#RoadTo27 Day 2 – Change

Yesterday was day one of the newest DragonFit bootcamp round. I decided I was gong to fully commit this round, no half assing. I posted in our sisterhood group that I was going to do the “Mile For Time” challenge mentioned in our emails, and that I was going to crush my fastest mile. When I woke up this morning I had one thing on my mind – beating that time. I went to sleep thinking about it, I woke up thinking about it…I was going to do it.

I stretched and reached for my phone to check the time and the first thing I saw was a text from a girlfriend that said;

“Why am I afraid of change?!?!”

I sat there, phone in hand, trying to think of just what to tell her…

Because it’s scary! That’s why!!

What if you fail? What if you can’t do it? What if you lose friends? What if people mock you? What if…

…what if you succeed?

Over the last year I’ve made more changes than I can actually really wrap my head around. Small things like shaving off half my hair…and huge things like leaving my toxic marriage.

They were all scary, and they all caused exponential self growth. I’ve grown accustom to change, and I really like it – but it’s still very scary. I like it because I always grow and learn about myself, even if the change wasn’t necessarily “good”.

So, here’s my advice on change.

  • Embrace it, embrace the HELL out of it. It’s gonna be scary, but it’s going to be worth it.
  • Figure out what part of it is actually scaring you – for me, it’s often the fear of success.
  • Understand that every time you walk through a new door you’re going to lose people. Also understand that is perfectly okay. Most people we meet are just for certain phases of our lives, the ones who are meant to follow through each door will remain.
  • If there is someone who doesn’t support your change, they are NOT your tribe and you do not need them.
  • Seek positive energy and surround yourself with people who have similar goals and ambitions. It wasn’t until I did this that I really started to succeed.
  • Don’t worry about the thoughts of others. This is particularly true for lifestyle changes. When I started lifting like crazy and packing on muscle, I lost a lot of “friends” …that was my choice. No one get’s to decide what my body should look like but me!
  • LAUGH. When you hit a speed bump or completely screw up, laugh about it. Realize you’re human, find the light and just move forward.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for help.Ever.
  • Find some consistency. Even if it doesn’t seem consistent, as long as you’re pushing towards your goals…you’re going to make the change permanent.
  • Don’t be afraid of failure. Failure is just in your head, there really are no failures…only lessons. Find the lesson and push forward. Readjust if you must, but keep moving towards the goal.
  • Get out of your own head. Don’t overthink it, just do it.

I think my last bit of advice on making change is this…

ALWAYS believe in yourself…and when you don’t, do it anyway.

I didn’t believe in myself when I stepped foot out to go on that run this morning. I knew there was NO way I was going to beat that time of 13:31…but I went out, and tried my damndest anyway.

I crushed it, by the way…by over 2 minutes.

You don’t always have to believe in yourself to create change, you just have to fight through the fear.

After all, on the other side of fear lies freedom.


































Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been doing some serious soul searching.

Maybe it’s because this is my last week of being 25…or maybe it’s because I’m sick of living “the way I’m supposed to”.

It seems like society has painted a completely unrealistic idea of what a woman is “supposed to be”. We are supposed to dress nice, fix our hair, do our makeup and always be on point. We’re supposed to drive nice cars, raise nice families, sip our wine and never cuss. We’re “SUPPOSED” to be stay-at-home-mom’s or climbing the corporate ladder.

…but WHY?

What is SO wrong with a girl who can take care of herself? Why is it SO unsuitable for a girl to enjoy hunting, fishing and playing in the mud? Why is it frowned upon for a lady to turn a wrench and get her hands greasy, or work her ass off in the oilfield, or be skilled in running large equipment? And just why is it SO wrong for a woman to choose to not have children?

I guess I probably sound like some sort of feminist or something, but I wouldn’t really say that.

I believe WOMEN are the ones who’ve given us these ridiculous stereotypes. They are the ones who are offended by the women like me who CAN get along just fine in a mans world. I would never fight for some sort of “equality” …I just want to be recognized for working my ass of just like the next guy.

BUT…back to wherever I was going with this.

In realizing that I’m 100% the opposite of what society expects me to be..I came to realize something…that it’s completely okay!

I no longer wish to appease anyone and their expectations of a woman.

I want people to continue to say “I think it’s so weird that you do that.”

I want people to continue to bring up the fact that I’m different…because different is good, period. I want to start conversations and be an advocate of women learning to do shit they’re “not supposed to know” …hell, maybe I’ll put on a camp.


I’m just so over living in this social media run world..and plan to completely unplug from it. I don’t want or need a Facebook, but got one because I was convinced It’d help my business…it hasn’t. I am ready to go back to my roots. Spending hours upon hours outside, in nature…doing the things I love to do. Sure, I still have to go to work…but I don’t have to come home, turn on a TV, play on my phone and “connect” constantly.

I think if we’d all take a little more time getting to know ourselves and this absolutely incredible world we live in…we’d be a lot more humble about all the stuff we have.

Sit back for a minute and think about that.


Do the thing you want to do.

Go to the freaking gym and eat right.


Go on adventures.

Find true love.

Meet new people.


Life is what you make it people, so make it one big incredible voyage that’s worth talking about.

Be in the moment…

…just live.




My Favorite Things: Country Summer Edition

Red dirt and wheat fields, corn husks and whiskey,

Hound dogs and shotguns and folks feeling frisky.

Bass ponds and camp fires in summer or spring,

These are a few of my favorite things!

