That’s a lie. But I’ve started several.

But they weren’t going where I wanted them to. I’m sort of grouchy. I made a pact with my computer to not write passive aggressive posts. So half of them were out the door right there.

Then I got all sorts of sentimental. That ended quickly.

So, instead, here’s some pictures of my family, just in case you wanted to murder us.

 This is JUST my family. My mother, my siblings, spouses and their kids. We’re missing one of my nephews (and my dad. But he’s dead. Remember? Thanks for bringing it up) and there’s one more on the way. But not me, though it looks it. Is my face huge? like when you first met me did you think it looks like when Drop Dead Fred got his head stuck in the refrigerator? Sometimes I think it looks like that. Like in the picture below.

 There’s much love in our family. That’s my new sister in law, Addie. She’s precious. And perfect. And beautiful. Seriously, I look like Drop Dead Fred. 

 I posted this picture for two reasons. 1. It’s silly. I like that in a picture. and 2. I have a chin.

 Again, so much love. We’re so affectionate. I hope Melanie sends me the pictures of me kissing her. They were delightful.  No defined chin in this one.

Nom nom nom nom. Good arms, Shel. In Lance’s family, Carson would be short.

Here’s a picture I’m sad about…why so blurry?! Stupid camera. This picture should be proceeded with some sort of drumming. duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh nuuuuuhhh! This is when I met THE MELISSA MCKROLA. In the flesh. She was every bit as awesome as I had hoped during our internet-only relationship.

Aren’t our babies cute? Down syndrome kids are the best. Especially when they hook you up with new awesome friends who are so crazy and funny you’d pick up and move just to be near them. But, alas, we’re picking up and moving to be near no one. Except the jerks in congress. But lets not go there. No, let’s SO not.

Unless you want to.  Because I really want to. But this blog isn’t about politics, right? Some days I wish it was. Because any time anyone so much as mentions politics, the dam bursts and I go on and on and on and on. I need to find a way to let it out in small bursts. I need to also stop watching Anderson Cooper 360. But he’s the silver fox. How can I stop?

We’re getting our pictures done tomorrow and I’m seriously freaking out about it. I thought I’d be down at least another 10 by now. But I’m up several. I hold Heather J. responsible. Funnel Cakes. Have you had them? Oh my. I don’t know why I get a paycheck from her at the end of a weekend of eating my body weight in funnel cakes. Or after almost killing us both in inner city Seattle. Several times. That’s a fun story. But I’ve already repressed SO MUCH of it that I can barely remember. We need a camera crew when we get together. Because it’s funny. I could only imagine the waiver they’d need before they got in the car with us.

I’m also freaking out because I’m moving in a week and a half. It makes me want to ball up in a corner and rock back and forth. In fact, I tried it yesterday. It was as nice as you think. I can see why people do it. 

Wow. I have a lot to say. I’m going to go start several more posts. While you’re waiting, you wanna see the other blog I’ve been working on? It’s going to be fun one day when I’m not so busy.  www.mostlycopiedcrafts.blogspot.com. Follow it. Tell your friends. It’s going to be epic.

Okay, not really. But it should be all right. Mostly.