Ree Drummond Quotes & Sayings

I'm a writer and a photographer - I'm totally aware that doesn't always translate to TV. — Ree Drummond

I attended college in Los Angeles and wore black pumps to work every day. — Ree Drummond

It never occurred to me that I was going to have to talk to a camera. I don't know if I can do this. — Ree Drummond

I arrived back home just before midnight, and Marlboro Man met me at the car. I could hear nothing but cows and crickets when I climbed out of my car and into his arms, which were strong and warm and comforting. I was a wreck--sick to my stomach and even more sick in my heart--and Marlboro Man helped me to the house, as if I were crippled by a terminal illness. I was completely beat, hardly able to finish my shower before I fell into bed with Marlboro Man, who rubbed my back as I tried with all my might to keep from throwing up, breaking down, and completely saturating my red floral pillowcase with tears. — Ree Drummond

As The Pioneer Woman has grown and the revenue has grown, the prizes keep getting better, and that certainly feels good. — Ree Drummond

Ninety-five percent of the time when I run a contest I've purchased the giveaway prizes with advertising money. — Ree Drummond

Now I live in the middle of nowhere on a working cattle ranch. — Ree Drummond

I love black leggings with cowboy (I mean cowgirl!) boots, and other-slightly less trendy-things like my boys' Wrangler jeans and my husband's worn deerskin work gloves. I love most things country, because country, to me, is home. — Ree Drummond

My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts. — Ree Drummond

I had been teaching myself photography. — Ree Drummond

I hate to play the I-live-in-the-country card, but it really takes all of the 'pack the kids into the car and run from here to there' out of the equation. — Ree Drummond

I'm wondering if I made the right decision about hair and makeup. — Ree Drummond

It was time for me to go that Thursday night. We'd just watched Citizen Kane--a throwback to my Cinema 190 class at USC--and it was late. And though a soft, cozy bed in one of the guest rooms sounded much more appealing than driving all the way home, I'd never really wanted to get into the habit of sleeping over at Marlboro Man's house. It was the Pretend-I'm-a-Proper-Country-Club-Girl in me, mixed with a healthy dose of fear that Marlboro Man's mother or grandmother would drop by early in the morning to bring Marlboro Man some warm muffins or some such thing and see my car parked in the driveway. Or even worse, come inside the house, and then I'd have to wrestle with whether or not to volunteer that "I slept in a guest room! I slept in a guest room!", which only would have made me look more guilty. Who needs that? I'd told myself, and vowed never to put myself in that predicament. — Ree Drummond

I'm working on a second cookbook and am working on my love story, 'Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.' — Ree Drummond

Knowing what I'll write about and what I won't has never really been a problem. I won't write about things that bore me. — Ree Drummond

I missed the anonymity-the ability to run to the market without running into my third-grade teacher.
I missed the nightlife-the knowledge that if I wanted to, there was always an occasion to get dressed up and head out for dinner and drinks.
I missed the restaurants-the Asian, the Thai, the Italian the Indian. I was already tired of mashed potatoes and canned green beans.
I missed the culture- the security that comes from being on the touring schedule of the major Broadway musicals.
I missed the shopping-the funky boutiques, the eclectic shops, the browsing.
I missed the city. — Ree Drummond

I've set aside a nice chunk of my advertising revenue each month for giveaways, like a KitchenAid mixer. I like buying them for the audience, because without the audience I wouldn't have the blog or the revenue in the first place. — Ree Drummond

The truth of the matter is that I live on an isolated cattle ranch in the middle of Oklahoma and that's not going to change. — Ree Drummond

I'm a thirty-something ranch wife, mother of four, moderately agoraphobic middle child who grew up on a golf course in the city. — Ree Drummond

My stomach lurched; it was the day of the rehearsal. It was the day I'd see not just my friends and family who, I was certain, would love me no matter what grotesque skin condition I'd contracted since the last time we saw one another, but also many, many people I'd never met before--ranching neighbors, cousins, business associates, and college friends of Marlboro Man's. I wasn't thrilled at the possibility that their first impression of me might be something that involved scales. — Ree Drummond

I want people to see how hard my husband and kids work on the ranch. — Ree Drummond

My head rested on his shoulder, my heart rested entirely in his hands And in a whisper, my words escaped: "I love you." He probably hadn't heard them. He was too focused on the movie. But he heard me; I could tell. His arms enveloped me even further; his embrace tightened. He breathed in and sighed, and his hand played with my hair. "Good," he said softly, and his gentle lips found mine. — Ree Drummond