The P-Dub Experience...

Yes, you read that right...

P-Dub.

PW.

THE Pioneer Woman.

Ree Drummond.

This lady...

You might recognize her...

Joseph-Beth Booksellers, in Charlotte, NC, around 6pm (on May 7th) sounded like a Justin Bieber concert. 

Seriously, all us crazy fans belted out like...well...crazy fans when she walked in!

My friend and I (Angela from Angela's Peony Patch) had planned on meeting PW in Atlanta during her winter book tour, but as fate would have it, we weren't able to make the trip and I thought all hope was lost.

But then we caught wind of her "short" Spring book tour and Charlotte was one of the lucky spots!

Boy, we jumped on this like hungry ducks on a june bug...

Seriously.

We were fortunate enough to land some GREAT tickets and were some of the first to meet Ree.

I almost wet my pants with excitement.

Here's another picture of her.  She really is this beautiful.

Though she kept talking about not taking shots from this angle. 

I didn't listen...

And obviously "this angle" isn't a bad one for her.

She also made mention of her beloved spanx.  And tugged at her britches.

Funny gal =)!

While I was snapping away, it never once occurred to me that I would have to actually talk to her when she signed my cookbook.

Yeah...

When they called our group number, we started up the steps and all of a sudden I became a basket of nerves.

I've never met a famous person before.

Nor have I ever met one as inspiring as a mom, wife, photographer, cook and homeschooler.

It got scary...

real quick like.

Here I come P-Dub.  Forgive me if I say something stupid...

I say, "Angela...you go first.  Show me how it's done."

(note: while I'm saying this I'm scarfing down a million Altoids)

This doesn't look so bad.

I mean, she's human like anyone else.

As my momma said, "she puts on underwear in the morning like the rest of us."

Here goes nothing....

Of course I brought her a gift...

Maybe an apron?

then...

I froze.

And giggled.

I did manage to get out a "It's so nice to meet you" in my best I'm terrified, you're famous, I love you voice.

Oh boy...

Nice face huh?

Real nice.

Just the one you want captured on film while talking to your favorite blogger.

If only I could've stuck with the frozen and giggling.

Nope...

All those nerves and I just started yapping.

That's where she asked if I lived near by.

I proceeded to tell her I lived waaaaaay out in the country, but close enough.

Stupid comment #1.

I think she knows something about living "waaaaaaay" out in the country.

Oh, Lord.

She's signing my mom's cookbook here.

I'm telling her that my mom is at a Lee Greenwood concert.

She said, "Well, I can't compete with Lee Greenwood!"

Then the picture lady asked for big smiles and I was wisked away.

But wait...

I had no time to explain that mom was in VA at a Lee Greenwood concert.

Ugh...

Of all the things I could have said.

You rock.

You inspire me in everything you do.

I want to be a Pioneer Woman when I grow up.

I love your chicken salad.

Giggle, giggle....

"Yeah, that's my mom's...she's at a Lee Greenwood concert."

giggle.

Stupid comment #2.

Oy vey.

But she was very gracious.

Ree~ if you're reading...

You rock.

You inspire me in everything you do.

I want to be a Pioneer Woman when I grow up.

I love your chicken salad.

And Lee Greenwood~ if you're reading...

I've seen you three times since I was five years old.

Me and my mom love you.

I'm proud to be  an American, where at least I know I'm free.

But no offense...

You're no match for PW.

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Peace out,