There is this blog at www.thepioneerwoman.com and she is just charming! It is almost unbelievable that this lady used to be a city slicker and she now runs a well oiled ranching operation. She has a great site (the pioneer woman cooks) that carries yummy…and witty….recipes. If you’ve never seen a witty recipe – check it out.

But the thing I love most is that it allows me to live my alter ego ranch woman life through her. It is like her site is a portal into the place I should be (aka Wyoming). I have no idea where Pioneer Woman (PW) lives, but -heck- if it looks like a cow, talks like a cow, and more importantly – smells like a cow…it’s a cow. Wyoming, Colorado, Montana, Oklahoma – wherever. If I win the lotto tomorrow (which I won’t because I didn’t buy a ticket), I wouldn’t go buy a villa on the French Riviera, or a bungalow in California, or even a condo in Florida – I would buy about 10,000 acres, alotta heifers (technical terms), a few bulls, about 5 horses, 20 chickens, a couple lambs, and a goat. Right smack in the middle of Wyoming.

Okay – maybe I would buy a cottage in a small French village – I love their wine and goat cheese. And maybe just something small in Malibu – my friend and I have always wanted to go there to lay out and see if we could spot Matthew McConaugHEY on the beach. But I refuse to reneg on the condo in Florida. Once I leave this state – I’m never coming back! Which reminds me…I still need to think of a cool pic or ritual for the side of the road next to the FL state sign as I’m crossing the border on my way to WY. Any ideas? Email me (in the upper right-hand corner)!!

The hubby and I – I don’t have a cool name for him like PW does…she calls hers Marlboro Man…but anyone that knows my sidekick knows that doesn’t really fit him. Hey – sidekick – I kinda like it. Wait a sec, then people may think sidekick = “partner”…nevermind. He’s a he. ANYWAY, the hubby and I have really tried our hardest to get back to WY this year. We have applied for everything. Currently, we are the closest we have ever been to getting jobs – and we find out tomorrow. I’m about to crawl out of my skin waiting!

So, tomorrow may be the start of a new chapter in my world. OR, tomorrow may be the dawning of yet another year in the armpit of the continental United States, in layman’s terms – Central Florida.