I had a dream about you last night! Also Boris, my cat. Hey, I can't control my unconscious...
You are MY inspiration. I even got myself an accounting book because of you. Now I have to hold myself accountable because it just sits there, daring me to write in it.
Pam - tell me what is supposed to show up in this post... I cannot see anything except the header. It may be my internet connection?? Harumphh!
I Heart Pioneer Woman too. And A Novel Woman. Not the least for sticking me between Bossy and Ree on her Favourites list!!! Heh. (Love that alphabet thang!) :-) BB WV is antraps... what insects do to bad percussion music?
Right-o!! Got that link and checked it out... *sigh*. She's lovely. Love that accent! Love hearing voices as it really makes them "real" - just like hearing your voice for the first time on your blog. I would know you now, if we met somewhere. Or Ree. Perhaps we can all rendezvous somewhere and talk photos... Hawaii??
PS Anyone else notice the longhorn steer in that clip? And the poncho she bought on a rodeo trip once. I spend WAY too much time reading this woman's blog!
Yutha, Brinky - you know our mother reads this blog, right?
I just wish you'd both behave. I do MY level best to remain civil, and polite. One might almost say I'm the Good Child if one was to forced to choose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make my bed, as I do every day.
A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.
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Well, I heart A Novel Woman.
Hey, Ms VP!
I had a dream about you last night! Also Boris, my cat. Hey, I can't control my unconscious...
You are MY inspiration. I even got myself an accounting book because of you. Now I have to hold myself accountable because it just sits there, daring me to write in it.
Pam - tell me what is supposed to show up in this post... I cannot see anything except the header. It may be my internet connection?? Harumphh!
I Heart Pioneer Woman too. And A Novel Woman. Not the least for sticking me between Bossy and Ree on her Favourites list!!! Heh. (Love that alphabet thang!)
:-)
BB
WV is antraps... what insects do to bad percussion music?
Pee Dubs is now an HP commercial? WILD, eh?
~kc
I can only see the header too - what gives??
There is supposed to be a video there. Some people can see it, some cannot. Hmm.
I get regular updates from Wetpaint, an HP printer site, and so if you go to this website, you can see Ree's video:
http://expressioncenter.wetpaint.com/page/Pioneer+Woman?t=anon
Let me know if this works.
nya nya, I can see the video :)
Right-o!! Got that link and checked it out... *sigh*. She's lovely. Love that accent! Love hearing voices as it really makes them "real" - just like hearing your voice for the first time on your blog. I would know you now, if we met somewhere. Or Ree. Perhaps we can all rendezvous somewhere and talk photos... Hawaii??
PS Anyone else notice the longhorn steer in that clip? And the poncho she bought on a rodeo trip once. I spend WAY too much time reading this woman's blog!
Heh.
:-)
BB
That link worked - thanks Pam. And Brinky - you shuddup....
Bush Babe, I am up for Hawaii. Who else is in? I'll explain to my husband as a business write-off. Or a camera club field trip.
And yes, I noticed the poncho, too! Pathetic....
Hi Brinky! I take it your comments were directed at our sister Yutha?
Yutha, Brinky - you know our mother reads this blog, right?
I just wish you'd both behave. I do MY level best to remain civil, and polite. One might almost say I'm the Good Child if one was to forced to choose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make my bed, as I do every day.
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