Well, I clicked over to The Argyle Sweater – I don’t get the strip in my northern Indiana newspaper – and saw this cow, the one RIGHT HERE.
I see this link changed with the day and when I specified 5/21, it connected. BUT -I think soon it will be unavailable so . . . I copied it.
Okay, I can’t speak for all the folks here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse . . . because they all want to tell you this themselves. I’m going first. Mr. Olbermann, I think you are obnoxious. You could say you didn’t agree with something, even say, “I strongly disagree” with this person or this action. But, my gosh, you go off on in a massive rant and so, when I saw a clip of you, I turned you off after only a few minutes. I went and checked other things you had said and watched the way you said them and I felt even more strongly about my opinion.
You don’t care that I think this. I understand.
Tom wants to say something now. “Keith, you suck.” . . . . .Tom, Tom, we agreed we weren’t going to use such phrases. Yes, you can say you loathe him. “Okay, Keith, the people here are only going to let me say I loathe you . . . butjustbetweenthetwoofus,yousuck.”
Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom.
We’re going to calm down and reorganize here, Keith.
Yesterday, I took it in my head to actually make a dent in the cluttered area that is my bedroom and sitting room. In ambiance, it is a akin to walking into a storage unit . . . but it’s getting better. As I dug through stuff piled on shelves, I found a plastic bag someone had handed me at the Home & Garden Show this spring – and I stuffed it in my pocket, which was becoming its own storage area. (You’ve heard of chipmunk cheeks, think chipmunk pockets.)
Well, I pulled it out and took a picture and here it is:
Kind of appropriate for a person with a leaning cow, don’t you think. I mean what if our cow falls over and we can’t get her up, we need to have a stand-in . . . well, a lean-in.
I turned the bag over and took another picture and here it is:
So I guess I’ll be getting out the potting soil, and if you hear a low lowing, you’ll know I’m watering the little guys.
*The seeds have the name Creative Comedy on the paper and I think their website is HERE.
Okay, here is a recipe with pictures from the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.
THE CRUNCHY CHEDDAR CHEESE FOLDOVER
Step One:
Crunchy peanut butter
Cheddar cheese bread
Step Two – PB on bread
Step Three – fold slice over . . . some types of bread will tend to tear. This is all right; it is still a foldover.
I have a little friend we call Newfie – she has a room here in the Roadhouse, well more like a space on the old Chickenpox Sofa.
I’m going to have to digress, aren’t I? Can’t just leave Chickenpox Sofa hanging in the air . . . The CS is an early 1950’s vintage blue nubbed couch that I lay on when I had the chickenpox in 1953 – at Christmastime. I remember the doctor gave me huge cubic pills that were gray – you had to chew them. One morning, I couldn’t stand the thought of it and put it under the saucer. I don’t know what I was thinking and my mother found it, but I didn’t have to take it. I took the rest, however, because I think I surmised that this maneuver would work only once without consequences.
Anyway, the family never got rid of this sofa. And maybe twelve years ago when we came back here to be close to my parents – I’m an only child – my mother said I could take it if no one saw it. Fine with me. I have it upstairs with a comfy comforter over it.
So that’s where Newfie has her bunk when she’s here.
Newfie is a Raggedy Ann type of d__l. Technically, she is from the Noo branch of the family, the Woos being from China, the Foos sweet and a little funloving, the Spoofs are beach girls who use Val Speak, the Spiffies have good heads on their shoulders and are quiet and demure. The list could go on.
Noo has always been a pleasant little thing, but sometimes it seems she is a little quirky, like a clock that keeps its own time. Sort of like the Newfoundland Time Zone that is 30 minutes “off” – that is, right smack in the middle of Atlantic Time and Eastern Time.
That is how we realized that we had misunderstood: she was not a Noofie, but a Newfie. Actually, I have a friend who lived a great deal of her life in Canada and she used to smile and say the folks in Quebec and Ontario referred the the Newfoundland folks as “Newfies” and her smile turned rather impish.
But to get to this morning’s occurrence, driving back form taking my daughter-in-law to work, I spied a cute little copperish-orange mini SUV (or would that be suv) in front of me and the license plate said “NEWFIE 6”. As we came to an intersection, the NEWFIE vehicle number 6 went on through the yellow light and left me sitting at the red. I guess she was on to me.
So, maybe Newfie is not what she seems; maybe she travels in a big fancy RV licensed “NEWFIE 1” and the little cars run around doing her errands – like getting early morning doughnuts. And just because I saw “6” doesn’t mean there are only that many in the fleet . . . She could have an empire.
Gosh, maybe Newfie is from Manitoba . . . Nah, not our little Newf.
UH . . . I wrote this a year ago. Obviously the new site is slick and nice and professional and successful . . . and you’re probably here because she won the Blog of the Year. I like the pictures of the ranch and I am partial to her older daughter, but I don’t cook or do more than point and shoot with photography. And I don’t homeschool. I wish I could ride well, but then so does she . . . so we have that in common.
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The Pioneer Woman did two things just recently: She won the Best Written Bloggie Award ; she put her site in maintenance mode. This does not make sense to me. I would anticipate people unaware of her site clicking over because they have seen her url while skimming though a short article on the Bloggies. When they tried to take a look, a maintenance page popped up – been there about three days now.
I don’t think she has a problem with having people visiting her site and clicking on the ads, sending in for her photos. I imagine “the pioneer woman.com” will be almost a brand name. But get recognition and then shut down for a bit – I don’t think so.
Well, things happen and there’s never a good time for things to go wrong or take longer than usual. Still, I think there was a better time to schedule the “changing event” because you know . . . things happen, things go wrong, things take longer than usual.
UPDATE: MARCH 22, 2010
It has been two years since I made three or four entries in this blog about The Pioneer Woman. At that time the average person was just finding out she was Ree Drummond, wife of Ladd, member of a rich ranching family in Oklahoma. I think she had won “Best Kept Secret” blog about that time. Because I write this blog for the heck of it, I have only recently scrolled far enough down on the site management page to see it contains a graph with visit statistics.
I saw on Friday a tremendous jump and discovered it had to be related to the news that PW/Reese Witherspoon are in the news regarding a possible movie version of the Ladd and Ree Drummond Romance Story.
Obviously, all that is here is pretty much zippo. And obviously The Pioneer Woman has gone way beyond the best secret blog thingie. I’m sorry if you came here looking to be enlightened about her. She has a giant following, having started by writing about ranch life and sharing pictures of an Oklahoma Shangri-La. And she diversified with recipes, home-schooling, photography lessons and big time giveaways . . . into the Big Time of success. A dissenting opinion about her wonderfulness by a blogger who has actually spent time at her ranch can be found at My Sister’s Farmhouse.
As for me, I liked seeing pictures of the ranch and learning a little about the cattle-working process, and now I check in every now and then to see what’s up.
This is odd; I thought I wrote a post about the Pioneer Woman and the stats show people found this site by searching for her name, but I can’t find that post I thought I wrote.
I remember I said her husband’s name was Ladd and her father-in-law was Charles R. and that once the Drummond family had owned over 100,000 acres.
Hmmm . . . I wonder what happened.
UPDATE: You know, I may have accidentally deleted that post. Drat. Oh, I think Ladd’s nickname is Woody.
Since then I have written: What is it about the Pioneer Woman?
Oh, and then another it about the pioneer woman
UPDATE #2: And then I wrote no more because I had satisfied my curiosity and gotten used to seeing the things in ranching life. I still go there to see more and look at the lodge pictures and now and then her other topics – I don’t cook though and that is why The Leaning Cow is located at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.
