hay days.

Yesterday, I skipped the gym in an attempt to get home early and rest. On the way, I got notification that hay was being delivered at our farm over the hill and I could meet them there. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Summer! I stopped at home first and got a bucket…

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muddy days

Now that it’s suddenly decided to get all cold and rainy again, I’m reminded what lies in waiting for the coming spring weekends… MUD. That’s right, folks. Soggy, slurpy, boots-sinking-5-inches-deep, mucky, brown MUD.

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my rebrand

There’s a part of my new life that I don’t talk about very often; probably because I’m afraid to admit it. This change is something that’s not really brought to light in “The Pioneer Woman” or other Girl Gone Country montages. And it has little to do with learning how much to feed a horse…

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or [i don’t need a memory box; i have spotify]

2.14.15: It was over. Deep down I knew it was. I sat there and watched as my boyfriend prepared the hookah pipe, sinking deeper into the disillusionment of my sangria. I quickly ducked as one of the ping pong balls bounced off of a Solo cup of beer, one team cheering and mocking the others.…

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