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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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Articles written by: Sarah

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.

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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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Nineteen in Memphis

I didn’t fully appreciate my life at nineteen.
In Midtown. In Memphis.
Looking back, through a full decade
I can see the fun that was had.
Impressed I made it through
with very little damage.
Escaped with just a couple
etched black tattoos.
My proud little midtown scars.

Nineteen meant a duplex with
a best friend, instead of a mom.
Bike rides at midnight with
tall boys of beer
and boys of all kinds.

Lucero shows at the Hi-Tone.
Standing up front with
whiskey sours and sweaty girls.
Arms around each other,
swaying and singing like best friends forever.
For the night everything was perfect.
Tomorrow we’ll be back to talking shit.

So-called rock stars at the Deli
in town recording at Ardent or Easley.
From Kate Moss to Cooper Young.
Wondering what the hell they think
of no one thinking about them.

Working the opening shift
at Otherlands on Saturday mornings.
Half the staff still three-quarters drunk.
Slinging bagels, downing coffee and
Tom Petty sing-a-longs.
Word at the coffee grinder
was that you got extra tips
if you were extra mean.

Black and white checkered walkway
leading into the Map Room doors.
Bottled beer and no IDs.
Flaunting our fashion
without much thought at all.
Tank tops from A-Schwabs
before the words American and Apparel
ever sounded cool.
Silk screens on well worn t-shirts,
thrifted on Summer Ave.
And the ugliest shoes ever
bought from those coffee shop tips
at the Oak Court Mall.

Weekday afternoons
sifting through seven inches
at Last Chance Records.
Then thumbing through LPs
at Shangri-La.

Adventures to the old bridge,
draped over the Mississippi.
Everyone knew about the door
a little less than half way across.
A broken lock and a ladder leading down.
We’d wait till dark when
the scary climb was well worth the view.
Laying on our bellies,
head hanging over the side.
Nothing between our young faces
and the steel blocks of barges
gently pushing past the city lights.
We’d end the night running
to the Arkansas line and back
just to say we did.

Ten years later and I’m officially planted
on the other side of that bridge.
The view is just the same.
Lots of love,
but always a little better
when you’re looking back.

Old photos / Memphis skyline

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.

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We had an afternoon full of
summer fun.

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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.

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We danced with strangers to a cheesy cover band.

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And with each other.

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I won 50 bucks on the dollar slots.

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And then it was time to go home.

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Other weekend treats included:

Spending time with a friend
who now lives in Austin.

Friday Night

Friday Night

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

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And shuffleboard with my pal GL.

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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.

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And invited my dog.

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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!

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

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

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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

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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.

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Even though there was no need to.

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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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Next up,
Slim Chickens
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Risked our lives.
Running across College Avenue
to Foghorn’s
.

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

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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.

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Where our drinks came in
Mason jars.

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

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Our final stop
was on Dickson

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

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

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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.

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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.

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Orange Mango.

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

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