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Mom to Iris. Wife to Todd. Our little family lives at the foothills of the Ozark Mountains in Fayetteville, Arkansas. We love it here and I love sharing little bits of our life.

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So Long So Sad

What is UP, Texas?
You keep swallowing our friends.
Just because you’re all big and warm,
have really good food and music,
doesn’t mean you have to take
everyone away.

Okay, Okay.
If you must.
I guess we can at least come to visit.
And party hard when they’re about to go.
Which is exactly what we did last weekend.

Stephanie and Trip have packed their belongings
and made the move to Houston.
Jill hosted a “See You Later” party
and we made a weekend out of it.
Friends from Kansas City came to town
just to say goodbye.
It was bittersweet.

Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning.

Don't Go.

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World Cup watching.

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Cupcake eating.

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Smirnoff Icing.

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Bar hanging outing.

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Swimming.

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The farewell party at Jill’s.

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The reading of Winter with Whitecloud.

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Making cards.

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Ending the night with a silly photoshoot.

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So long, friends!
We’ll miss you!

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Never Grow Up

On Saturday we celebrated
our beloved Dustin’s birthday.

He turned 31.
But from our party set-up…

Dustin's Birthday

you’d think he was turning 11.

Except for the buckets of beer.

Dustin's Birthday

We had an afternoon full of
summer fun.

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Dustin's Birthday

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Once the sun started to go down,
Birthday Boy still wanted to party.
He asked for an adventure,
so off to the casino we went.

Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

We danced with strangers to a cheesy cover band.

Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

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And with each other.

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Dustin's Birthday

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Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

I won 50 bucks on the dollar slots.

Dustin's Birthday

And then it was time to go home.

Dustin's Birthday

Dustin's Birthday

Other weekend treats included:

Spending time with a friend
who now lives in Austin.

Friday Night

Friday Night

Friday Night

Running into @jfarm
(Razorback basketball player)
outside of a bar.

Friday Night

And shuffleboard with my pal GL.

Friday Night

Friday Night

I was still feeling the fun
on Monday morning,
but it was all well worth it.

CCH

What do you get
when you give four girls
Champagne, Cupcakes, and new Hair?
A ton of self indulgent pictures
and a whole lot of sass.

But what else is new?

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

Special thanks to Taylor
for letting us get a little cray-zay
in her corner of the salon.

I may have shattered a champagne glass.

Salon Day

And invited my dog.

Salon Day

But that’s just what happens
when you put that mix together
on a random Thursday afternoon.

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We had so much fun that we
just had to keep the afternoon alive.
Oh, and show off our hair.

Onwards to a Kingfish for patio beers
and take out hot dogs from Hammontree’s!

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

Salon Day

We (Sadie included)
met former Razorback football coach,
Ken Hatfield.

Salon Day

Salon Day

I gotta say,
I like these ladies.
Can’t wait to do it all again
in 6-8 weeks.

Salon Day

But I’m not sure about you, Miss Sadie.
You might need to cut back.

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Sauced

Lord.
Have.
Mercy.
On my belly.

Wingathon

This past Saturday
I spent a full
eight hours
eating hot wings.
And drinking beer.

It was a very tough job,
but somebody had to do it.
Fayetteville Flyer‘s Flyer Foodie
collected a few fine folks
and led us on an adventure to find
Fayetteville’s best hot wing.

We did this last year
with the quest to find
Fayetteville’s best taco.

Tacothon 2009

Tacothon

Tacothon

Wingathon 2010
consisted of ten restaurants
with two different wings at each location.
Exhausting, delicious, and messy.
Just my style.

I’ll link to the results
once they’re published,
but for now here’s our journey
in 140 pictures or less.

The girls rode in the way back.

Wingathon

Even though there was no need to.

Wingathon

First stop,
Louie’s.

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Second stop,
Buffalo Wild Wings.

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World Cup fans
out in full force.

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Headed to Wingstop.

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Wingathon

Next up,
Slim Chickens
.

Wingathon

Wingathon

Risked our lives.
Running across College Avenue
to Foghorn’s
.

Wingathon

The day (and food babies)
started to drag us down.
It was just halfway over.

Wingathon

Wingathon

Wingathon

Next on the list
was my personal fave,
JJ’s Grill-N-Chill
.
I had never been here before,
but the wings were great,
the margaritas were two bucks,
and the girls all wore cowboy boots.
Which all helped us get
our second wind.

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From there, we just walked
across the way to Boar’s Nest.

Wingathon

Wingathon

Where our drinks came in
Mason jars.

Wingathon

By this time a few of us were were
feeling just a little silly.
So we made a pit stop in Dollar General
And the laundry mat.
Duh.

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Finally at Lucky Luke’s.

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Wingathon

Xaxby’s was second to the end.
And boy were we excited.

Wingathon

Our final stop
was on Dickson

(either genius or worst idea ever)
at the lovely Hog Haus Brewing Co.

Wingathon

Where we drank blueberry beer.
And continued to act silly.

Wingathon

It was quite a day,
which led to quite a night
given our ending spot
right on bar row.

We rolled (literally) to Kingfish
where we watched Razorback baseball
with a couple friends.

Wingathon

Wingathon

Wingathon

Wingathon

We didn’t win.
As if you couldn’t tell from
their faces.

Somehow,
before the night was done,
I was able to fit in
frozen yogurt from Orange Mango.

Wingathon

Orange Mango.

Great.
Now I’m hungry for frozen yogurt.
And hot wings.

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Record Breakers

When I was little
I use to fall asleep
flipping through
the 1987 version of the
Guinness Book of World Records.

Many of the records were awesome.
Others were ridiculous.
Oh, and some were just gross.
I was mesmerized by it all.

So when there was a chance to help out
in breaking a world record here in Fayetteville,
I had to be there.

The brave citizens of my town
were attempting to break the record
for world’s largest swim lesson
at the city pool in Wilson Park.

World Record Breakers

And with 262 people,
we did it!

I was a little apprehensive
of being in the pool with that many people
(that much pee).
Especially when part of the lesson
was to blow bubbles under water.

World Record Breakers

But as two of the oldest participants,
Brandy and I did our part.

World Record Breakers

Now, we are a part of
(random) history.

World Record Breakers

World Record Breakers

Just call us heros, badasses, whatever.