In the Raw

The first thing I can say right now is that I want to throw up, out of pure nervousness.

O.K, I've also been sick all week, so that might be it.

But I was standing in my bathroom today, playing with the new lipstick I got, and was thinking about all the pictures I DONT have of myself to post.

Does that sound bad? yeah.

What I really mean is that I really havent had much to post about because I really havent been accomplishing anything. I feel as though I have just been surviving the past couple of months.

Havent given myself any directive, or I have, and completely fell off the band wagon.

Where am I going?

I've been dismissing things that give me pure joy just because I havent had the "umph" to push through. I've become a zombie mom once again, and am just wondering around my house like hopeless bum.

My sister came home the other day and said " So "so and so" came into my work, and she was wearing workout clothes, and I was like ; Oh, did you just get back from the gym?: and she was like "no, just working", then I was thinking to myself , geez sometimes YOU (she was looking at moi) wear your workout clothes all the time when you are feeling fat, and I just totally called her on it, I feel bad" .... then my sister walks away.

Which left me looking down at what I had been wearing all day.

Workout pants and a baggy t-shirt.

The sisterly love within me wanted to walk into her room, kick down the door then start beating her with a pillow, but the adult in me just stood there in shock.

I dont even know what to type now.... I think I am still in shock, and going over my downfall month by month in my mind.

Where in the world is Christina?

I have to find her.

Where ever she is, she has got some hot pink lipstick on :)

Halloween

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.

We Fish A LOT

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

Labor Day weekend adventure.

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...**

I CAN do this

I'm sitting on the couch, feeling like crap.

The kids are running around the house with mac'n cheese smeared all over their faces, half naked, screaming bloody murder.

There is a 26 mile ride waiting for me....

God give me strength. 

I CAN do this.