Blogging Slump

Hi, my name's Sherri, and I am in a blogging slump.

What do you people do when you don't feel like blogging?  And it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't have anything interesting to say.  I mean, I could make something up, like last night I got glammed up, went out and ran into Reese Witherspoon, who told me she liked my outfit. 

NO. 

Not only do celebrities hide from me (as they have sixth sense that I would do something rash like attach myself to their leg, while begging them to be my friend), but I have apparently been wearing the same outfit for about 6 days straight.  As noted by John, when I came downstairs this morning and he was all "OH.  You're wearing your mom-uniform.  Again."

I do believe having a "mom-uniform" automatically disqualifies me from anyone's definition of glam.  Stacy and Clinton are probably in hiding on my doorstep, about to bust up in here and give me a whole new wardrobe.

(Now THAT would be blog-worthy.)

I promise to be back shortly.  And now that it's the end of January, I can tell you about our Christmas and New Years. 

I'm nothing if not super prompt and on top of things.

Snow Days. Not Quite As Much Fun As They Used To Be

In case you live in a cave or under a rock, the southeast is experiencing one of the worst snowstorms it's ever had. 

That's based on no actual facts, mind you,  just my observation that I HAVE BEEN HOUSEBOUND FOR 4 ENTIRE DAYS.

(Also, that's a rash statement, because I actually HAVE gone to friends houses, Starbucks, and the gym.  And no, not in that order. Although, don't think I wouldn't be the girl on the treadmill with my latte in the cupholder.  I totally would.  Caffeine makes you run faster, right? Right.)

Apparently, when the news anchors tell everyone to stay in your home, or risk freezing to death on the side of the interstate, I think they must not be talking to me.  Having lived in Georgia all my life, clearly my snow-driving skills are stellar.

Can I also let you know that the weekend before the blizzard of the century (aka "6 inches of snow and Atlanta shuts down for a week") AG dropped her morning nap?  And may I also let you know when people were on facebook raving about how much they were loving their snow days, I wanted to smack them down?  Because guess what's NOT fun about a snow day?  A baby who doesn't really like snow.  And needs to be entertained all morning.

AG is obviously unimpressed.  Which may have had something to with not having gloves on.
Or her embarrassment over mommy's camo gloves.  One or the other.

In case I'm sounding like a debbie downer, here's what was fun about the snow.  Snow Kayaking.  Oh yes.  It's exactly as redneck as it sounds.

And now a video for your viewing enjoyment:

I'm sure I meant "idiotic" in the most positive and uplifting of ways.

Christmas (Almost)

Okay, Christmas.  Let's do this.  I'm ready to recap. 

(Actually, let's just pretend that it's still the week before Christmas, okay?  Then, I could actually feel like it's not shameful to still have my tree up and the stockings still hung.  Or to still be listening to Christmas music on Pandora.)

(NOT that I'm doing that or anything.  And I promise that I didn't leave my tree up til February last year.)

(Maybe.)

For me, Christmas of 2010 will always be remembered as the Christmas of "Holy cow, HOW much did we just spend on babysitters?!"  I may be quitting my job to start babysitting.  Because y'all? They make a small fortune.  It's a pretty sweet deal.  You know, except for the watching other people's kids part.  I'm not sure I could do that.

Oh, just kidding.  Mostly.

Anyway on to Christmas!  I have decided to tell about our month using pictures, because my poor mind can't remember that far back, plus it's easier.  Win-win.

We started off the month with Kristin's graduation party. 

It appears that I enjoy highlighting my noodle arms in silly pictures. 

Or maybe just in any picture.

Next up, the Nelson's Christmas party, which had a Christmas Vacation theme....for the boys only.

Awesome.  I am all about getting cute, while the boys humiliate themselves entertain us with their outfits.

All the girls....Jenny looked so good that Aspen tried to kiss her in the middle of the picture!

Someone's getting fresh!

Also, someone just said "fresh," like she's about 70 years old.

(Let's overlook that, shall we?)

I really wish John would just come out of his shell a little more.

He clearly has a tendency to be shy.

Next up, my old small group's annual Christmas brunch. AG got in on the photo action.

(Girlfriend can seriously point her toes, am I right?)

A then, a few days before Christmas, Jenny's 30th (shhhhh!) birthday surprise at Cocktails and Canvas:

John's apron was a tad on the short side....just trying to keep him appropriate.

(At which I have lots of experience)

Action shot with the birthday girl--pictures are so much more fun with your mouth hanging open.

Clearly.

So, our friends Brooke and Cole, had to leave early.  They asked us to finish their paintings.

The girls were mature, and finished Brooke's photo just like we were supposed to:

The boys on the other hand......

....turned Cole's black lab into a rather disturbing cross between a penguin and a vampire.

A venguin.

Or a pampire.

Yes, I will stop now.

(They've clearly been watching too much Twilight).

Wow.  That took longer than I thought, and I'm not even through Christmas morning....and since I have about 34,000 pictures of THAT, I'll save it for the next blog post.  And just wait til I post about New Years....

I am all about a cliffhanger.  

Neglected

Dear blog,

I have neglected you.  I've been lost in the craziness of Christmas, and the unmotivation/seasonal depression that is January.

I am still here, I promise.  And I'm going to overload you with pictures, rash comments, and oversharing the moment life slows down.

I know.  You can't wait either.

Love,

Your friend Sherri, whose daughter has decided that she doesn't want to nap anymore, who spent approximately all of her life savings on babysitters during December, and who can't seem to stop eating those Lindt truffles that were in her Christmas stocking.   

(Thank you for the extra cellulite, John.  I hope you enjoy it.)