old habits die hard. with a vengence.

for the life of me. one of these days i'm going to stop staying up until the wee hours of the morning to get crap stuff done and attempt to live the next day on three hours of sleep - rolling into work with a venti iced carmel macchiato and a random t-shirt on. you mark my words. but for the last thirty years, it's been workin' for me. so if it ain't broke don't fix it.

MOVING ON.

back it up to last friday, yo.
outfit of the day brought to you courtesy of the razorback's starting lineman {see circa 2029}:

camo shorts and a razorback t-shirt.
standard pre-game-day attire.
always.

after a nice 7 mile run before 7am and an early morning eagle red pee-wee football game - we headed up to the HILL.
the drive seriously never gets old to me.
ever.

i have this thing for marching bands.
in case you didn't know.

tutu loves her hogs!!
that girl CHEERED the ENTIRE game without tiring. and belted out the fight song a few times, too.
one hundred and five degrees in the stadium and i still got chills when they ran onto the field.
happens every time. cannot wait to see what this season holds!!!
hit that line.
hit that line.

insert cheer practices, homework, worship, and a visitation to round out our week.
and cherry berry.
because it was the only food gift card i could find in my wallet and blueberry tart is basically two food groups in one. dairy AND fruit for the win.

see. told you old habits die hard.