Damn, that was a good day!

wildchildmama August 23, 2011
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At 6:30 in the morning two Saturdays ago, my little 3-year-old peanut crawled into bed with me.  Our ritual.  I hold up the covers, she slides in and we have cuddle time.  No sooner than her head hit the pillow on this morning did she bounce back up to say, “Happy Birthday, Mommy” with a soft, sleepy smile.
No reminder was given.  And I know no one coached her the night before.  It came from her own special place of important [...]

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>The badass and the woman have found their playground

Wild Child Mama April 10, 2011
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When I was a kid, I was tougher and smarter than most girls.  I could pass the sissy test, steal candy cigarettes from the corner drug store, and stare you down like Dirty Harry ‘till you ran home hiding behind your mama’s sneakers.   
As I got older, I changed.  Picking scabs wasn’t so sexy.   Dainty was sexy.  A strong “inner” voice was sexy.  Belching in someone’s face?  Not so sexy.
But I miss that badass little punk.  She wasn’t afraid to [...]

Posted in badass little punk, bench press, candy cigarettes, deadlift, pizza boxes, Powerlifting, squat | 13 Comments