Family, Fun and Food

I finally made it back to the gym today. After 7 days off. Seven days! Man, it went so fast - how did I miss an entire week? 

I guess it's not too shocking considering I'm not that committed to working out in the first place...that's the difference between fit girls and girls that aren't.  Everybody has the capability to be fit, but not everyone has the dedication to be.

But with my natural and deep-rooted inclination to live my entire life in sloth-life laziness, I'll take the little measly gym time I do put in and be proud of it. This is a battle, people.

I lived up to my full sloth potential this weekend. I did nothing but sit around and eat!  We spent the weekend at Lake Tenkiller with the fam-bam. The entire crew - Grandma, uncles, aunt, and cousins. And there was nothing but a lot of noise and a lot of eating. There was food everywhere. It was totally ridiculous. Every time I turned around someone was pulling something else out to eat. And maybe for a person with even just a sliver of self-control this would have been okay...but for me that concept just doesn't even exist.

But I'm not complaining. I had an amazing time- it was super fun.  And I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday than to hang out with my favorite people.

I got to kick off celebrations early with a painting class.  I've never done one of those before, mainly for lack of artistic talent. This class reinforced that painting is definitely not my calling. When I showed my husband the finished picture he asked me, in seriousness, if the girl was holding a bra. And just in case you can't tell, she is not.

One of the reasons I enjoy my family so much is because we laugh. A lot. I'm sure we're not that funny to other people, but we crack ourselves up. And I love that our time together is spent laughing and playing - it's really all about having as much fun as we can.

My Mom's sense of humor is evident in the cake she bought me. She didn't buy this cake because I'm some princessy, fru-fru, girlie girl. She didn't buy this cake because it's my favorite color.  She didn't even buy this cake because she thought it looked good.  

 

She bought it to match my braces - because she said they both look like they would belong to a 13 year old.

And it was perfect. Really kinda ugly, but still perfect.





I get my shortness from my Mom but I also get her youthful appearance. Fair trade.

I went for a walk with M and my nephew. While we were out I asked him to snap the picture below. The point of the picture was to get us by the sign - to get the name of the place in the picture. I guess I didn't really make that clear though, because this is what I got...

 

So 20 years from now, I'll look at this picture and say "Oh yeah! That was the year we stayed at And Feather Resort!"

Another thing we might question in 20 years is the husband's tacky, yet funny, softball shirt. And yes, that really was the name of their team.  I secretly thought it would be funny to get the girls team shirts with his number on back that said "My Daddy Hit It".  Of course, I try to keep my tacky sense of humor on the down-low so I didn't.  But I did kinda want to.

And I'm really, really glad my grandma has not clue what "hit that" means.

Photography by M2, not too bad for a 3 year old!

And I think we can all agree that I should never, ever be on a stripper pole.

 

And I'm ready to start looking like a thirtysomething again. Well, more just ready to have these braces off. I've got some ugly messy rubber band things going on. It's ridiculous. I can barely open my mouth with all these things in.

I have bands going from the inside of my teeth to the outside. And the little brackets rubbing my tongue raw is awesome. But at least it's not noticeable - unlike the giant hooks across my two front teeth.

And I have bands going from the back, across the sides, to the top.

So guess what?  I end up taking them out. Or never putting them in. I have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow and I know there isn't going to be any good movement because I haven't done what I'm suppose to do. Which is so disappointing because I want them off. But seriously, how can I function like that at work?

At this point, I'm just hoping he doesn't add anymore. And I'm wearing bands right this minute, because you know...having them in for a few hours will make all the difference!