Winging It

As I've mentioned in previous posts, my loving husband and I recently sold out and moved south to suburbia-ville. While I absolutely love the extra square footage, I sometimes miss the old trees and the convenience of just driving up the street to my local whole foods. I do not, however, miss sharing one bathroom, tiny closets or the creepy sounds and quirks that come with a 60 year old house. I can't remember if I ever blogged about our ghost at the old house, but we definitely had one. He visited us quite frequently. And I do not miss him either.

With our new house, I have a new drive into work that passes lots of farms. Even though I grew up in Oklahoma, I still find it strange to look out my window and see horses, longhorns and cattle on a daily basis. I have come to enjoy these sites but perhaps the most impressive site I have recently discovered is a white buffalo. I thought these things were just myths or some sort of Native American legend. Apparently I was wrong. There's a ranch right by our house that has a giant statue of a white buffalo at the entrance. I thought it was just for good luck or something until last week I was gawking at the baby longhorns and spotted a real live white buffalo just standing in the field. It was a slightly foggy morning and he was just standing there staring out toward the road. And I thought I left the ghosts at the old house! This thing is massive and kind of spooky looking, but in a friendly way. He seems rather lonely but I have decided to name him Whitey, like that coach on One Tree Hill. (Did anybody watch that show besides me and my girls in the Old Pi Beta?)

Anyhoodle, I have become slightly obsessed with finding out about this white buffalo, but all of my research has been in vain as no one seems to know why he is on that ranch by himself. I personally think he brought my good luck as I recently noticed another form of buffalo going in right by our house. That's right: Buffalo Wild Wings! I have been staring down the new building for weeks with wishful thinking that something delicious would go in and it would not be a Hibdon Tire place or another freaking bank. There aren't many buildings around us folks, so when a new one starts construction, we perk up.

To say that I am excited about a new eating establishment that will serve me .35 wings on certain nights is an understatement. If you couldn't tell from my last post about girl scout cookies, you should be able to deduct that my fat ass loves all things fried, covered in sauce and then dipped in blue cheese/ranch. Mmmmm. Top it off with a beer and I am set for life. Between Sonic and this place right down the street, my trips to Whole Foods are becoming less and less. Time to try out the old jogging trails in our suburban style neighborhood.

I realize if I were a better writer and not currently consuming a bottle of wine, I would be able to tie the two buffaloes in my life together a little bit better than I did in this post. But alas, I am not a good writer and I am currently consuming a bottle of wine, so you all will have to bear with me on this one. Thank you.