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Oh Yes, It Was Ladies Night

Kimberly — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:35:39 +0000

What happens when you get ten classy ladies and two sweet babies together for a dinner party?

Delicious food, wonderful conversation, beautifully wrapped gifts and LOTS of baby squeezing.

But it’s what happens after the young ones are soundly asleep that makes it memorable.

Break dancing.

Truth or Dare.

Some were too scared for dares.

Others weren’t and will be receiving an apology note from me.
(How did I know she would actually run around the house like that?)

My mother gave an extra-truthy answer.

“I haven’t done acid…yet.”

There were 10 pounds of sangria soaked fruit pieces that were devoured as the night progressed – a process that was helped by the game “You have to eat a piece of fruit every time you say someone’s name.”

Actual amount of fruit not shown here.

And the next morning, more baby pictures…and lots of coffee.

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The Good, The Bad & The ‘S’ Word

Kimberly — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:24:34 +0000

The good thing about having your children home with you for three weeks during inclement weather is that you really get to stop and smell the quality time. Even if that time involves too much eating and TV watching and not enough exercise, aside from sledding and shoveling, it still ranks as high quality. Let me tell you, there was a lot of giggling. A lot.

The bad part involves a high pitched shriek you may have heard yesterday when I stepped on the scale for the first time since…well, since 2009. It ain’t good, folks. All of my snovereating, combined with a few dark moments when I was clearly was trying to comfort myself with food and whatever else I could shove into my mouth, have finally taken its toll.

I purposely did not make any resolutions this year because I was saving myself for the motivation necessary to not make empty promises. Lucky or not, the scale and my fat pants have now allowed me that motivation. Ye-freaking-haw.

And what about this blog? What kind of ghost town has this place been? I used to call myself a freelance writer, amateur photographer and over all a pretty fit (and cool) chick. Now? Not so much.

The food coma inactivity party is over, y’all, and I’ve got to get back on a schedule. So, can one make New Year’s resolutions in late February…or should I call them something else?

I’m not suggesting that it’s all he ‘S’ word’s fault but I think it can at least be partially to blame for me now being the ‘F’ word.

February 21st is the new January 1st…at least in these parts. Blarg.

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