Monday, November 28, 2011


This was the first year that the hubs and I didnt dress up.
Must admit I was pretty sad about it. So I'll just have to make up for it next year.
But since the kids were actually old enough to have a say in what they wanted to be, we let it be all about them.
But the candy is mine.
All mine.

A Pumpkin Patch

I've become that mom that brings the little sister to the older ones functions. When I was younger I HATED if my siblings had to tag along for anything. But now I realize, what the heck am I supposed to do with her? Leave her behind?
Course not.
So Chloe tags along as I chase them both down with the camera.
If I can remember one memory from this field trip was that it was TOO hot. It was in th 90's in October!!! We should have had on cute boots, and preppy sweaters.
Ugh, Mississippi.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

We Fish A LOT

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So I'm digging through pictures.
Trying to go in order, and I am realizing that we have spent quite a bit of time fishing. And to be completely honest its not THAT fun with toddlers. But as I look at the photos I cant help but think "awwww how cute!", I forget that they were screaming and throwing the poles into the lake.
Its like childbirth, you forget the pain, but you still go back for more.
Oh, and heaven forbid if I got a photo in of myself, I would probably look like a savage beast, foaming at the mouth, as I'm chasing my kids around the lake.
This happens to you, right?

Southern Decadence

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Ever made last minute plans?
Like inviting yours husbands college roommate family over, only to steal his wife (Vanessa) and running away to New Orleans?
Ha ha, I have. During a hurricane.
Also during Southern Decadence, a.k.a "Gay Mardi Gras".
Now did we plan the storm and the "festivities"? Nope, but they made up one heck of an interesting weekend.
We didnt realize what was happening until we were half way down Bourbon Street, and the was this MASSIVE black guy. Have you seen the Green Mile? Picture that guy but BIGGER, and not an ounce of fat just solid MUSCLE. He was like a BEAR, wait forget that, like an ELEPHANT with muscle. And he was wearing BOOTY shorts with the butt checks hanging out. Thats when I turned to Vanessa and said "SOMETHING is happening here".
Another block down Bourbon we find the party. Where they are throwing "hand sanitizers" from the balcony. "Hand sanitizers?" A guy(Kyle) turns around and says " Ah, honey that aint hand sanitizer. Its LUBE".
SILENT SHOCK on both of our faces.
We soon join in the party, hiding from the rain and devouring beignets.
Also seeing a man around 5'2 with a shlong down to his knee....
No joke. Im still having nightmares.

Me Love You Long Time?

Um, hi.
My name is Christina.
Recovering blogaholic.
Injured runner.
Crazy mom.
Weight lifting "babe" <-- Yeah, I said it. Psssh.
Straight up just psycho lady that has been uploading pictures to my computer but not seeing time to blog. Seriously though, blogging is like working out. Sometimes you are just on top of your game, then you get side swiped by a bag of cookies and forget the gym exists. Because cookies tell you the gym is evil.
Uh, huh. My cookies TALK to me. Be jealous. Or worried that I MIGHT have a problem....
Or two.
But now is time to play catch up.... through pictures... because, heck I cant remember life.
**Cough cough** Its been 2 whole months since I blogged last. Faint now...**