Monday, December 12, 2011

Here goes nothing!

Recently my sister got me started reading blogs.  Funny, laugh out loud, real life people doing and saying things that make me laugh.  Love them!  So, having no extra time in my day, I decided I'd give it a try.  Why the hell not.  My life is full of stupid crap that no one everyone will want to read about. 

First thing I had to come up with a name.  Problem was, everything I could think of was not appropriate for some that might read this.  Those that know me, know that I cuss.  Alot.  It's a terrible thing some of the filth that comes out of my mouth.  So, disclaimer.....I CUSS ALOT!!!!!!  Recently I started running.  I used to despise the thought of it.  I had visions of passing out while jogging 1/4 of a mile and would lay there till my husband, a hired man, or one of the horses/cows/dogs would find me.   But let's face it.  I'm not getting any younger.  And what's the best thing for finding one's abs  becoming a healthier person, RUNNING.  So, I started the Couch to 5k program awhile back and now I'm an obsessive runner.  I'm slow as a turtle, but that's not the point.  I also live on a ranch.  So, I'm cheap labor when my husband needs help, bookkeeper, cook, mom, chaeuffer, part picker upper, and just about anything else you can think of.  Oh, and I also coach high school volleyball and elementary basketball.  I get stressed, pissed off, and downright bitchy when I can't exercise or find even 30 minutes to myself a day.  So, I finally came up with an appropriate name for my blog that wouldn't offend anyone.  "Runaway Ranchwife"  Pretty much sums up the way I feel most days.  I take 30 minutes to "run away" from the day to day crap, regroup, and feel a little better about myself!


  1. Welcome, sister. I shamelessly plug you in my blog tonight!

  2. Hehe, I love that you are "cheap" labor when your husband needs help....Im apparently free labor cause I havent seen payday yet!

  3. I'm loving the fact that you have joined the dark side of being a runner!! Awesome! It takes a special kind of obsessive to be a runner. Welcome to the crazy club!