I just...can't.
A million and one things to do and I don't want to do any of them. Can I get a pass on being a responsible professional, just for today?
See, this is what happens - give me just a little taste of lazy life and I turn full-fledged sloth. Sloth Supreme. Grand Master Sloth. Queen of Slothville.
I'm convinced this is why God didn't give me the body of a Playboy or the face of a supermodel. Can you imagine what might have happened if He had? I might have ended up as some trophy-wife, spending my afternoons by the pool. Nail appointment every Tuesday, hair done on Thursdays and Fridays spent at the spa. *shudder
And before you think something about me staying home: it's totally different. I will not be swimming in the lap of self-indulgence. I'm simply trading one career for another. I'll be serving as maid, cook, chauffeur and personal assistant. Currently, I'm working part-time in all four of those positions but I need to go full-time so I can get benefits.
And by no stretch of the imagination is anything about me trophy wife. I mean, on my very best day I would maybe classify as a participation medal.
Oh, yeah! Add fitness freak to that job list. It isn't explicitly written into my contract but buried in all the fine print is a clause exempting me from excusing my way out of exercise.
Damn it, I knew I should have read before signing!
So since I'm obviously trying to avoid accomplishing anything today, how bout a share a quick recap of the holidays? I had some funny stories and thought-provoking insights to share but like I said...I'm in lazy mode which means you get little more than a pictorial review. Sorry, lazyfest is in full effect.
Christmas light viewing fun. My Mom made arrangements for us to go in a limo, because she is super fun like that.
And made sure the adults had drinks. I told you she was fun.
I'm not sure if it was the champagne or the lights but by the end of the night, I found myself festive.
Christmas Eve with the fam. The night consisted of food, food and more food mixed in with games and some present opening.
I have two sisters, that I love equally. Older sister was late and did not make the photo.
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Awkward girl sorority pose... |
Merry Christmas!
My family loves poop. It somehow becomes a topic at every family gathering. This was one of two poop presents.
One of my favorite presents from the night. A journal in my favorite color (it looks kinda gray in this picture but it's purple) with my favorite scripture.
My very favorite present - a Mother's ring. Absolutely love this.
Then it was off for a Christmas vacation.
We started with a stay at the Choctaw Casino. It was beautifully decorated for Christmas and the rooms were really nice. We had a good but very overpriced meal - am I the only one that thinks $20 per person for a casino buffet is high? Since we had never visited before we got $10 free play. Within 5 minutes I was up $30 and cashing out. Hubby kept saying "Don't you want to keep playing, you're on a roll..." Um, no. I always quit when I'm up. That's why I always walk away with money and you don't...
Then it was off to Florida!
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Don't judge the ugly - it's a travel day. |
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Not a fan of this weird coconut drink. |
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Definitely fan of this drink. |
Then to the game.
Oh, the game.
It started with such hope.
And ended with such heartbreak.
This was my face for a large part of the game. The WTF expression of the guy behind me sums it up nicely.
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And what classy night doesn't begin at McDonald's?
Seriously? I wore sequins for this?
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At least Ronald knows how to treat a lady... |
Then on the road again...
I wore my Oklahoma shirts with pride. We may not have played well, we may have been out coached but I love my Sooners.
I'm convinced that Idon'tknowwhere, Alabama has one of the coolest convenience store in the United States.
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Enter through the bus to a room with this wallpaper...trippy, man! |
I even got attacked by a skeleton for refusing to yell "Roll tide!"
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And then, home again.
Great trip, great friends and great memories.
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