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I'm not lost, but I should have been a rodeo queen

Yes, I should have been a rodeo queen.

Not a whole lot has happened to me since my last post. There have been a few Fern-ism's here and there, but nothing too remarkable off hand.

I've been keeping busy with stuff. Packing and readying myself for a move...well, it sucks. I have a moving crew. I have put a deposit down on said moving crew...1 bottle of Seagram's 7 and a 12-pack of Squirt.

Things I have learned since my last post:
  • I am not a fisherman
  • Newt has become addicted to riding in a car
  • Current phase: drinking water out of a glass
  • Lonesome Dove is a Classic (oh wait, I already knew that)
  • I am very Type-A...too Type-A for making Power Point Presentations
  • Children should not have fondant covered cakes for their first birthdays--the cake may be lovely, but its too hard to dive in
  • Ziploc Microwave Steam Bags are the new savior to corn on the cob
  • The new Lean Cuisine Breakfast Panini's are not good, they suck
  • That it is wonderful when an old friend comes back to you...the friendship is different, but its still a good feeling that they are back
  • Sometimes the people you look to the most disappoint you the most, but this can be countered by finding joy and inspiration in others perhaps forgotten or overlooked
I should have been a rodeo queen....don't ask I don't know!! I can assure you that I would have fabulously large hair, amazingly matte make up, wonderfully bright clothing, a tiara that glistened like a 1,006 stars, and pants on underneath my chaps! HA, got you...

I also discovered something amazing today....THE PIONEER WOMAN HAS LAUNCHED AN ALL RECIPE SITE...THE PIONEER WOMAN HAS LAUNCHED AN ALL RECIPE SITE... This is so exciting...I made the steak bites again the other night...delicious. Mom made the potato salad from her 4th of July posts and said that it was nothing less than amazing! The Web site is called Tasty Kitchen. Go there. Dive in. Be merry. Find another version of yourself! I have to admit that I haven't checked out more than the main page, but I couldn't wait to share the news!

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