I know you’ve all be waiting to here about my most fabulous adventure.

I met The Pioneer Woman.

In case you’re unaware, her blog was named one of the top 25 blogs of 2009.

So, yes.  She’s famous. And I got to meet her.

Me and a few others of course…

My mom and I decided to brave the crowd.  All I can say is, if you are going to pack hundreds of people into a small confined space, please keep the AC going.  I’m generally not a hot person, and I felt completely smothered by the stagnent air.  And I thought the poor middle aged woman sitting next me was going to have an injury from fanning herself so intensely.  (not my mom. we couldn’t get seats together, so I sat next a different middle aged woman)

One sidenote: I was really amazed how many men were there.  Maybe it was all just supportive husbands.  Who knows?

Anyway, while I was sitting in the crowd waiting for her to make her grand appearance I was thinking: celebrity-ish bloggers are SO much better than Hollywood celebrities.  I know there are a lot of you out there that feel like you know your favorite celebrity (ahem, Alisha…) but really all you know is what People magazine wants you to think about your favorite celebrity.

But with a blogger, you really, truly know them.  Every single thing you know about them came straight from their lips.  Of course there are some things they probably don’t tell you, but still… You have a way more intimate look into their life than a normal celebrity.

And that is why meeting Ree was the biggest deal ever.  Because I know her.

Don’t laugh, but I almost teared up when she walked out.  Crazy, I know.

So, she did this little Q & A time, which was fun. 

She shared very openly about how she gained ten pounds while writing the cookbook.

And about how Marlboro Man is real comfortable with all of her readers being obsessed with him.

And that she has never used a slow-cooker.  (this one really shocked me)

AND, that she is in the process of writing a new book… Black Heels to Tractor Wheels!!!

It was great.  She was great.  But we still needed to meet her.

After the Q & A, the wait began.

The line was long and extremely slow moving.

Then they announced that people with small children get priority because it was getting late.

We quickly called my sister who was entertaining my small children at the Baskin Robbins a couple of doors down and told her we needed them back.

With Miss I planted firmly on my hip we joined the line.

That’s when we got to meet Missy.

She was really sweet and fun to talk to.  She was going around taking pictures while Ree signed a million copies of her cookbook.

And that would be how my mom and I ended up on Confessions of a Pioneer Woman!!! (scroll down to the picture of the cute little blonde girl.  Yes that’s us waiting patiently in line behind her.) Can you believe it??? I know you’re jealous!

But now, the tragedy.

What Missy really wanted was to take a picture of Miss I.  Because she is really beautiful.  I was conjuring up visions of the most adorable girl in the world making her debut across the Pioneer Woman’s pages.

Missy walked up sweetly with the camera and said “can I take your picture?”

And Miss I…went off like a siren, screaming like there was no tomorrow.

All my dreams, shattered.

Of course five minutes later when mine was the only camera in sight, the crying stopped…

Of course she decided to be all cute and sweet then, when it was too late for stardom.

I kind of wanted to shake her and tell her “Do you know that you just missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime!?!!?”

But I didn’t. Because she’s two, and she really doesn’t give a rip about PW.

As you can see, when our turn finally came.

As my mom and I fell all over Ree (somewhat literally thanks to the speed with which they were moving us all along), Miss I was completely unimpressed.

Oh well.

Ree told me “hi”.  And I said “hi”.  And that was it. 

Don’t you wish you were there?