Obsessmuch?

A secret. I can be a trifle obsessive. Another secret. Obsessive is an understatement. I easily become totally and completely absorbed in whatever new thing strikes my fancy. It worries my DB. When he points this out, I tell him that it works in his favor! as I am obsessive over him, he aught not complain! In truth, he sometimes he has reason to worry. When I discover something new that I enjoy, I just cant seem to leave it alone. It may be a book or a kind of food, a horse for sale or a new hobby....it could be just about anything! Once I have it in my mind, I cant let go or give my attention to anything else for more than a fleeting moment and become resentful of anything that pulls me away from it. Books are one of my many passions. Next to horses, dogs and lovin' my man, reading is right up there in my list of priorities. I will literally read all day long. It is amazing, the tasks that can be completed while reading. I can walk, cook, play with the dog, do chores, all with my nose stuck in a book. I have to stop myself at driving (though reading at stoplights is legal, right?)

I used to worry about my obsessive nature. I never allowed myself to become a drinker or a smoker as a teen, and rarely if ever have a single drink today because I recognized early a pull within myself towards addiction. Other areas of my life, like horses and reading, I allow to run at full throttle. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way you look at it, I am afforded a lot of time in my life in which to explore such vices.

Yesterday I discovered a blog that immediately became my addiction of the day (that and Apple Cinnamon Cheerios!). Apparently, I am the last person in the free-blog world to hear of The Pioneer Woman! (Confessions of A Pioneer Woman) A brief summary for all of you that are as out of touch as I am. Pioneer Woman is a 30 something year old lady raised by an upper class family in a city in Oklahoma. After high school she moved to L.A. for six years to go to collage and live the high flutin' city life. On a brief stopover in her hometown (on her way to law school in Chicago) she met and fell in love with a forth generation rancher (who just happens to be hot as all hell). She married him, had four babies, became the ranchers wife and the rest, as they say, is history. Hers is a professional blog, filled with absolutely gorgeous photos, cute video and audio clips, yummy recipes and a very hot little romance story (of how she met her husband). Yesterday, I spent a few hours getting caught up on "Black heels to Tractor Wheels: A love story" This cute little saga kept me glued to the computer screen, desperate for more!. My only disappointment is that she is still writing the damn thing! There should have been a disclaimer at the top of the page warning anyone that is insanely impatient and obsessive or that goes mental when unable to finish a book not to start reading!!!

I am a self professed hopeless romantic. My story is the polar opposite of this love story in that I was the country girl and my DB is the high flutin city boy. I wouldnt have it any other way. But what cowgirl didn't dream, at one point or another, to be swept a way by a cowboy? (the "do goodin', god fearin' ranchers type"). If you wish to indulge that fantasy for a moment or two, you just have to scoot on over to Pioneer Woman for a glimpse at the life of a ranchers wife. While I hate to plug an already successful blog, and highly encourage you'all to check out the wonderful people and stories on my favorite blog list, I wanted to share with you my lattest obsession. I am heading on over there now (with my second bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios!) Care to join me?