Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Sometimes it pays to be a Scaredy Cat

When I lived with Wrangler Ami, both of us were a bit jumpy, and we would regularly squeak at each other coming out of bathrooms and other scary places. When I lived with my Roommates, I would cower away from all dark areas of the house, especially after watching LOST and getting creeped out.  Now that I live with my hunky husband, he’s taken to announcing his whereabouts at all times, to keep me from squeaking at him.  “I’m in the hallway! I’m in the office!”

It’s kindof embarrassing.

Yesterday morning, I went to take some laundry downstairs and our neighbor, Surfer Dude, was sitting on the bench outside his front door. “Hey,” he said, and I almost came out of my skin, and it was embarrassing.

BUT THEN, I went running later. And the bushes next to me rustled as I went panting by, so of course I “eeeked!” and moved over, and it MIGHT HAVE SAVED MY LIFE. Because as soon as I jumped over, a rock/dirt clod/missile of death came hurtling down to right where I had been running. I heard a loud guffaw from the cliff above me, and breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t have a newly-formed bump on my head or dirt in my hair. My jumpyness saved my life from the drunken tossings of beach bums.

Vindication has arrived.

(PS – Y’all were not helpful in my plea for more creative content yesterday. Anybody? Do you really want to read about my brushes with inconvenience death? C’mon, people.)

3 comments found

  1. She speaks the truth, people. Girlfriend screams like nobody’s biznass.

    Ummm… ideas. Write about…. Who you hope to see in Texas this weekend. 😉 Write about Cinque Terre. Write about what pictures are up in your house. Write about your new ministry plans. Write about the best movie you’ve seen so far this year (WHAT? I would read it!). Write about going to see Wicked. Write about how your parents’ business is going. Write about GETTING PUBLISHED AGAIN(!). Write about your love of The O.C., despite your background and why all reason says you should hate it. Write about the next Big Trip you and Adam are hoping/planning to go on. Write about learning to live with girly roommates. Write about your brother. Write about something you’ve never been able to write about before. Write about Adam’s crazy mud run. Write about your Dream Coffee House (What color are the walls? What do the the chairs look like? What’s it called? What’s the signature drink?). Write about your pet peeves. Write about our Abilene house- the comfy living room, the broken handled-oven, your little blue room, the hallway of our pictures and your artwork, the broken washing machine, the constantly chalked-up driveway, the rope swing hanging from the pecan tree, the Christmas lights that David and Seth would hang for us….

  2. V-baby, you are an idea-creating Goddess. And a beauty. And you can read.
    Love you.
    🙂

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