There is nothing quite like getting to spend time with your oldest and dearest friends. The kind of friends you have known forever, literally since birth, but don’t necessarily get to see as much as you’d like in person because you live a couple hundred miles apart….or, one of them is kinda famous.
Thank goodness for modern technology and social media that keep us all connected, but nothing can take the place of special face to face friend time. Even if it was in front of a camera….
Yep. Last week, I filmed a little “Friendsgiving” episode for The Pioneer Woman’s show on the Food Network, up on her ranch. I’m not sure how much filming took place, because the three of us just laughed, talked and reminisced about old stories while the cameras were rolling. (I am sure the crew was thoroughly entertained!)
The three of us have all known and loved each other since birth and that is just what happens when we get together. I’m sure our parents (who have also known each other forever) are so proud!
I love this pic of Beccus and Ree. I think the crew might have been a little frustrated with us…or not. Or, maybe they just needed a little of the champagne cocktail…..
This was my dish, a roasted Kale-Brussel Sprout salad. It was delish!
We also had some pretty hors douvres and a champagne cocktail that was very festive and perfect for a holiday gathering.
Ree handed me that loaded cracker (pictured above) which I so glamorously fumbled with in front of the cameras….so, I did what any polite girl would do and hid it behind the cutting board. Shhh don’t tell. Totally akward trying to talk and laugh among friends with goat cheese and paprika stuck in your teeth….just saying!
We also dropped in on the warehouse where all the merchandise is being stored until it can move into the Merc. Such an exciting time for this town and my BFF.
Then we caught up with Ree, filmed the episode, shared lots of laughs and hugs, and went our separate ways.
This week, the Senator and I did a really fun thing. We got together with my parents and hosted a little get together for a dear friend of ours, Sean Burrage, who is the President of a University in the Southeastern part of our state.
Sean is a special friend who not only served in the State Senate with my Senator, but he also worked for the current President of the University of Oklahoma, David Boren, way way back when Boren was a United States Senator. I also happened to be working for Boren in Washington DC , so I claim to have known Sean longer, haha. Small world.
Anyway…Sean and my Senator were not just colleagues at the Capitol, but good friends, and even though they were on opposite sides of the political aisle, they worked together to make positive things happen for the people of our state. Current elected officials could REALLY take a lesson from those two… just saying.
But, I digress. Back to our special event. We thought it would be cool to host a gathering for the alumni of Southeastern Oklahoma State who happen to live in our neck of the woods and use the opprtunity as a fundraiser for a scholarship in the name of my Great Grandfather, Henry G. Bennett, who just happened to be the President of this same University a very long time ago. ( Pardon the major run on sentence amidst a post about Higher Education!)
I always knew my Great Grandfather was the President of SEOSU, but his real claim to fame was being President of Oklahoma State University and working with President Harry Truman as an Assistant Secretary of State for his Point Four Program. So, for me, this was a fun opportunity to see old friends, blend a connection of sorts and learn a little bit more about Southeastern Oklahoma State.
Evidently, my great grandaddy planted a lot of magnolias on the campus. I have always loved magnolias. They are so hardy and strong…at least the ones in my yard! But, he planted over 1,000 magnolias there…so, they named the Library after him. I love libraries.
I think he loved libraries as much as he loved magnolias because his philosophy was that the Library should be at the center of campus and provide a gathering place for students. Such an educator! Maybe that is why I have always loved libraries too, who knows!
He continued the library and magnolia tradition when he took over the helm at Oklahoma State University – except that magnolias didn’t really grow in them there parts. Determined to make it work, my great grandaddy reminded them that OSU was an agricultural / mechanical school and they needed to go figure it out. So, they did. They also re-routed a road which ran thru the middle of campus in order for the Library to be the center of attention. Pretty dang cool.
Back to the event for our good friend Sean. It was special. Not only is he a fabulous President of this University bringing his passion for education and kids to the job with him everyday, but I am hopeful that he, like my grandad, will someday take the reigns of another major University in our State…. but, this one would begin with an O and end with a U!
It is the second day of the Democratic National Convention and man, do they know how to put on a good show. Between the Bernie protests, a star studded line-up with celebrities and professional politicians, the convention chair got the boot and Bernie was booed by his own supporters for suggesting they throw their hat behind the nominee. I’m thinking what’s not to love, right?
The stage in the arena, while all consuming, held not one American flag but was as blue and bland as Monica Lewinsky’s dress. Just blame it on the Russians.
Oh, lest us not forget the Russians and the DNC email leaks as fingers point to them as responsible for much of the chaos. Never mind, the content in those emails exposed some serious corruption at the DNC, a rigged system and collusion with the media. Who needs fact when you can sell fiction. I would be remiss if I didn’t claim anticipation for when Wikileaks releases the 33,000 missing emails from Hillary’s personal server…because you know they have ’em. It’s just a matter of time.
You always hear about the fashion at political conventions and from what I saw this week, it can be divided into three categories. The good, the bad and the bling…
The good could be a reference to the state delegation gear.
The Texas delegation was all suited up in matching shirts and hats.
Donated to their delegation by Stetson, they waived the hats continually from their seats on the convention floor. I think it was their way of showing applause, or maybe it was just hot down there, or maybe they were just thinking big hair needed big hats ha ha!
But they did stand out in the crowd!
