DUEL

Yesterday as I was walking home from class I passed a white fence and on that fence was a bird. About a foot away from the bird was a squirrel. They were facing each other and neither were moving. Finally the squirrel started slowly backing away but never turned from the bird until he was parallel with a tree and then he made a dash for it...so..I guess the bird won. It was hilarious.

A reminder that in all things, we should look to the Lord:

In happy moments, praise God

In difficult moments, seek God

In quiet moments, worship God

In painful moments, trust God

In every moment, thank God
-Anonymous-

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The greatest movie ever made.

I think I could watch it every night for the rest of my life.

You've got mail.

Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyvqhdllXgU Ya'll watch this video its people who agree with Mccain views but our voting for Obama.

Tiffany Blue

Did yall know that Tiffany actually owns the color of their logo. Aka, You can buy a color.

For Christmas I want my own personal color. What do you think it should be?

Dreams

“I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.” -Calvin and Hobbs


Last night I had the weirdest dream..maybe ever. We were all at our church..Like everybody we know. Graham and Molly were getting married. (It is starting to get really fuzzy but this is the general idea.) The weird part is that Graham was dead. It was like he had just died and they were still having the wedding out of respect or in his memory or something. And then at the end, I started sobbing just like if he had really died..It was the saddest dream I have ever had.
When I woke up I remember thinking, "I need to remember this, it would make a good story." When I woke up this morning I realized it was just bizarre!

Fire Proof

Tonight Elvis and I went to see the new movie Fire Proof with Kirk Cameron. It was a really good movie and they actually talked about God...Shocking I know. Anyway, very good everyone should go see it. However, I will warn you, The Acting is not so great andsome of it was just terrible. But the messsage was Great!

In which Johnnie teaches Pritchett how to blog

look mom. blogger.

mom see blogger.

mom discover blogger.

mom, blog.

Blog about what? How about, how you need to finish your math, how about I blog about how I have to drag you out of bed in the morning? How about I blog about how, despite your constant over-the-top silliness, when I come into your room in the mornings dancing a jig to your cd of fiddle tunes you give me that disgusted look & roll over?

OK, ok. enough blogger for mom.

Mom can blog later.

mom, blogged.:)

...have you ever seen yourself dance??

The Breakfast Table

By John Singer Sargent

Margaret-- I thought this was interesting since it's called "The Breakfast Table". And we looooooove Sargent. :D pretty.

blah blah blahg

ahem, welcome dearsies

Readers Digest:
"When he received a journal as a gift, my eight-year-old son was mystified. "Mom, what am I supposed to do with this? The pages are blank.""You write down interesting stuff that happens to you," I said."So it's like a blog... on paper." Beverly Taylor, Colorado Springs, Colorado

Blogs WILL NOT DOMINATE!!!!!! NEVER!!! NOT EVER!!! Children should AT least have had some sort of journal BEFORE they turn SEVEN!!!


However, our blog's gonna be right smart wicked awesome. right dudes? toootttallly...

akay... so family, have a look at yourselves: (i think you're kinda hot...) not that i have any pictures to show for it on my beloved yet "impaired" Toby. (hey, it's also not my fault that my hand-me-down laptop is too slow to upload picturas...bless his heart...well, he doesn't really have a heart...but if he did...i would wish for it to be blessed...) anyway... moving forward...


Boy--

No doubt, the most handsome of them all. all dads. all boys. ever. pretty sure. which could be why he has all little girls showing off and eating out of the palm of his hand. "watch this boy!" "i'm watching girl" ......yes, he's alwaaaaays watching. good daddy.

Pritchett--

"you coming, Pritchett?" (need i say more about why we're calling our mama person by her maiden name?) oh...and while we're on "fast-food style" descriptions (a.k.a. not that great, smaller than usual, aaand, done in a hurry) (oh, and yeah, i came up with that on my own...creative, i know. :D ...what...you don't think so? psh...) I will go on to mention for the rest of us, mama joy is a crack head...we think. i mean... she acts like it... anyway...

riiight...

Elvis--

oldest child syndrome. big time. likes board games, communications, (NOT communicating) ;) and parodies of songs. "i'm a hot dog, i'm a hot dog..." yeeeah....not sure about that one. Momma, ...'scuse me, i mean pritchett, just felt pretty adamant about her blog name being elvis. not sure why, but elvis it is. (please note all names are subject to change at any given time.) (hey, psst, that sounded all official didn't it??)

yeah, i'm lame.

and this leads us to...

Margaret Mead--

...of the Mead Family. Middle child syndrome. big time. :D the sweetest of us all.

Johnnie-May--

thaaaaat's mee!! (remember the amanda show?) Johnnie please....ok no. Obviously y'all don't remember the amanda show...anyway. I do not have the baby syndrome. :D In fact, i sort of despise being the youngest child because everyone resents you for it. So there.

So i guess that's all of us. Now, do any of you have anything to say?

If by chance other readers have happened upon our place of mutual conversation... (this could be you) and are lost in the insane chaos, and unexplained, inside joke-ness (that works, k?) of these posts, keep in mind that our original intent is to privately blog with our family and others who from time to time find themselves chatting, dining, and so forth at our breakfast table wasting away (or not) time that most likely should be spent at work, school, or unloading the dishwasher. (usually school for me) :D However, this isn't actually a private blog. So please, don't let us scare you off! Also, i am the first poster... it can only get less confusing from here. ha.

As for you family, i expect you to post...

...and often too.

I understand my posts will not be perfect, nor grammatically correct so forgive a sista, and move on. Girlie girls, i miss you! See you this weekend.

and finally, let's blog!

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