Free Cereal for a Year

As I was pouring myself a bowl of Golden Puffs ® this morning, I was caught off guard by a strange object that fell into my bowl.  I was in shock.  I thought the days of fun toys in your cereal were over.  Apparently not.  This was a small, plastic-wrapped ad enticing me to enter a sweepstakes to win free cereal for a year.  Who wouldn't want that?

Justin

Obsolete? Not quite.

The other day I noticed that a co-worker of mine had some phone books stacked under his computer monitor.  It was understandable.  After all, what better use could one find for a phone book?  Surely we have no need to actually look up a phone number the old fashioned way.

It would seem that the only thing they're good for is taking up space - raising things up, or flattening things, such as dried-up leaves for mother.

As a kid I remember new phone books being delivered quite regularly.  Each subsequent new phone book was, of course, promptly disposed of.  We already had a phone book.  Yes, we had gotten a new phone book just a month ago.

It saddens me to see that technology, as much as I love it, has made phone books go the way of the electric car.  But I'm comforted to know that now, instead of just a phone number, I can find see a satellite photo of their house and view their annual income.

Justin

bumper to bumper

Seeing as I am not good at voicing my emotions and putting into text what I really want to say, I am making my sister Katie do the typing for me. (Megan sits on "Freud's couch" and rambles on about nothing while I, Katie, try and put it into a context that sorta makes sense.) It didn't help that I was put in charge of the first post. My first thought was to title it FIRST POST but then I decided that everyone does that. It reminds me of my high school days of signing yearbooks, oh wait I'm in High School. Remember those people who get overly facetious (not sure what that means, but it sounds good right?) about signing dumb things like,"first person to write in your yearbook! I am so cool!" They really are not though, but we'll let them think that if they want to. So as I write this post, yes I am first, but I am going to be very very humble about it.

I feel very, how do I put this, privileged to write the first post. Being the youngest child it makes sense that they'd make me do the dirty work of the first post. You take candy from the youngest, make them buy you stuff, and make you start off the family blog. What a joke. It was hard enough growing up having my older brothers tell me I was adopted. For all I know, its true. Lets just say if my parents were to tell me I'm adopted I wouldn't be one bit surprised, I'm actually just waiting for the family council when my dad gathers us all together and announces it. Good thing I look like them, it still gives me hope.

Here it is, the first post of many from our family to yours, bumper to bumper.

Love Megan