my sister's a babe.

seriously. just look at her.  

the diet coke olympics.

The other day, Kristan and I were listening to Radio Disney (Judge away, but it was in her car. Actually, as soon as I got in and saw that it was on, I told her it just added to the list of reasons why I love her so much.), and the DJ asked people to call in and say what they could win a gold medal for--being the best talker, tv watcher, and one direction lover were all legit responses. After the weekend in NYC, I decided we could win for being the best diet coke drinkers. And after watching the opening ceremonies, Courtney decided it was time for us to reenact the running in with, lighting up, and raising of the torch. Sometimes, we think we're hilarious.

These could win awkward family photo awards, but I really think Diet Coke should start sponsoring us.

Let the games begin. Happy Olympics everyone.

family dinners.

 

 

 

hilton head.

 

 

Every year, for the past three hundred and seventy years, our family comes together for one week to do absolutely nothing--well, other than drink diet coke and rotate our chairs according to the sun. I think we like to pretend like it is the only time of the year we are going to see each other, but we all know that isn't true. Although, I do think it might be the only time we are all together. It's always filled with lots of laughter and reading and peanut m&ms and making fun of each other and fighting (but what would family be without it? Plus, we always laugh about it later.) . My family is the greatest, and Hilton Head should feel lucky to have us grace it with our presence every year. Actually, I'm grateful the sand hasn't been swept away yet. Until next year, HHI.

unreal.

people like this inspire me. 

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if only taylor and miley had been there.

Last week, my dad asked me if, on Tuesday, I wanted to go into the office by myself or drive to Nashville with him to shop and tour the city. as if that was even a real question. Obviously, I chose Nashville. Now seeing as how neither my dad, nor I are big country music fans, I think we kind of missed out on the real experience. Despite the fact that we may or may not have walked right past the Country Music Hall of Fame, and the Grand Ole Opry was anything but old, I still had a great time. We did eat at a barbecue restaurant (and even if I did have a veggie burger, it still seemed like the appropriate thing to do). There was country music playing, vinyl record, cowboy boot, and guitar shops all around, and a plethora of southern culture. It was the ultimate bring-your-daughter-to-work day. And don't worry, Big Dave had us listening to country music the whole way home.