Meeting The Pioneer Woman

A few weeks back my Twitter followers and Facebook friends heard about my adventure attending The Pioneer Woman’s cookbook signing. If you don’t have her cookbook, I suggest you put it on your Christmas List. It is a wonderful mix of her family story and good old fashioned cooking. With butter. Lots and lots of butter. YUM!

Notice where we were sitting? The FRONT ROW.

She was that close. Of course, as my luck would have it, she sat in the chair facing away from me. We got there plenty early. Two hours early to be exact. It was worth it to be close enough for the Pioneer Woman to spit on me. We passed the time taking pictures of each other IN THE FRONT ROW.

Like a dummy, I thought I would be smart and take the little point and shoot camera instead of lugging around my heavy duty baby. Not so smart. I got nothing with the little camera. It took forever to take and when it did, the images were blurry or totally black. Thankfully, my friend, Rebecca, got some images that I stole so I could share them with you.

Here is Marlboro Man (much better looking in person I might add).

Here is their littlest punk. Too cute!

The Pioneer Woman herself. Look at her in those skinny jeans.

I’m pretty sure she was looking for me here.

Marlboro Man and the two punks sat just off to the side of us. I think their boy liked us. Or, he thought we were so funny looking he had to get our picture.

Funny looking or not, the little punk’s image of us made it on her blog!

This was just before her Ethel Merman impersonation, a pretty darn good version of “There’s No Business Like Show Business”.

Then came our second bout of fame. We made her blog again, this time as blobs.

The evening wrapped up with the Pioneer Woman signing our cookbooks. As predicted, I had nothing witty or intelligent to say when I met her. I wasn’t even smart enough to leave her my blog address so she could share a link on her blog.

It was fun to see her interact with her kids just like any normal mom would. They were getting pretty tired of the whole event. This was right after they stole her purse and nearly drug out it’s entire contents.

It was hard work autographing all of those cookbooks.

Our whole group got a picture, too.

Marlboro Man was busy autographing the picture of his butt in the cookbook. But, I didn’t get his signature. I would never objectify a man like that. (Okay, I didn’t want to stand in line any longer.)

Best of all, the Pioneer Woman gave everyone attending a free t-shirt. Of course, I had to model it for you. See what you missed if you didn’t go?!?

It was a fun evening with the girls that concluded with $17 chicken strips at Houston’s. They don’t have anything on the Pioneer Woman’s chicken strip recipe!