Thanksgiving 2006


Friday, November 24, 2006Thanksgiving Turn Out: The Mystery Woman

Thanksgiving was fantastic, the best ever! Ryan and Gram Gram had done most of the prep work days before, the food was marvelous and the company even better. There is a lot to be said for staying home to enjoy the holidays.
I only have one complaint. When we began taking pictures in the hopes of getting ONE halfway decent shot of the seven of us (no easy feat with two toddlers) I found that a mysterious woman had snuck her way into our home.
“Who the heck is that?” I cried when Kory began looking through the shots on the computer screen. “Why honey, thats you.” replies the love of my life.
“What! You gotta be kidding! Am I THAT fat? Help! Murder! Roll back the red carpet the fatty is coming!”
The next morning I bite the bullet and step on the scale. HORROR!! I will not shock you with the actual reading as it may send you into a coma, the number being so large, but I will share that the last time I saw those same digits I was about to give birth to 9 pound 4 oz baby Ryan. GASP!!
Time to face the music, pay the piper, cash in my chips (before eating any preferably) bite the bullet…..
And do what exactly? Exercise with the three babies…jumping my fool head off to the tune of the Wiggles on the big screen? Cut my calories…HAH! Not while breastfeeding anyway. Okay, okay, I can stay away from the junk, but is that really a reasonable expectation from a confessed choc-a-holic?
Maybe I will consider it, we’ll see. Or maybe I just won’t EVER let anyone take a picture of me again!
Anyway, when you receive your family Christmas card in the mail. Ignore the fat woman in the photo, we don’t know who she is.

10:03 am est

Thursday, November 23, 2006

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