I know you are probably tired of hearing about my buffalo, but get this: It's not a buffalo. It's a bison. Buffalo live in Africa, our American prairies were populated by Bison. I was reminded of this by my 9 year olds. I promise to return to fiber content tomorrow. ... VIEW POST
You can’t buffalo me
(that's my house in the background) ... VIEW POST
Sometimes a buffalo is actually…
A buffalo. I saw my sister-in-law at the bank and asked. And that thing that looks like a buffalo is actually a buffalo. It's a big metal silhouette. I'll try to get a close up picture later, because I know you are just dying to see my buffalo. ... VIEW POST
Where the buffalo roam
Our house sits on the west edge of town. We are across the road from the New Addition, and also the Prairie Garden. (Technically the Wilson Nature Preserve, I think.) Some probably call it the Mess of Weeds, or something else derogatory. When Mark and I brush our teeth, we usually stand ... VIEW POST
Get real
Found this quiz on Gayle's blog. Don't usually do them, but wanted to see what it said. Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: ... VIEW POST
An epiphany
After we got home from the movie theater last night, my sister called. "Guess what we're going to watch in 5 minutes," she said. Yeah, yeah, rub it in, why don't you. I'd be watching Battlestar Galactica, too, if I had cable. We chatted, and then hung up, since she needed to get herself off to ... VIEW POST
