Summer colds and country girls…

For the last 48 hours I’ve been in a sort of haze… the kind of haze where you’re operating on cruise control. You’re doing what you have to do when you have to do it without really registering what it is exactly that you’re doing.

Apparently, this haze is culminating in a cold. In the middle of summer. And all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep blissfully unaware of the world until my body feels rested and ready to reenter. Unfortunately, there’s work to do. There are horses to feed. Manuscripts to edit. Articles to lay out. And, as if all this wasn’t enough, the construction going on at my next door neighbor’s begins at 7 am sharp. Which means “sleeping in” is near impossible.

So. As I always do, I carry on and am now over my pity party. And I would like to direct your attention to a blog that ensnared me for at least 2 hours on Friday and another 2 (or 3) on Monday. It’s called Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Not only is it the gosh darn prettiest blog I’ve ever seen, but I love this woman. And I love her Marlboro Man. And her story Black Heels to Tractor Wheels: A Love Story transfixed me… for HOURS. And she hasn’t even finished it yet, and even though I already know the story has a happy ending because she’s now married to Marlboro Man and they have four beautiful kids, I still can’t wait to read the rest of the story… her story. I want to fall in love like she did. I want to be loved like she is. Ultimately, it would be great if I could just BE her. But, because I must, I’ll settle with reading her blog on a daily basis and hold on to the hope that someday a life like that will be mine… And did I mention she’s an incredible writer?? But don’t take my word for it. Go read her story. When you emerge hours later, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.