Lately I keep inadvertently (or perhaps advertently - why isn't this a word?) acting irresponsibly. I'm truant on my emails, this blog has been somewhat neglected and I haven't bathed my children in three weeks (at least one of these statements isn't entirely true). I wish there was an awesome reason for this, like I've been too busy training for the marathon, but really it is just a case of major busyness/laziness.
So here is a random collection of photos to summarize what life looks like lately.
Yes, we are those people with pumpkins sitting in front of our house on December 13th. I keep telling myself to get rid of them but then I always have to wait until garbage day for the disposal. Tuesday morning rolls around, we start running and screaming and trying to jam everyone in the car while shoving vitamins in their mouths and reminding them to stay out of trouble. So each week the pumpkins slip past us once again. I could pick them up and put them in the house or garage, but at this point I don't want to touch the nasty things because they are probably mushy and rotten. Thus the cycle continues and we have pumpkins sitting in front of our house in the middle of December.
Who are those people who receive boxes and boxes of online Christmas orders but never bother to open them to check the contents until the day before the holiday and then realize they received someone else's junk? That's us, the pumpkin people.
Who recently ran into several coworkers and a handful of high school acquaintances early on a Saturday morning, wearing this (oh yeah and slept-in hair and makeup)? I'll let you guess.
I found this at Wal-Mart. I was really hoping I could think of someone to give it to. I especially like the metal folding chair. Mark's birthday is tomorrow...
I found this gem on my mom's Christmas tree.
Planning and estimating really isn't my strong suit.
This is my favorite picture ever taken. Fat Linda is resting her slow brain under the fake Christmas tree, completely unaware that Lorenzo is hunting her from behind.
My kids don't believe in Santa. I take them to my work sponsored Santa visit anyway so we can claim the free kid presents each year. They call him Fake Santa.
Marina gave Fake Santa all kinds of attitude. While she looks fairly docile here, immediately after this picture, Fake Santa asked her what she wanted for Christmas. Marina was walking away; she stopped, glanced over her shoulder then kept walking. Sorry Fake Santa, we have poor manners.
Speaking of poor manners, Mark and Marina decided to terrorize the friendly geese immediately after spurning Fake Santa. That's how we roll...
So there it is. An abstract view of our recent life. Feel free to express your outrage about Fake Santa and pumpkins.
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