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From far away, we hope you can hear our laughter, see our smiles, and feel what's in our hearts.
And know that we are wishing you the best 39th birthday you've ever had (even better than last year. . . or the year before . . . or the year before . . . or the year before. . . )!!
Can you believe I took this picture this past weekend? I STILL have hydrangea's in the yard.
The tree leaves have fallen and turned from their rich fall colors to a nice shade of brown, so this makes me happy to see a little splash of color still out there.
Have a happy Thanksgiving!
My favorite people are the ones that make me smile.
Constantly.
Throughout the day.
My favorite people are the ones I never tire of watching.
I suppose the fact that I helped create them plays a big role in this. But really, they created me. I'm so thankful and blessed to have these little munchkins in my life!
Do you REALLY need me to explain it?
Have a wonderful weekend!
Oh "P", Oh "P",
What's happened to you?
Are you hiding somewhere?
Are you stuffed in a shoe?
Are you under the fridge,
All alone and cold?
Did you leave in the night?
Tired of snotty hands that hold?
Are you out to sea?
Did you climb a tree?
Oh where can you be?
Our dear little "P."
Are you shoved in a drawer?
Are you under the sink?
Perhaps down the toilet
Where everything stinks?
We miss you "P".
It's just not the same.
Without you here,
This alphabet's lame.
Please do come back.
You're missed through and through.
Please fill your spot here
Between the "O" and the "Q."
Yes, I went.
Yes, I saw her.
And listened to her talk . . . and she was fabulous.
And watched her punks duke-it-out on stage.
And watched her Marlboro Man try to sternly discipline them while politely signing pictures of his derriere.
And I saw the women swoon and ogle up at him with their hopeful eyes.
And I saw women swoon and ogle over Ree too, but in a very different way.
And I saw Ree on stage, perfectly composed, signing books and smiling all the while.
And I got my book signed at exactly 11:15pm. . . evidently that's what time #523 gets to have their book signed.
And I got to tell her that I loved her blog - and my husband loved her (even though he has no idea who Pioneer Woman is) because I cook her recipes occasionally now.
And I didn't tell her that she was my Internet Crush. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that I was completely star struck by a blog-writing, homeschooling, picture-taking, good-food-cooking housewife from Oklahoma. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that even though I know Charlie stinks to high-heaven on most days, I still want to wrap his droopy ears under his chin and rub noses with him. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that her little punk asked me if I wanted him to sign my book because he was featured on page 6. And I didn't tell her I got a giggle out of that because I was thinking about the NY Post Page Six and thinking the LAST thing she would probably want is one of her punks featured on Page Six. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that I'm completely inspired by her photography. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that I've learned so much from her little blog over this past year that I just simply can't put it into words. . . But I thought about it.
And I didn't tell her that I tried to get my own picture of Marlboro Man's derriere, but without those chaps, I just couldn't do it justice . . . Didn't EVEN think about telling her that one.
BUT . . . I did thank her for coming to Kansas City.
And putting up with all us crazy women-folk who follow her fabulous country life.
And for sticking it out until the end - so # 523 could get her book signed, and get a picture with her.
And I walked away happy. Happy that I got to meet the fabulous Pioneer Woman. Happy that she's had so much success with this wonderful little cookbook. Happy to have sat in a room full of people who all felt the same way.
P-Dub, please keep doing what you do.
Oh, and I love you more-n-my luggage too!!
