last part hasn’t really changed, but the stress and the crazy is greatly

I have an irrational fear. I’m so afraid that I will have spent a great portion of my life and passions on something that I’m not good at and never

In five days, I’ll travel north for the Big Scary Test and Etc. for my horsey and kidlet job. (Yes, my official title is Horsey and Kidlet Girl. FYI.) I’m

He’s such a stud. Amy and I stood there and squealed whilst he and Scott wrangled it ala Steve Erwin, minus the “getting stung” part. It was very exciting and

So, I wrote a little essay for a little magazine contest. I’ve never done this before, so I was, of course, neurotically nervous. I slaved over it, perfected it, cried

I pulled up in my dusty truck, tired and stiff from five hours in the car on top of a long week of ranch-work.  I was barely in the gate

(For a trailer, click here.) Sly: Yo, Renny, I’m diggin’ this athlete-movie trend. John (known to his friends as J-Money): What new sport could we explore? Shuffleboard? Too boring. Surfing?

A few things have happened lately to make me feel crazy in this whole writing/horses/following my bliss career move I’ve settled on.  I don’t feel like a good writer, a

Adam loves green and growing things. I tend to kill them, despite my best intentions. Back in 2007, I bought Adam come leafies, hoping to satisfy his urge for a