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best part of my day. no marathon.

Deciding not to run a marathon this weekend. That is oddly the best part of my day. Because I REALLY wanted to run that marathon this weekend. There is a lot floating around in my head these days. Heavy, deep thoughts. The past few weeks I’ve had to face some parts of myself that I’m … Continue reading

best part of my day. baby zee.

Meet baby ZeeZee. She’s this girl’s newest addition. We are already teaching her all things girlie. Last night she attended her first ‘Knit Club’ and I have started her a nice collection of hair bows and Uggs. Just waiting for her tiny toenails to grow long enough to take her for pedicures. This was me … Continue reading

best part of my day. being aunt b.

As I’ve stated I love being an aunt. And I aim to be the best damn aunt on the planet. *hanging out with my big man during sunday family dinner. love that i live in the same town as him!* *more hanging with big man (and my sissy), while he eats HIS dinner* Apparently my … Continue reading

best part of my day. god bless electricians.

We had an electrician at our house this weekend (we are amping up to do some house projects/home renovations, first things first in an old house, get more juice flowing) and he totally made my day! I was out running errands when I got a text from the Edder, that was the below picture asking … Continue reading

best part of my day. pig dog.

Yeah, I know. I am absolutely one of those dog owners. I am madly in love with my dog. He is adorable, happy, sweet, snugly, polite, smells delicious, is a great runner, a hard worker and smiles all of the time. Basically he is amazing. When I saw him doing this on Saturday morning… well … Continue reading

best part of my day. ICT4OKC.

There are days… many, many, many days… when I sit at my job in radio, fannying about with our stations websites, creating ads for digital sales, doing all of the other things I do everyday, thinking I make absolutely zero difference in the world through my career. I mean, not a BIG difference, not like … Continue reading

best part of my day. synchronized‎.

best part of my day. synchronized‎.

I guess this is what happens when you run with the same running buddy for seven years. The feet. The hands. Our left thumbs. We are masters of synchronized running. It’s a thing. It’s new. We made it up. And we excel at it. ps – it’s obvious to me (likely no one else) how … Continue reading