this is how you become the pioneer woman.

I didn’t want to post about this on GMS because I feel like it’s unprofessional (read: gloating.) And it’s not even a big deal. And it might lead to nothing.

But big changes are going on over at GMS. We’re working on some stuff that’ll knock your socks off. It’s making us excited for the fall, another Thanksgiving, and another holiday season.

And the first little bitty thing that happened was we got contacted by someone who wants to give us product for a giveaway. It was in connection with one of M’s gluten-free posts.

I read this email at the laundromat with Jeff.

“This is how it happens.” I said. “This is how you become the Pioneer Woman.”

I was giggling, so excited to be contacted and know that someone other than my family and Corelyn’s family and the Lears read our blog. As it turns out, they do.

And thus we enter the world where the blog is more than just a blog. We’ll see where it takes us — maybe to 100 readers a day. I wish we were so blessed. (Well, we are, but you know what I mean.) My point is, we have big plans, two girls from the east made Californians now bi-coastal. Now five girls, always growing, always changing, becoming something bigger, better. Here we go.

Photo by Mary Costa

The Original Hipster

I downloaded “Instagram” on my phone a few nights ago. The PW told me to, and I mostly trust her in all things. I told Jeff about it, because I was tinkering around on my phone.

“That’s so hipster,” he exclaimed.

“No, it’s not! PW told me to get it, she’s not hipster!” So there, I thought.

“She lived in LA and then moved to the country. And writes a blog. About the country. That makes her like the original hipster.”

Well, maybe it does.

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Last night Corelyn and I went to Griffith Observatory to watch the sunset, something on her LA bucket list. I took this photo with my Instagram program. OK, so maybe there is a little hipster inside of me. A smidge.

A non-hipster photograph of the observatory, all lit up. More to come.

Twenty ten: Winter.

We celebrated three years with a trip to Santa Barbra.

We hung out with Benny.

We got a food processor.

We went to the farmer’s market.

We had bonfires.

We said goodbye to our Christmas trees.

We took up tennis.

We went to a NBA game. We watched the kids we coach play on the court at half time.

We turned 24. (And 25. And 26, 27, 28.)

We hung out with Benny a little more.

While making PW recipes.

We did a puzzle.

M came to visit.

We coached. Three seasons.

We were counted.

We finished Everwood.