Heroes Among Us

Yes, some people predicted this would happen. My famous last words of “Ugh, I will NEVER have a blog,” have come back to serve me crow for lunch. But I’m glad they did. It is already proving to be a cleansing experience, sharing all the wonderful inspiration I soak up on a daily basis. When you come across something that awakens your own creativity, it is only natural to want to share it with others. I hope you’ll decide to go down the road of “eclectic enthusiasm” with me, and peek at the things in my dreams. First, here are a few things you need to know about me if you are contemplating giving this blog a read:

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I’m still just as quirky (read: weird) as I’ve always been. I love God, my family and sweet tea. Oh, and enchiladas. My life would totally be empty without chicken enchiladas. I love old movies and indulge in trashy reality shows. I love Pink Floyd and Patsy Cline equally.

Sometimes I go to a restaurant just because of its décor, but I’d rather eat the food from my kitchen than from a restaurant’s. I’m afraid of cats and any type of bird. I try to please everyone, and sometimes I wish I could say “no” with a little more force. I wish I knew how to play the piano. I love to read Rick Reilly just as much as Jane Austen. One day I’ll finally write the book I’ve been pondering for years… and then I’ll guilt you into buying it.

This is a politics-free zone, but as a journalist, I’m completely obsessed with news, sports and the world of politics. If Alex P. Keaton were a real person, but taller, we’d totally be married. And then he’d probably leave me over the fact that I don’t like to manually balance my checkbook. Like ever. I hate math. Guessing is just way more fun. And that nifty 1-800 bank line exists for a reason. Me. I also love fragments and short sentences.

I love being silly. I love big earrings, big purses and big sunglasses. I love Sundays. I am sort of loud and most always cheerful, but closed off about personal issues. Some things, I think, are meant to be private. The world has enough “Video Killed the Radio Star” moments without me adding my business to the mix. On an unrelated note, I am not a fan of Canadian Bacon pizza.

I love old houses more than I do shiny new ones. I love fireplaces in bathrooms, wainscoting, front porches and everything to do with houses. Except the cleaning part. I love being in love, but the kind of love where you don’t have to say it all the time or be in a constant state of canoodle.

I love where I came from, but I love the journey that brought me back even more. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and in my case, it holds true. The hustle and bustle of the Chicago streets was what I needed to kick-start my soul, the Blue Ridge Mountains were what I needed to see the world and its purity again, and moving back to my home state of Oklahoma is what I needed to make my heart sing soprano.

I wouldn’t trade a single journey in my life, good or bad, for infinite riches. It is because of those experiences that I’m who I am and where I am in this world. And I love that person and that place. A lot.

I love red lipstick, I love opposites, and most importantly, I love to daydream. Never should a day pass without a daydream dancing in my head. And that, my friends, is why Fancy Buffalo was born. The rest is just details. Weirdness and all.

Let the blogging commence.

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