I had to snap this pic of the Hawaii delegation… They had matching shirts and dresses complete with flowers in their hair and lays around their necks. Adorable!
If you look closely, you can see my Senator on the left is perplexed and not sure who I am photographing since I am…well, taking this of their back side, probably not the most flattering angle just saying.
And, a Montana delegate….from the back side.
I think I have an issue with taking people’s pictures….
But, the Senator doesn’t. Best example of bling.
He really isn’t shy when it comes to photo ops.
But, Oklahoma really did look sharp in their matching navy blue blazers. On this particular night, the navy blue blazers were worn with red shirts.
Twinning…..note the clear plastic bags.
A pic of the flag suit dudes..from the back side.
These guys were talking to the media who could be distinguished not only by their gold colored badges but also with the backpacks they were allowed to bring into the arena. Hence my reference above to the clear plastic bags regular folks were forced to carry for security purposes. Well, not forced. But, you get my drift.
Here’s a pic from my Senator’s camera. Clearly, he’s not afraid to ask for a photo.
And this hat…The lady to the left saw me sneaking a pic. She thought the hat was funny too.
One more from the back side haha…but, cute elephant skirts none the less.
Looks like the Senator snagged a better version…go figure.
Can’t wait to watch the DNC this week to see if all the bling is a universal convention theme or a one-sided phenomena.
Having stayed up most of the night before reveling with our fellow conventioneers, the long schlog home from Cleveland, was just that. Looong.
I had big plans to grab a nap for the first leg of our very full Southwest flight, and plopped down in a middle seat so Cliff could have the coveted aisle. Must have been feeling the love in my sleep deprived state. Ha. Ha.
Sitting by the window on our row was a man who seemed harmless enough and rather preoccupied with his phone, so I settled in for my nap….or, so I thought.
This nice gentleman to my right became engaged in a continual convo with the lady seated behind me for what seemed like an eternity! Even though I had my earplugs in with some Big Daddy Weave blaring, the man with the personality was rocking my world.
I couldn’t help but overhear their entire conversation. It was about politics and the RNC and all I could think of was this guy had an excessive amount of post convention energy or an adult case of ADD. That said, when the pilot came on to alert us about some possible weather and turbulence, my seat mate pulls up his navigator app and radar app and kindly explained to me how those tools work.
Based on his knowledge of both, I asked him if he was a pilot, because that was going to make me feel better about the dangerously dark clouds outside the window. He was not, but his command of the subject matter could have fooled me anyway.
At this point, my Senator decided it was time to wake up, sensing some competition for Mayor of Flight 2357, and joined our conversation.
Come to find out, both were Rubio delegates from their respective states at the convention.
Come to find out, he was from Arkansas and was flying on to Little Rock.
Come to find out, he is Tim Griffin, the Lt. Governor of Arkansas…the same Lt. Governor of Arkansas who I wrote about here. Oh my goodness! Can I not get a break!
Immediately, I began to feel a strange remorse for all the evil I had wished upon him previously! Who needs sleep after an all-nighter, when you can chat with a rising political star from a neighboring state, right?
At this point, our plane had landed and we were walking off with our seat mates, who had now joined up with Asa Hutchinson, the Governor of Arkansas (also on our flight). Nice people. Small world.
I am sure there is a moral to this story somewhere, but I am still recovering from our incredible, once in a lifetime experience in Cleveland this past week.
Sharing a few pics from our very late night in Cleveland. Not sure where they came from because my phone died about half way through Ivanka Trump’s speech!
Don’t ask about the banner…it was liberated before it hit the dumpster.
Lots of Okie friends having fun on the plaza post convention!!!
Mayor of the After Party!
I haven’t pulled an all nighter since college and kids and now I know why. Paying a big price for all that post convention fun and from my view at the airport, so is everyone else.
More from the last night of convention after a few hours of sleep…but, man what a night!
Today I met Maureen Dowd. The Maureen Dowd!
Let me just preface this with I have always been a huge fan of her writing style, her keen wit and fresh perspective. She has a gift for the gab and uses words to produce such an interesting commentary which usually always makes me laugh…or cry, depending.
Evidently, she is staying at our hotel and was in the lobby grabbing coffee this morning while I was visiting with a few Oklahoma delegates about the chaos at the convention!
A nice lady with dark sun glasses sauntered over and complimented my shirt of all things. After exchanging pleasantries, she began to ask my opinion on the convention and the conversation topics she had overheard.
I guess I let her have it (my opinion that is), but she also knew in her gut the media portrayal over the last few days was not accurately depicting the mood in the arena and she was gathering thoughts on the topic.
So when she asked if she could quote me, I completely and utterly froze up. Mind you, I had no idea who this nice lady was. I mean, she had her hair pulled back and was wearing dark glasses!
Flippantly, I said something like, “oh, you’re a journalist! Who do you work for?”
“The New York Times,” she said.
Of course. The New York Times!
She was very gracious as I back peddled nervously about a quote.
Knowing that, we continued to chat about the various reporting on the convention and she offered me her email in case I wanted to share thoughts on tonight’s festivities from my seat on the sidelines.
As I typed her email address in my phone, I jumped back and said something like ‘Oh My Gawd – your Maureen Dowd! I love your stuff!’
We continued to chat and knowing she was probably on a deadline, I kindly asked for a quick photo, and boom, there ya go.
Note to self, master the closed lip smile.