17 December 2007
Welcome to Me.
Considering my LiveJournal still has two entries (and only two entries) going on five years, I can't fathom why I'm starting a blog now. Probably jealousy that everyone else has one with pretty pictures, and boredom with reading those other blogs that have far too few references to me. I'm amused by myself. I can't think of a better way to stay constantly entertained than being able to come to a blog where everything is about me. It should put a smile on my face. I'll let you know if it doesn't.
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Well, it's about time you joined the 21st Century. Welcome to the blogging world.
Now I can get on your 6 about never updating! Reciprocity, baby.
But seriously, I'm really excited for this. You should tell everyone about the trauma you caused your son.
Oh! And you can find a cute nick-name for the kids. Or, you can be as creative as I am with my nieces and nephews, and give them numbers.
I think #1 should be Munch. Let's see if you get the reference without resorting to Google.
I'm not into whatever sick and twisted plan you have for naming my children. I've already selected perfectly good names for them, so forget it.
So what is the reference with Munch anyway?
And I'll get to the trauma. Shhhhhhh.... Be patient, little one.
I'm so glad you started a blog!! Since you insist on living across the country and will only consent to email me when you have a child, our correspondence has been somewhat limited to my dismay. Thank you for the amusing blogs, I laughed so hard I cried....now if I can just figure out how to link yours to mine, my life will be complete!
It is about time! Now the world can be blessed by your witty intelligence. Woohoo!
"I'd like to thank the little people...."
Go ahead and Google Munch, and then you'll get it.
Wait...are you suggesting my perfect Peanut looks like that?
No, it is just the image I'd see in my head when you'd tell me that she was screaming all of the time. I'm not sure if that is representative of you ready to scream yourself or if it's Peawhistle screaming herself.
Either way, it's what I refer to her as when I'm speaking about your perfect child. You know, because I don't want people stealing your children.
Neither do I. I know, given the chance, every person in America would steal them and put them on their mantles, possibly as conversation-starters.
Hello- Am I reading this post a little late? Did I travel into the future and now have come to visit you in the past? Well if I have then I want to tell you that you will be a great blogger, so GREAT. and way more then 2 posts! Keep your head up and keep writing about yourself!
I was looking for the post you were talking to me about today (or was it a conversation we had in the future?)... what is it titled?
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