When Ree came to town...

Ree was here. Heard of her? Ree Drummond, aka Pioneer Woman. A book signing was held at The Kings English last week and it was absolute madness! Gazillions of screaming, hormonal women, trying to push their way through lines and crowds. Grumpy bookstore workers who hadn't done their homework. Funny friends talking to strangers about boobs and IBS. And Ree. We're friends now.

Ree was lovely. She had a big smile on her face because she knows all the crazy women in the room bought a book!

With some help of friends, I was able to sneak my way in to Ree's Q&A period. The gallery was filled to capacity and the Bookstore Nazi's were forced to face the mob and turn people away. Scary, scary job -- people were not happy. Luckily, one friend showed up early and made it inside and was able to talk a not-so-nazi worker into letting me in. I feared for my life. Really.

Jessica, Allison and Me. Waiting ....
After the Q&A session, Ree signed books. In order to get a signature, you had to have a ticket. Luckily, I had my golden ticket ... really, they were golden! If you saw the chaos, you would understand how appropriate that really was! This is how it worked -- pay attention. Every ticket had a letter, A-Z. Each letter had 20 tickets. They called you in by your letter to try and avoid injuries and to keep things running nice and smooth (what a joke!) I had a Q ticket, but somehow (Thanks Jess!) was able to to bump up to F. With my invisible F ticket in hand, we waited for over 2 hours! Thank goodness I didn't get stuck with the Q's!! Crazy thing, there were many, MANY people who didn't get a ticket. Who still waited until the end for the chance to meet PW! A little ridiculous, I say.

Ree added that heart after we talked for a few seconds. Love at first sight.

One of the best things about it -- I'm famous! We made the blog! Check it out --
Pioneer Woman meets Lacey and friends.

It was a long night, but it was sure fun! Allison, thanks for coming with me and for not making fun of my fear of the Nazi's. Jessica, we truly could not have done it without you!! So, so fun to be with you both!

A little boy and his big sister

We had a good Halloween. The weather was perfect, the soup was good, and the kids were excited! On the other hand, are there more brats being born into this world or am I getting more sensitive? Honestly, I had so many kids ask for different candy, complain about the one they got or insist they pick it out themselves. Oh, and are thank-you's not mandatory anymore? Sheesh! What gives?

Anyway, a quick story for you. There's a little boy I know who likes to hit people ... and an occasional bite. He has an incredible burping talent and lives in a home where spit can often be found on the floor. He's proud of his bum and likes to run around in only that. He likes tools and spiderman and can jump really high and run really fast.

This boy also happens to have an older sister who likes princesses and dresses and loves the color pink. Unfortunately, since she's older, there happens to be a lot more dresses, princess and pink stuff hanging around the house.

So Halloween comes around and the costume options are endless. You know, manly options. What does the handsome, studly little monster pick?
*sigh* When he saw that Ella got to wear wings there was no going back. A last minute trip to Walmart, 1 last pair of bright orange sparkly wings, and we were good to go. At least he didn't want the skirt, right?


Ella was a perfect butterfly! Thank goodness for easy costumes!

Hope everyone had a fabulous, sugar overloaded Halloween ... bratty trick-or-treaters and all!!