Renee York-McKenzie@reneeelizabeth

The earth is beautiful. I like to take pictures of it.

Rainbows over East Nashville πŸŒˆπŸ’™


32 year olds need birthday cakes too. Thanks, Andy! πŸ’—πŸŽ‚#itisyourbirthday #nothingbundtcakes


This is a thing.



Possibly the worst birthday email I could receive? Interesting choice by my doctor’s office... πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­ #alreadyknewthis #didntwanttobereminded


What fresh hell is this


So. Much. Beer. It was a great weekend with old friends. Nick and Emily, thanks for celebrating your graduation/love of country music with us! #802to615 #vermontmeetsnashville




Pet peeve: leg-shaking drives me CRAZY. I have to ask Andy to quit doing it frequently. Tonight at the game, I’m sitting next to the Brothers Shaky-Leg. πŸ™„πŸ˜‚ #gopreds #isitrudetoaskastrangertocoolitwiththeirlegs


So, funny story. Three separate times over the last few weeks, my fingers and/or hands have been turning blue. I freak out easily about health stuff anyway, but I think this would be legitimately concerning to most people. Even my not-at-all-hypochondriac husband suggested I make an appointment with my doctor to ask about it. Tonight at dinner, it was worse than ever. Both hands, completely blue. I wanted to go to the ER. I was freaking out. I knew it was something terrible - my oxygen levels were low, something was cutting off the blood supply to my extremities - any number of awful things it could be. I got home, still panicking, and washed my hands. Normal color returned immediately. Y’all. It was my jeans. My blue jeans have been rubbing off on my hands and turning them blue. I don’t even know how to deal with this. For weeks, I literally thought I might be dying. I was texting my mom pictures, calling my doctor about it.... and it was freaking blue jeans. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚


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