I always look forward to when the new Bloggies come out each year. They always introduce me to new blogs that I'd been missing out on (and bizarrely enough, let me vote for the girl who used to live down the street from me. Way to go, Kristin!). Last year, they introduced me to The Pioneer Woman. I quickly added her full RSS feed to my Google Reader and I've been hooked ever since.
A few months ago, my sister, Beverly, and I realized that we had a mutual love for all things P-Dub. When her new cookbook came out, my sister purchased a copy for herself and one for me. Since then, she's also indoctrinated our mom, who passed the love along to our other sister and family friends. We are officially a Pioneer Woman family.
When the Charlotte book signing was announced, I could literally hear Beverly's moans of jealousy all the way from Mississippi. My sister is one of those people who really gets into following celebrities that she likes. REALLY gets into it. (Just ask her anything about John Mayer. I dare you. She knows it all.) So, anyway, she was dying that I could go and she couldn't.
I really like Ree and enjoy her work, but I'm one of those people who would normally shy away from a social situation like this. I would never confront a celebrity under any situation, no matter how high my level of respect or excitement. I don't like bothering people....especially people who get bothered all the time. (This, unfortunately, extends to all areas of my life, not just the celebrity-sphere. I have a hard time talking to waiters, receptionists, clerks, etc. I once sat in a car dealership waiting room for 2 hours because I didn't want to go bother the serviceman at the desk...even though they had just forgotten about me and my car had been done after 20 minutes. Sigh. But I'd rather sit there for hours than "bother" someone. Aren't my neuroses just adorable?!)
However, my love for my sister is deep and wide, so I decided it was worth the possible mortification I would endure if I made an idiot out of myself and I made plans to go down to south Charlotte for the book signing. Ree is known for posting pictures of babies that come to her book signings, and my sister was certain that Luke would make the cut, especially if she made him some PW-inspired gear.
That's Ree, way in the out-of-focus background.Unfortunately, possibly because of my avoidance of these kind of situations in the past, I didn't know that we needed to get there HOURS ahead of time (possibly DAYS?? I never did fully understand how it all worked, no thanks to the Joseph-Beth's website *ahem*) in order to get a ticket. We ended up in Group S (as in out of the alphabet), and because Ree was so gracious and spent time with every person who came by, the groups took about 15-20 minutes to go through. So, even though the signing started at the totally baby-friendly hour of 6 PM, Travis and I did the math after watching a few groups go through and realized it would be well after 10 before we got called. Luke is a really good baby, but there was no way in the world he was going to be cute and personable, least of all awake, at 10PM. So, we snapped some pictures, took a video, and decided that was just as close as he was going to get to meeting The Pioneer Woman. Fortunately for us, he didn't seem to mind. He just wanted a bottle and was asleep before we made it back home. Don't take it personally, Ree!