Love/Hate

I loathe Labor Day Weekend. It means the end of summer is drawing near. There is nothing good about that. Except football. That's the only thing that can see me through. And the tanning bed. Sunshine year round!




I love Labor Day Weekend. It means catfish fry, daze on the beach, beer, and plenty of sun!





Big Lil Momma wore this do rag for me for about 4 pictures. Then she was over it.

We were so excited that Daddylicious got to join us at the lake this weekend. We hopped on the Sea Doo and spent the day at the beach.










Papalicious has all of the neat and handy lake gagetry. He has a nifty attachment that allows us to put an ice chest on the back of the Sea Doo. It will hold plenty of drinks (beer). Everyone that we talked to commented on our Sea Doo ice chest. It is the shit.

This is Ranger Beach on Lake Texoma. It is mostly family oriented- unlike "The Islands" on the Texass side of the lake. Rumor has it that all the girls (strippers, I'm guessing) wear is pasties on their nipps. We will stick to the Okla by God Homa side of the lake for now.









We motored up to the sandy beach with our PWC and anchored with our sand bag. We were parked next to some folks who were having a Douche Bag contest to see who could win the Labor Day Douche Bag award. The bull shit was thick. It was mainly about who had the bigger/badder toys. It was highly annoying. I think Douche Bags are unaware of the fact that bragging does not impress, it only lets people know how big of an insecure ass hole you are. It was entertaining for us.


Big Lil Momma had fun playing in the sand and swimming. She practiced swimming without her life jacket. Don't freak- She could stand up in the water and I hovered over her like the helicopter mom that I am. She is going to grow fins by next summer!


Poor Little Lil Momma had the beginnings of a cough and cold. She did not get to join us on our beach adventure. Do not worry, she had plenty of fun being Papa's Girl.