I’m back in the saddle again in Oklahoma City with Jason for the Prix de West Art Exhibition and Sale at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. Just hours before we got to the museum for the artist dinner, Reba McEntire was there at a luncheon to be honored by the Annie Oakley Society as their annual Award Winner. As a native of Oaklahoma she was recognized as a “woman who demonstrates leadership and the entrepreneurial spirit of the Great American West.”
If I had known, I would have skipped having a lame lunch at Subway in the mall food court on the way to our hotel and giddy-uped straight to the museum to meet rockin’ red-headed Reba.
Actually, I’m not a big fan of her music, it’s her humor I like. In recent years I’ve watched her sit-com Reba on TBS and Hulu and though it is pretty corny, it can be funny too. I like that Reba is real. She is beautiful, but quirky with a goofy laugh and a relatable personality. She’s a spitfire, but not a diva. Though a superstar, she seems like the kind of person you could bump into in the grocery store in sweats and no make-up and chew the fat with.
The truth is, I’m a sucker for a woman with a southern accent. I don’t know what it is, but everything they say seems funnier with that accent. I love when we visit Oklahoma and Texas just so I can hear their friendly, sassy women talk.
One of my all time favorite flicks is Steel Magnolias because that group of women are just the kind of folk I would hang out with at the beauty parlor to dish the latest.
Clairee: “I’ve just been to the dedication of the new children’s park.
Truvy: “Yeah, how did that go?”
Clairee: “Janice Van Meter got hit with a baseball. It was fabulous.”
Truvy: “Was she hurt?”
Clairee: “I doubt it. She got hit in the head.”
Those my kind of friends, and if I lived in Oklahoma I would pay the big bucks membership fee to join the Annie Oakley Society just to associate with a bunch of spitfire southern broads.
Congratulations, Reba. Someday I’m fixin’ to catch up with ya’ll to jaw a bit about life.