Big jacked up pickups and mud holes and swimming,

Dirt roads and tractors, the sun as it’s dimming.

Cat fish on trot lines and no phones to ring,

These are a few of my favorite things!

Girls in their cutoffs and old Tony Llama’s

The rebel flag waving, ignoring our Mommas

Flip cup and beer pong, so drunk that we sing

These are a few of my favorite things!

When the snow comes,

When the beer’s gone,

When I’m feeling sad….

I simply remember my favorite things

Then I don’t feel so bad.

AND – you’re welcome! 😉

Hope this gave you a little smile!

If you have a verse to add – leave it below! 😉



Small Town Bad Ass; A How To Blog.

You may think that being this awesome is easy, and well…you’d be right.

BUT – there are some significant steps you can take to ensure your bad ass status.

I would assume that being a bad ass in New York is much different than being one in rural Oklahoma, so please forgive me for not having multiple guidelines.

The first step to becoming a small town bad ass is to really establish your persona. You have to look in the mirror and get the face down. It should look something like this.


Make sure when you’re getting ready, ladies, that you don’t overdo the makeup…real badasses only accentuate their already bad ass features. (note…a little shimmer IS acceptable)


Now, first things first when dressing the part…pick out your favorite red dirt band tee…or whichever one happens to be clean.


Make sure you try your tee on with booty shorts so you can really feel good about yourself.

Now that you’ve got your classy face on and your band tee picked out, you should go ahead and throw on the jeans and boots…this is a requirement to accomplish the real small town bad ass look.

Some other things that may help get  your persona rocking are;


Trying to look fresh in a Cowboy Fresh hat…


…taking plenty of selfies…


…and practicing your Dana Linn Bailey impressions. Nothing gets me more pumped than Cowboy Fresh and DLB.

SO …there are some things you will need to really pull this off.

I already mentioned the jeans and boots…but you will also need to drive a big truck.


Drink your Activate


Haul your Thrive and water in bulk…


Listen to bad ass Casey Donahew songs AND have a dash dog named Dusty.


Did I mention the selfies?


You should also make sure your lunch grub is on point…



..and that you really work on your driving style..


I know this is a lot to take in, but I’m confident by just adding in a few of these things you will become even more bad ass than you already are.

Remember, these guides only apply to small rural towns where even when you don’t know what you’re doing…the town does.

Now, get out there and get your bad ass on!





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It’s That Time Of Year!

Each year, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, something magical happens around here. Rifle season opens. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m an “avid” hunter, but I really do enjoy it – and kinda know what I’m doing. Saturday morning I didn’t even set my alarm to get up because I thought it was supposed to be pouring down rain. Guess what, it wasn’t! It was the perfect morning to go out!

Well, about 10 o’clock I decided I would go out and check the corn feeder and spend some time traipsing around the 400 some acres I’m so blessed with.

Last year it seemed that all the old bucks were hiding and I was left with only the girls and a few teenage boys…this year looks to be a bit different.

When I got out to check the feeder, I immediately saw a nice rub on a sumac tree! That got my blood going – it’s pretty exciting, ya know!


So – I dumped a little corn in the feeder and headed south. There was hardly a breath of wind, so I was using my ninja skills to stay extra quiet. I put some good miles on my boots.

It seemed like every little path and roadway was covered with tracks.


LOTS of tracks, fresh ones and old ones, big ones and small ones.

The most exciting track of the day was this big ole buck track…not 75 yards from my stand.

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I actually couldn’t believe he was just traveling out in the open like that…so there must have been a real pretty doe up ahead of him.

I’m going to attribute this giant rub to him too.


There were at least 3 more this size in this area. I’m pretty sure I know where I will be sitting this evening!

Now, don’t get me wrong…I DO love the thrill of hunting for the massive bucks that I know are living on this place, BUT, I also know that they have been allowed to get so big because I pass them up when they are young. Let them GROW, people! Don’t harvest every ole 2 year old 8 point that you see. Hunting is more than just a trophy for your wall, it’s about sustenance and controlling a population.

Stay safe out there, hunters!




Quality Over Quanity

As I sit here this afternoon, having a conversation with a dear friend, something hit me.

I don’t have just friends anymore…the kind like when we’re teens, the ones we gab too and grab lunch with once a month.

The friends that I have now are so much more than just friends…they are family.

The women in my life are not just “girlfriends” I gab with about random things (although, don’t get me wrong..we do this too)…they are so much more. They are the women I look up to…the women I aspire to be.

One woman, in particular, has touched my life in a way that she will NEVER understand. Mainly, because I can’t express to her what she has done for me.

She is one of the greatest role models in my life. She is an amazing woman, wife, and mother! She is everything I aspire to be. She is independent and still very grounded in her roots and faith. She is strong, SO strong, yet still has the kindest heart. She works so hard for everything she has despite the hard times that life has handed her. She loves truly and honestly and holds nothing back. She is there for me at times she doesn’t even know I need her. She is beautiful in every sense of the word, both inside and out. She believes in me, even when I don’t believe in myself…and she chases her dreams every day.

Bobbie Sue,

Thank you so much for being such an outstanding woman, and thank you even more for being in my life. I look forward to all the crazy adventures we are going to share together! You’re one of a kind!

From one Daddy’s girl to another, you already knew that was true! 😉


So, here’s to you, Bobbie Sue, and to the very few real friends that I do have.

You know exactly who you are, and I am thankful for each and every one of you.

As we get older, we realize that the number of friends we have is irrelevant…it’s how amazing and bad ass they are.