(Please read this to the tune of the “Brady Bunch” in you head!!! VERY IMPORTANT )
Here’s the story
of 4 very lovely ladies
who were busy trying to find Ree Drummond’s home
They were 4 girls
yet they were all alone………
Until one day when these ladies met this fellow
and they knew that it was much more than a hunch
that this group
had somehow gone to Kansas,
that’s the way we all became the WAYWARD BUNCH…….
THE . WAYWARD . BUNCH….. do do do do do
THE . WAYWARD. BUNCH ….. do do do do do
THAT’S THE WAY WE BECAME THE WAYWARD BUNCH
DO DO DO DO DO
I recently traveled to Tulsa, Oklahoma with the creative and talented ladies Jo Packham, Elizabeth Maxson and Loralee Choate.
Our Mission, should we choose to except it, to photograph the ever lovely Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman, for the premier issue of Where Women Cook Magazine.
Simple enough task you might think, except for the fact that we had four women in a car, driving through the outskirts of Oklahoma, talking, not paying attention to road signs. We were told it should have been only a short drive to the Drummond ranch, and after about an hour, we had seen no signs of civilization. Starving, we pull in to the first gas station we find.
Jo says we better grab something to eat here, since we have seen no other eateries.
“Yay! Gas Station dinner!” I say sarcastically…….
Jo proclaims “We are going to live like truckers”
And live like truckers we did.
We dined on rotisserie meats (grey hot dogs), topped in fine cheese (liquid nacho sauce out of a one gallon pump)
had exotic nuts (corn to be exact), swiss chocolates (of the Butterfinger variety)
and mixed drinks (Diet Dr. Pepper and Powerade)
Now this is LIVIN’!!!! Those truckers know how to do it!!
Of course, as a photographer I was there to document the whole thing in high quality, maximum resolution with my super nice CAMERA PHONE.
But then again, these girls are probably lookin’ pretty good to those truckers…..
We hit the road again, only to drive yet another hour (or two) before we realize
“Hey, we shoulda been there by now?!?!?”
Bladders full from massive amounts of Diet Dr. Pepper and Powerade, we pull over to the next gas station we find. This time, not in seek of gourmet foods, but of restroom facilities. I spy a police officer and ask the group if we should perhaps ask this wonderful gentleman for some directions.
We are, afterall, a group of women, we ARE NOT afraid to ask for directions…..
Then I notice something strange…
“Hey guys, why does that cop say he’s from Kansas?”
The consensus is he must be lost.
Our fearless leader Jo, approaches to ask for directions.
The lovely officer of the law proceeds to tell us
“Go back on this highway about 50 miles until you get to Oklahoma……”
“Oklahoma?!?!? Where are we???”
“Uhhhh, you’re in Kansas, Ma’am”
“Kansas! How did we get to Kansas? Wasn’ t there a sign or something?!?”
“Uhhhh, yes ma’am, there was…”
Well, we finally did make it BACK to Oklahoma, and I have to say, that the police officers of the good state of Kansas, are extremely polite. Especially to wayward visitors such as ourselves.
Although as we drove away towards the state line, I could see him chuckling to himself……
Elizabeth says that four friendly women and a tank full of gas equals trouble.
I think I agree…..
We finally make it to our destination, and had a wonderful time with Ree…..
A really wonderful time……