Wrangler Dani

Hi horseys! I mean, hi kiddos! I mean, HI ADULTS! Wow, it’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have four hooves or who doesn’t need me for EVERYTHING. So,

Except that I don’t know how to say “No, I’m busy enough already, thanks, and I would like a day to sleep in and eat carbs, please” so I will

Adam and I regularly have a freezer-full of assorted grass-fed beef, recently hunted elk and amazingly tasty wild boar, thanks to the generosity of our hunting and ranching relatives. Said hunks

So yesterday I went to the grocery store. The grocery store and I have a rocky relationship. I love it, because I love to cook, and I love to eat,

go here. Am I biased? No way. I have many more things to say, but no time at the current moment. Hang tight, my pretties! We will meet again!

Our coffeemaker’s coffeebean grinder is on the fritz. We actually have to pour STORE-BOUGHT grounds into the filter like your average coffee person, which is just plain heart-breaking heresy, since

I’ve been sick. I’ll sum it up for you as I did for my compassionate G-chat friend this morning… I feel like my head is stuffed with cotton, I’m wearing

(So I realized that I missed Adam’s birthday, and V-day, and lots of other important updates that I totally should have included on this here bloggity. However, sticking with my

Well, maybe not everybody. But Katie is, and she also remembered Valerie‘s love of lists, which is what comes to my mind too, when I think of listy things. I

“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