My all-time favorite blog of the past...year or so since I discovered it... is Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Her stories are hilarious, her photography breathtaking, and really. Lots of pictures of cowboys.
There is something exceedingly depressing about it all, though. I love her cooking recipes, and the romance of her marriage (as told in a nine trillion installment series, High Heels to Tractor Wheels). But I could never live her life. It isn't the ability to cook steaks, which I've never learned, since my income is more vegetarian friendly. It isn't the romance, which is strangely absent from my life right now. It isn't even the cute kid stories and photos of beautiful wild life, though of course I don't see a lot of cute kids or beautiful wild life in my apartment or at work.
I go into anaphylactic shock around horses. Deathly allergic. There goes my dream of growing up and meeting a cowboy.
Life is just not fair.
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