A List.

1. Lately, I spend all my time fantasizing about THIS. (click)

2. Sometimes, it's a little more than fantasizing.

3. Sometimes, I make appointments to go visit ranches and meet horses.

4. August 25, thank you for asking.

5. This weekend is Lamb Days, and this time I am not missing the Friday Night talent show. No, Siree. I am very much looking forward to my annual lamb burger body cleanse. I am anxious about seeing people I know. Or used to know. Or people who didn't much care for me.

6.  As a 5th-9th grader, I was very much like Drew Barrymore. You either get her, or you don't. Only I wasn't charming, I was high strung. And slightly unkempt.

7. As all proper 4H girls ought to be.

8. In 8 days, my whole family will be in Utah for one weekend, which has not happened since our wedding, and I don't really count that, because I was just the tiniest bit nervous nauseous distracted excited about other things that weekend to really appreciate it. I am really looking forward to having my babies, sisters, and parents at arms reach.

9. In 11 days, I am leaving for Minneapolis for a conference, and while I think it will be great, I feel like I am on slightly shaky ground right now to be away from my home, my family, and the 24 hour streaming Olympic coverage I would be  getting from our Centurylink bundle of satellite and internets.

10. What I'm saying is, I'm not sure how much I will be seeing of Minneapolis.

11. If one more person complains on Facebook about someone "spoiling" the new Batman movie, I'm going to give up Facebook. I'm sorry someone ruined your movie. You know what else ruins movies? People being murdered while they're watching a movie. Use your brains.

12. I am totally not seeing that movie.

13. Sorry that 11 and 12 were not funny numbers. But they are still true.

14. I am beyond delighted that Mayim Bialik of Blossom fame was nominated for an Emmy for her portrayal of Amy Farrah Fowler on the Big Bang Theory. No one else could play that part better than she does.

15. Today is one of my best and oldest friend's birthdays. I always thought that it was SPECTACULAR that he was born the same day as the moon landing. He is the sort of person who is always taking many small, arduous steps, that I believe will one day be for the great and profound benefit of mankind. Unless he sells out to become a litigator for Pfizer. It's up in the air, but he knows I believe in him. Happy birthday, Buttface.

16. I need a new favorite summer song, y'all. Make some suggestions. You may not suggest: Adele, Chris Brown, or Gotye.

17. Lacey and I still Bachateloretting. Finale on Sunday!

18. I recently made her this, in celebration of her favorite contestant:

19. What an awkward number to stop at.


A Blog About Blogging. Blogception.

Blogging is a great many things to a great many people. Some like to talk about their beautiful children (I love that) and some like to talk about SCIENCE (I love that equally as much) and some people like to talk about whatever charmed status their life has achieved (I love it as long as it's true. Actually, I don't even care if it's true if it brings you solace, or a goal to live up to, or makes you a better person.)  Some like to vent, and I don't like those. Especially my own.

I started blogging in college, I think. But I probably had things like a blog (long emails to friends, long posts in FORUMS, remember forums, guys?) for the past ten years. And for many years, I kept personal handwritten journals which are FILLED to the brim with romantic angst. Interestingly, when I met Dan, I stopped writing in journals. Not enough romantic angst.

Like Alanis Morisette and Avril Lavigne, I got married and my stuff started to suck. Or in my case, just wasn't worth penning to paper. "Dear Journal, today I had nothing but totally positive happy feelings about the person I married, except that part where he made fun of me while we were shopping at Ross. But actually, that was pretty funny. Love, Lorraine".  It just doesn't hold the same urgency to write it out as "He dumped me. Again. Wanna talk about it for 20 or 30 pages?"

But I'd like to think that while my personal journaling has changed, my blog is still what it always was- a place where I selfishly talk about the things I want in life, and where I'm going, and then for the sake of my readers hopefully tell you something slightly self deprecating. That's the least I can do.

All both of you that read this will be shocked to learn that my stats do not put me in the "I should monetize this baby" range. In fact, I'm expecting an email from Google any day saying "We knew black holes existed in space, but on the INTERNETS? Give us $10."

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm okay with that, and those of you that read about my corn dogs, and my house, and my endless blither blather about horses are good good people, and I'm always speechless when someone tells me that they read my blog.

Also, if your blog is listed to the right of this sonnet, it means that I love what you do too, and if your blog is somewhere at the bottom of that list, I am holding out all hope that you will write again soon.

Thanks for stopping by. Truly.



While my parents have been busy wishing they had less dogs, cats, horses, donkeys, and are now officially down 2 mules, my sister has been very busy acquiring two new cats, and Dan and I have made not one but two trips to the Humane Society in the past week to look at DOGS.

I can't believe I'm even saying that.

I have reviled the idea of having a dog for awhile, even though I really like dogs, and desperately loved the three Aussies I had growing up at the ranch. It's just that owning a dog-- more than owning a cat, and I think even more than owning a HOUSE-- says that you are settled down. A house you can rent out and still move to Italy or New York City or Guam for a few months. a cat? I don't think Jeoffrey would notice if we never came back, so long as Uncle Dylan always came by and filled his food and water every few days. But once you have a dog, you're really telling the Universe "I don't really want to go anywhere, anymore. Also, I love stepping in dog poop."

But lately, when I go places, I just want to be home again soon. And one of the best parts is coming home to faces I love.

Are my days as a wandering Lorraine in Spain numbered?

I'll let you know.


Rough Rehash of Dinner Last Night

Lorraine: horses olympics blah blah blah, eventing team such and such, thoroughbred blather, vet inspections tomorrow, yaddah yaddah yaddah....

Dan: So, you think that Boyd Martin will make the team no matter what?

Lorraine:(stops in mid-sentence with a mouth full of corn on the cob) what did you say?

Dan: Well, I mean, if he and Neville had a fall at the Trials, do you think they'll take Otis even as young as he is with the London venue being so intense?

Lorraine: (just kind of choking at this point) ummm, what?

Dan: Of course you want them to choose Remington first, because he's your favorite, but you sounded pretty skeptical about that.

Lorraine: You....You've been listening this whole time?

Dan: I like Mystery Whisper.

Marriage: (mare-ahj, noun) When you realize that someone is listening when you talk about all the boring stuff you love, and that makes them hotter. 

PS: Steak, Corn on the Cob, Grillin Beans and Root beer. Orange Julius for dessert.