I’ve started 15 posts.

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.

6 thoughts on “I’ve started 15 posts.

  1. I don't know what you are talking about, you look great! Your family is beautiful. And I love the picture of you with Melissa and your sweet babies! Good luck with your upcoming move. I can only imagine how much anxiety there is about a move like that, but it sounds like it's just temporary. So it's more like a sabbatical…

  2. I love that I logged onto Blogger and you posted this 0 seconds ago. I also like your new blog and also your family and also you defined chin and also that you met thee Melissa and also that you love Drop Dead Fred as much as I do. Most of all I love you jerk. Ps. The word I had to type to post this is mileaski.. is that a real word?

  3. I love that you're all over the place, because that's how my brain works, too.The wedding pictures are beautiful (how mad are you that only the little girls got to wear the tutus? I'm pretty angry for you). You do NOT have a face as large as Drop Dead Fred's. Not QUITE, anyway. Hahaha! Only kidding! Your face is perfectly sized, and very lovely. Your family makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. It's so great that you're huggy and lovey. My sibs and I hated each other for a good part of our lives, then tolerated each other, and now love each other–buy we still don't do a lot of hugging or physical contact. Which saddens me, because I'm pretty huggy, and hugging someone who's all stiff isn't that gratifying.I'm glad you posted the picture of us and our cute babies–I don't have a single one of our brief moments together. (My face looks like I had teeth pulled on the right side of my face. It's all puffy and lopsided.) I LOVED meeting you in person, too! You're really the greatest, & I could have spent days and days talking about everything under the sun (including politics. Grrrr!). We really need to have a sleepover and braid each other's hair and do makeovers. And meeting Abby was more thrilling for me than meeting ANY OTHER celebrity in the whole world would be. She's just so…. real. She's not all caught up in the celebrity, hoity-toity, "I'm better than all you small people" mentality. That's just super impressive.Your craft blog is way fun, and inspired me to try some stuff. Lance is gonna be so thrilled to see how much better his ties look as necklaces!And, lastly…. Take it from this angst-ridden worrywart: the IDEA of something is almost always worse than the actual thing is. Your year away will be tough, because your WA people have been with you through a lot of challenging stuff, and they love you tons, but, it'll go by so fast! And you'll have all kinds of great experiences in DC. And stuff like Facebook can help you almost feel at home, in a way. Right?Love you bunches! And I, for one, am so impatient to see you again and get to hang out (& maybe not even in a hospital this time. Although, I'd do that again if I had to.)

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