Thursday, December 30, 2010

My Anti-Resolutions

My New Year's Resolution is not to become a Mini Van Mama.

But we bought one anyway.

Hallelujah, I'm one of "them"! I'm a soccer mom! And my kids don't even play!

Hallelujah, there will be no more of this in my life!

Even better, for the very first time, our ride was made in the 21st century. Holla, boyee! It only took us 10 years to get with the program. We made the current decade by about...oh, 2 days.

You know you want one. Just admit it.


It is not my New Year's resolution to ring in the New Year looking like I went a couple rounds in a bar brawl.

It is also not my New Year's resolution to publicly post a particularly unattractive photo of myself for all the world to see.

But I'm rockin' a bruiser (courtesy of Hit Baby (it was an accident)) anyway. And I don't care who knows it.

Hello, wrinkles. Hello, post-head-cold nose. Hello, fivehead. I blame the wind and the cold and the kids and the sleep-deprivation and Cory's camera and an unfortunate glitch in my genetic code for you the whole lot of you. Love You Lots! (Remember when LOL meant Love You Lots?)

(Sweet Cheeks wore hers so much more fetchingly last month (courtesy of late-night ballet moves gone awry)...)

My name is Shannan.

I rock a mini van and a shiner at the very same time.

Fear me.