Last night Lisette came home starry-eyed, with that unmistakable look that said, "I'm in love".
And then came a big sigh. And more sighs. And then more. And then, finally, the explanation:
Lisette has fallen in love with a blogsite.
Before, throughout and after dinner, Lisette spoke of this blogsite; the sighs, "ahhh", filled the silence in between.
"I call the computer after dinner!", she stated to Brent, who offered no objection, only asked would it be rude to now leave the room as he had heard enough of Lisette and her blogsite. This spewing ( and the never-ending sigh) was not man talk, not man stuff; he had had enough. And all of this of course, a-la-Brent, with a smile on his face.
A little time later Lisette announced ( to no one in particular) that she was not going to visit her new obsession, that she had to save the enjoyment for today when boredom at work would predictably overtake her. But shortly afterwards, there she was on the computer, loud "ahhs" permeating, simply unable to pull herself away from "Pioneer Woman" and her Marlboro Man and the absolutely breathtaking photographs Pioneer Woman takes and adds to her site.
Yes, this Blogsite is simply called, Pioneer Woman". Google it and you're there.
And yes, all throughout Lisette's pre, during and post dinner "ahhs", she urged me to visit this site, using adverbs and adjectives aplenty to describe to me what I would be missing otherwise.
She described Pioneer Woman's life and her husband ( whom she refers to as Marlboro Man), and the photos, and the children, and told us of how these two had met and their life on the ranch and the horses and.....PAUSE THE GAME!
Ranch. Horses. I turned to Lisette, "That," I said to her, "was always my fantasy life from as young as 3rd grade".
Yes, she knew this. She remembered my having talked about this and it was why she was so excited to tell me about it; she knew I would understand. We both sighed.
I found myself reminiscing to Lisette about those young day fantasies of mine. About Bonanza, my all-time favorite TV show. About "turning" my bike into a horse because I was the adopted sister of the Catrwrights ( I had been a waif found along the countryside and, of course, I was irresistible and how could they not take me in?) About adventures I had with Little Joe, both of us always getting into trouble. About the fact that I was this "wonder-girl" who could ride better than most, who could stand the hardships of cattle drives, was a darn good sharpshooter, and gorgeous and lovable to boot! About how this fantasy had served to fill in so many hours of my days and never fully left me so that I announced, there at the ping-pong table in my family's basement ( I think I was then 12 at the time), that I wanted to marry a cowboy and live on a ranch. I think it was at this point that Brent began to plan his graceful exit!
Late last night I visited Pioneer Woman. It all seems too good to be true, but I see what Lisette sees, if that's' the life you want. I'll leave it to you to visit the site, but....
this is not the point of my post.
It occured to me, even as I was sighing and spewing with Lisette, that it might be lots of fun ( and a needed boost to our Millions) if each of us could read what some of you might write concerning your own childhood fantasies. These might not be as clear-cut or obsessive or on-going as mine was; I was truly a dreamer and probably for far longer than I should have been. But I know you dreamed ( and am I only speaking to the woman here? - honest question btw), so how about letting us in on those dreams and fantasies?
Another btw: I'm not talking "comments" here. I'm suggesting individual Posts. I'm also warning you that the comments will come; you know they will!
Lisette is home again and I fully expect Pioneer Woman to pop up on this screen before the evening is out.
3 comments:
Mom, you're ridiculous. Really funny. I'm scared to visit that blog.
And I appreciate your call for posts, but I only tell my childhood fantasies to my bike seat.
Notice I added a Question mark after my post.
What is wrong with you people?
Shake away those cobwebs...put aside those winter blues...at least long enought to COMMENT, for crying out loud.
I get it: Mary's fantasies remain with her bike seat. Looser.
What about the rest of you?
Jeepers, Lisette...I think we need to have a mtg. to talk about divorcing ourselves from this family. What do you think?
Wait a minute, what did I just say to Lisette?
No comments from you either?
Looser 2.
Get away from me. No more Marlboro Man stories or "ahhs's".
Cook your own dinner.
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