I Think I'm Developing A Twitch

I've mentioned before that I generally write my posts after everyone in my house go to bed. I do this because I can't concentrate with my kids interupting me and Matt reading over my shoulder. Turns out, it's not only my family that I find distracting. Yesterday as I sat down at the computer that Jessica and Bryan (aka Mr. Punk) have in the main room and attempted to blog, the kids and Bryan were playing RockBand right behind me and then my mother committed the cardinal sin and started reading over my shoulder. I seriously excommunicate Matt from the living room when I write posts. I can't stand the feeling that someone is reading over my shoulder. I get all neurotic. What if what I'm writing is crap? Of course, I then post my crap on the Internet and let anyone who wants to look at it. I really make no sense at all.

Hm, I think we'll save my issues for another day. We can talk about how crazy and neurotic I am anytime, but I'm not always at Jessica's house. So I've taken a few pictures to commemorate the occasion. Pictures that will no doubt showcase my incredible photography skills and in no way showcase my need for psycological help.

This is my mom, my brother Thor and me doing our best seductive faces ala myspace photos. Jessica was originally in the picture but she sort of got cut out because of my stellar photography skillz. (Yes, it hurt me to use the z there instead of the s, but it seemed to be needed.) Also I hope you will not see Thor's red-eye as a flaw in my skills, but see it for what it is. (I'm too lazy to fix it.)

Here we have a stunning picture of the mountain range as we drove through Virgina. I know you probably think it looks like I took a picture of a tracter trailer through a dirty windshield, but it's definately an amazing mountain view. You just aren't looking right...tilt your head to the left a bit. Better right?

Now here is a great picture. I didn't take this one. Mallory did. In case you forgot, she's five. It's my nephew, Asher. He likes money, swords, guns, and his mom. Based on the description I'm giving you probably assume that he's in the mafia, but he actually owns a construction company. The business is completely legit.

Finally, I wouldn't be me if I didn't have at least one picture of me drinking a half gallon of orange juice out of the container with a straw. Gosh, I'm holding onto that thing for all I'm worth. It's like I think someone is going to try and rip it right out of my hands. You'd be uptight too if your nephew ran the mafia contruction company.

 Holy crazy eyes, Batman, I think I just may have found my new profile picture.