Wrangler Dani

So, I’ve been dissatisfied with this body o’ mine for a while. Okay, so maybe dissatisfied is a little kind. I’ve been moping about in a fog of flabbiness, too

So, yesterday when I turned the A/C on, the weirdest thing happened. It smelled like frying bacon.  And not just vaguely, like, huh, that could be either bacon or maybe

Last night, I was doing usual thing, running one of 58,976 pre-wedding errands (no, it’s not overwhelming, why?) and then going home to straighten out my life and put on

The sun is sinking, throwing its golden rays against the ugly gray of a crowded freeway, making even the mundane romantic in its soft light. I wish that my mundane

As in “home, home on”, not “to fry bacon on”. But still.  Someday, I’d really like to go to this.

Now, you too, can learn to do this.

I’ve always wondered why we have Car Wash Guys. I mean, I got my own car wash number out of the gas pump (I poked the button for “Yes! I

My fingers are numb, my back hurts and my skin looks awful under these canned fluorescent lights. All I want is wind in my face and wide-open spaces.  I’ll even

Warning: This is an embarrassing story, I’m actually not sure why I’m telling it. If you want to keep an image of me as being a cute beach chick with

“We’re taking the cows to auction Monday.” “What?!” Mom’s voice kept going, but I didn’t hear her. The price of hay, the work involved – all sensible reasons to sell