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Breakfast Time

What Time do Boys Eat Breakfast?

This is a photo of the First (left, still asleep) and his friend Jake, who has just spent the night at our house. Because I am such an incredible mom (and because Jake is one of my all-time favorites), I often cook a big family breakfast on Saturday mornings for all my guys to enjoy. […]

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Women's MMA

Fighting Burnout

The following post was written by my good friend June Elliot. June and I both train at the same home gym and have watched each other cycle through the inevitable physical and mental ups and downs in our respective sports. June has studied Okinowan karate, taekwondo, hapkido, Wing-Chun, Chin-Na, Mauy Thai, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. She’s […]

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My Shoes Sparklez!

My Shoes Sparklez!

So November was my birthday month, all Lisa, all month, it was awesome and I highly recommend it. Especially if you can score summa these. My friend (also named Lisa, it’s kismet) had listened to me exclaim whenever I saw the elementary school girls at church with those awesome red glitter Dorothy shoes, or anything […]

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what's your crazy thing?

what’s your crazy thing?

It came up while hangin wit my tribe this weekend. What would you love to do? What’s the idea you keep stowed away because you think people will laugh or because you think it’s a little out of the realm of possibility? The Husband: Not own a car.True, he’s a stay-at-home kinda guy. The original […]

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mem-ries, da da da da da da daaaah

What a shock it is when your six-year-old begins to reminisce about his younger days. The other day the Maker and the Ice were in the back seat when something prompted this conversation: Maker: Remember when Mom used to make us real play dough?Ice: That was awesome! We had to be careful when it first […]

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meeting david

When I was three years old we moved to the place where I did most of my growing up. I can remember riding in the clear-plastic-covered back seat of the realtor’s car to see the new house. As we drove up, a dark-headed five-year-old boy whose skin was browned by the sun stood in the […]

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