Yeah, yeah, yeah…..In the beginning I heard a lot of nonsense about my parents being saints and how wonderful my siblings were to me. Blah, blah, blah I say (…or would say).
Let me tell you something people. I’m the saint. I’m the best thing that every happened to those poor souls. My family is crazy, loud and all kinds of….did I say crazy?
Before I was even born, I was stressed out by the nonsense I heard.
Proof:” I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with this. Can I stay in here a little longer? Like forever?”
This one here. I can’t understand half the things that come out of his mouth.
I’ve learned to pretend to be asleep when I’m around him.
Brother #2 cant read a story with enthusiasm to save his life.
I’m constantly reminding him to stay in character. How infuriating!!!
And this girl……Well she is a real problem.
Every time my “real” mom turns around, she steps in to be Mommy at Large.
Her hugs are lethal. Do my cries for help fall on deaf ears?
NOW…….This is what happens when your siblings find out you’re talking trash (truth) about them.
Mom and Dad just say: “Kids will be kids.”
Okay. My mom has taken over today and she said she might do that more often now.
I guess I need to let her. She is my mom and all.
But secretly I’m saying: “No you didn’t take over my blog!”
N-ever gives up
So….I let my imagination run wild. What can this pen turn into for me?
I’m Merlin the Magician.
I’m Cheech or Chong. I’m not sure which one.
Groucho Marx, ladies and gentlemen.
I’m a snake charmer.
I’m singing to the world.
Okay dolls. It’s baby Richard Simmons. I FEEL LIKE DAAAAAAAAANCING!
From my video archive: Not unlike the Beiber himself, everyone starts somewhere.
COVER PHOTO OF BOY NEXT DOOR
TODDLER VERSION OF LINDSAY LOHAN
ANIMAL TRAINER (synchronized dancing)
ATTACK MODE,GROPER OR MAYBE PLAYING A BEAR.
I KNOW THE LADIES WANT ME