Wrangler Dani

(This blog post was stolen from Annie Blogs. I have a blog-crush on her… and like a Kindergartner at recess, I show my love by thievery.) What I’m [reading] =

So yesterday, I was working on Clark (my hard-working lappy) (his Hard Drive is the Fortress of Barnitude and the thumb drive is Sneaky Pete, for any of you Smallville

Oh, Mr. Darcy. Any and all fans of mine can feel free to buy me this: (You can find it HERE at Brookish’s Etsy Shop. So lovely!) Also, I just

Jake and Vienna are out of control. In case you’re not a girl between the ages of 18 and 40, or were purposefully excluding yourself from TeeVee shenanigans last year,

Cries one of my chicklets, rushing up to me, breathlessly pointing in amazement. “What?” I cry, expecting to see an elephant or a camel or Justin Bieber. “A girl just dumped a

Back when I moved in to our humble abode, we longed for a patio table. Alas and alack, they are all far too much money for a newly-married couple whose

I know, I know. It’s been over a week since I blogged here, and you are all dying of suspense. I’ll tease you with this… we went to Texas, and

(Valerie’s right. I should hate it here, and sometimes I kinda do. But mostly I love living in the O.C., and since I would rather focus on love than hate,

When I lived with Wrangler Ami, both of us were a bit jumpy, and we would regularly squeak at each other coming out of bathrooms and other scary places. When

Remember that one time when I got published? In a book? (I mean, it was no big thang. Just kidding. I’m ECSTATIC.) Well, I got interviewed about said published piece,