My Peeps

“If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.” ~ Jeff Foxworthy

That's me with the "parentals."

After spending an evening discussing life, politics, religion and family with an egyptian, a russian and a jamaican (I am not kidding!) I began thinking about my the type of family I came from.

Many times I have tried to explain different aspects. I have talked about my super-creative, messy, and sometimes "mouthy" mother. I have discussed my hardworking, super quiet, father. I have shared with you the trials and tribulations of my sister and her daughter (my Autumn.) I have even shared a few bits of information about my egyptian.

I have shared pics and random stories about my friends, my co-workers and my activities. I have pointed out my favorite "bloggy friends" and my favorite websites.

But when it really comes down to it - who are my peeps? If a picture tells a thousand words.. then what in the world are my pictures trying to say??

These pictures, hands down, win the worst pictures of all time. Where else can you go from "caught in the moment" to bad hair/clothing choice to "what kind of face are you making" to.. "seriously, you had your sweet, conservative muslim husband pose with two hussies from Hooters?"

I added everything from pics of me as a child to pics of me in Halloween costumes...

So - I ask myself (and you) again - what do these pictures say??