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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!