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August 23, 2010

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Cal's first day of school

Celebrating after our karate extravaganza

Jude's first day of school

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A little bit of everything all rolled into one. It's kind of like "leftovers" night - not enough to make a whole meal out of, but enough for a bite of this and that. Calvin and "The Finger". While practicing a tornado kick and simultaneously trying to hold onto his ankles (which I suspect is not really an actual move), Calvin not only whacked his middle finger hard on his ankle bone, he then landed on said finger and bent it all the way back. It was evident within minutes that we were experiencing a phalange-tastrophy, so off he and I headed to the Urgent Care. Once we were taken back and evaluated, the radiologist came to take a few X-rays. Cal was very serious about the whole ordeal, until the radiologist had him fold down all but his black and blue middle finger for the final X-ray. He giggled the whole time. (Side note: Finger was not broken. Hyperextended. Looks awesome, and by "awesome" I mean "hurl".) The Fantasy With M

Christmas Morning Video

It may have been a silent night, but this morning was a whole different story.

An Open Letter to Cancer.

Dear Cancer, I have wanted to tell you what I think of you for a very long time - probably since you first stuck your evil cells into my Aunt Bonnie - but I've held my tongue for years as you continued to do your wicked work all around me. But now it's time to say my peace because you've gone and done it again. As we say down here, you've done messed with the wrong guy. You may be complex, you may come in a myriad of forms, you may hide yourself for years, but ultimately you need put in your place. And today I feel like doing that. A few days ago we learned you were working your evil in the life of one a bunch of us love. You are attacking our shepherd, and you need to know - this flock isn't having it. I'll give it to you - you swept our feet out from under us this week, but what you may not have realized is that our bottoms landed on the firm foundation that even you can't shake. We're bruised and battered, but wounds have never stopped us

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