This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Gladiator® GarageWorks for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine. It is no secret that we are big Badger fans around here. Both my husband and I met at Wisconsin (check out our first "date" here) and graduated from there. My sports-obsessed Badger fan HAD to have this locker from, Gladiator® GarageWorks in his room. It is pretty sweet. It has a shelf, and hook inside. Quinn's room was ground-zero of my "get rid of all the ...
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Happy Family Holidays
This post brought to you by Happy Family Products . The content and opinions expressed below are that of Balancing Home. One of the best part about having children are the holidays. I have always loved the holidays, but as our family has grown--my love for the holidays has grown too! Holidays and the traditions that surround them are the things childhood memories are made of! Look at each of my babies on their first Christmas! As exciting as celebrating your first holiday ...
My Coffee Story
This is a sponsored post. I remember my first "coffee". I was in college at the University of Wisconsin-Madison (go Badgers!). I tried a french vanilla cappuccino. I was tired, it was cold and it smelled so good. Totally commercialized, sugar/chemical laden dessert that bares very little resemblance to coffee, I know! But that is where it started. One day I picked one up and was waiting until I got to class to enjoy it. As I was crossing the street, my foot caught on one of the supportive ...
Holiday Porch
Because our porch looked like this for nearly seven years... It was hard to ever believe we could have a beautiful holiday porch. This Spring we finally gave the porch a makeover and I finally had more then an eye sore to decorate for the holidays. This holiday porch is brought to you by Balsam Hill. The garland, topiaries and wreath are all from Balsam Hill and the quality is amazing, you can check them out here. I live in Wisconsin so I needed something hardy to hold up to ...
The Great Ice Cream Social
My sophomore year of college, second semester, days after turning 20--I walked in late to art class and grabbed the first available stool. It happened to be next to a boy in a hat, so I didn't get a good look (without being weird and such), but I was pretty sure he was a cutie. Our class met twice a week for a few hours. This is basically how we dated. Do you remember that feeling? The butterflies and nerves? We both clearly liked each other, neither one of us brave enough to do anything ...