The Pioneer Woman

So I finished both books I got a few days ago. The Stonecutter was amazing and I have to read more books by Camilla Läckberg. I am hooked. The other book was by an author called Ree Drummond, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels . Little did I know that Ree has one of the US most popular and visited blogs, she has several million of visitors each month. I had about 970 yesterday.......just a comparison for you. She has received several blog awards, yes there is such a thing as blog awards - The Bloggies. I should get a blog award! HELLOOOOOOO!!!!! I have to do more research on that, added that to my to-do list. I checked out her blog, thepioneerwoman.com and it is very nicely presented with great photographs and has a pretty design with different categories, geared more towards housewives I think, that is how Ree describes herself, although could be read and found interesting by many. BUT I was disappointed with her book, not the story - that was entertaining. It is basically telling how she met, fell in love with and married her current husband. What I didn't like is how she presented herself.
Kind of weak and insecure. Very occupied with her looks. Now I am somewhat occupied with my looks too, I mean looking good makes me money but Ree takes it to levels I think are ridiculous. Careful and obsessive application of make up even for an early morning round up of cattle, just so her man won't see her without make up. There were several descriptions of her fretting over getting her shimmery make up and lip gloss applied before she could show herself to her dude. COME ON! Really? She reminds me of the horror stories you read about some women (that I can't even believe exist) that rise an hour before the husband just to cake on a full face of make up and do their hair and so their guy always sees them fully made up. Lame! Talk about having issues! Another thing that made me disgusted was that she described running over her dog Puggy Sue that she supposedly loved, the dog died the same day from the injuries,
Ree was "devastated" and cried but since she had a date with her man that evening she applied two cold spoons on each eye to reduce the swelling and redness and drove an hour to see him. She made sure to check her eye make up before exiting the car to greet him. WHAAAAT? If I had accidentally ran over Chhaya and caused her to die I would had been freakin' HYSTERICAL and inconsolable for a good time afterwards.
I certainly wouldn't be getting dolled up for some date later on the same day I killed my dog. And at the hospital after giving birth to their first child the nurse asked her some routine questions while her husband was in the room. One of the questions was if Ree had passed any gas after the child birth. I don't have kids but I guess it might be important to know that your insides function properly after squeezing out a huge baby.
Ree almost died when she heard the question and couldn't bear to answer it. She is one of the women that pretend they don't fart I guess. During her whole pregnancy she maintained a certain level of glamour and vanity, even during the labor, the woman even applied tinted lip balm before the epidural so she wouldn't look "pale". The whole book is full of descriptions about her insecurities about herself. Because to me those are insecurities. On the other hand, she describes vomiting a lot and has many snot bubbles come out of her nose. So that is ok but farting is not?
I am not the person that is going to blast some gas in your face just because "it's natural". But YES I DO fart, all women do! Surprise! And sometimes my farts are so loud and powerful that I wish somebody was present to marvel at them with me. It's like, WOW ! And the whole needing to "look perfect at all times for your man" make up crap. Who even bothers with that? Really? If a guy can't love me with no make up, greasy hair, unshaved legs and armpits then what do I need him for? Seriously! Girls come on now, don't be weak like that! I like make up, nail polish, fake lashes, putting on lotion and all the stuff that I do. But being in my natural state is to me as normal as breathing. Do I have any insecurities? I guess not too many. I have one issue that I've had since I was about 11. I am near sighted. I wear contacts but I also have glasses. Well, I used to be so insecure about wearing glasses in class before I bought my first contacts that I still feel a bit insecure about wearing my glasses. Strange but true. Once I am out and about in them I forget and relax after a while but sometimes a wave of that insecurity and shyness that I felt as a kid will rush over me. And if I happen to have a zit or two on my butt (I break out easily on my butt, don't know why), I will cover them up before going on stage. Don't need to advertise my occasional butt zits, still waiting for Clearasil to offer me a paid contract to do so.