Jun 21 2009

You can blame it on Rio, or my friend Fern

I opened Fern’s email.

You must read Pioneer Woman.

I’m an obedient friend when plied with flowery words such as must and read, so I did.

I emailed Fern.

OMG, I want to be Pioneer Woman when I grow up.  Without the calf nuts.  Or the mud.  Or the homeschooling.

Good luck with that, Fern replied.

I persisted.

She’s just writing about her life.  I used to do that. I could do it again.  I’d write the truth about carpools, raising kids, having friends and my life as a single mom in a tiny and very married suburb.  Life here is so mundane it’s fascinating. (She lives here, and knows it to be true) And I’d still have my other blog.

Fern was tough.

Yes, you could do all that and more — but  remember, it takes Pioneer Woman fifteen minutes to drive from one end of her ranch to another.

I was tougher.

It takes me fifteen minutes to pick up sushi.

* * *

So here I am.  Back in the land of the mom blogosphere.

Hang onto your calf nuts.  We’re in for a ride


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