Marcy Chris TracyJust after midnight~Jan. 1, 2006
Chris was being a typical 15 year old cousin-in-law and he refused to kiss our cheeks. ::laughs:: So we kissed him instead.
And don't bother protesting that there is no such thing as a 'cousin-in-law'. Maybe not in the *secular* world, but we Catholics know better.
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Oh my. You must seriously be my long, lost sister!
I have a Godniece!! (Okay, is it or is it *not* capitalized?)
Okay--here goes:
My Godfather's name is John.
He has a son named Johnny.
I am Johnny's Godsister.
Johnny has a God-daughter named Caitlin.
So I am Caitlin's God-aunt.
I have a God-daughter named Michelle.
Michelle is therefore Caitlin's god-cousin.
It makes sense.
::laughs:: I overheard Caitlin trying to explain this to Justin earlier, but I don't think he heard her. My big brother James was being rude and he interrupted her, and nobody noticed, 'cause she's just a little thing with a munchkin voice.
You all are weird. If that is what you do at party's, I will just stay up here and have my own kind of fun. Like get pretty necklace's from big Army guys. ;-)
So, lemme get this straight. Your "typical" 15-year-old-cousin-in-law refused to kiss you and thereby showing extraordinary restraint and virtue on his part so you two shameless unscrupulous brazen hussies accosted his innocent facial epidermis.
How cheeky!
Tracy seems to be involved in a lot of kissing pictures of late.
Hmmmm.... Perhaps she and Froggy need to have a talk?
::rolls eyes:: Oh, Justin! You are so right! Bad, *bad* Marcy and me! We ought to be...punished! Why...why...one would *think* we would *know* better! ::gasps:: ::feels shock to the extreme:: ::faints:: ::suddenly remembers a scene from 'The Hudsucker Proxy' and immediately recovers::
::laughs:: The next time I see Chris I'm going to ask him how his facial epidermis is faring against the attacks of all of the unscrupulous, brazen hussies out there.
Marcy! where are you???
Silly Tracy, I'm on Chris' right, putting a big smacker on his cheek! That's where I am!
Although if you mean where I have been *recently*, that would have to be decorating the bar chairs at some local, rather "undesirable" locations...
Kind of tough to get in when your're only... what, like 20 now? Something like that?
But when you know how to vamp it like I do, it's no sweat!
I think I've discovered a fatal error!
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Everyone, I have decided that I must make a general confession on this blog.
Yes, it may be graphic at times, it may even become violent, but this is something that I feel I must do.
Please do not try and stop me. I am but a poor sinner that wishes to make amends for the many grevious, villainous, obstreperous, perfidious, multifarious, sins I have committed throughout my most wicked life.
This could take a while, so please be patient.
Also, if I suddenly post a comment and strangely sound like I have no idea what this is about, or profess that "someone else" is posting for me, know that it is a lie.
Yes, I do indeed have a split personality.
That has been a thorn in my side for many years, ever since the "accident".
I have never told this to anyone before, except a Catholic Priest, and my imaginary friends that have kept me company all these years, but...
but...
but I digress. I don't want to skip ahead! I must start at the very beginning.
Oh yes, and don't believe ANYTHING else I say, unless it is personally embarrasing or has something to do with my multifarious offenses.
What a great word.
Multifarious.
By the way, I would like to preface my *con*fession with a *pro*fession.
Yes, a profession of love... for Mr. John Briody.
Ahhhhh.... teehee, teehee! I've always had the hots for retarded Irishmen with no humor or common sense! Tee hee!
Your witless statements and doddering comments make me thrill with each vulgar phrase!
Tee hee!
This can't go on much longer.
I can't keep staving off the inevitable.
But lo, the whiskey calls... and with each swig from the gallon jug, the memory of my dark past grows clearer... and clearer...
DAN!! You are terrible!!! How DARE you post as Marcy! I demand JUSTICE! I demand RETRIBUTION! I DEMAND THAT DAN'S HEAD BE TAKEN TO MARCY ON A SIVER PLATTER!!!!!!
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Nice picture guys.
Justin... You're so cheesey. But I suppose that's what comes from having a cheeseball for a father.
"People in masks cannot be trusted." - Fezzik
Will the real Marcy please stand up... please stand up.
Time for Marcy to get a proper net handle, screen name, blogger ID, whatever. I think.
Ah. Fascinating. More split personalities.
I love how Justin can apply Princess Bride quotes to any kind of situation. ;)
Marcy, Marcy Loo-Loo Head! Where are you, for *real*? (Okay, that did so sound like Dan. Dan. You should be ashamed of yourself.)
Why does everybody always blame me for *everything* around here?
You know, I'm not the only one that messes around on this blog.
And how do you know that wasn't Marcy for real? Maybe she got a Thesaurus for Christmas, or decided to read the dictionary or something. Maybe her other personality is just more verbose!
Did any of you stop to think about THAT?
Marcy with a thesaurus sounds like Dan?
Interesting.
::laughs knowingly::
Okay, Dan.
We'll believe you!
...just as soon as you deny it.
::grins brightly::
::The real Marcy stands up:: I'm right here, Tracy.
Danny boy, Danny boy, Danny boy...YOU SUCK! ;)
I can't believe you did this!
My computer wasn't working for a couple days and I come back to THIS?!?!
(I do think it's kinda funny
though.)
Anyway...I'm lovin' this pic, Tracy! (I think Chris loved it too. acutally, I know he did.) ::laughs::
Whatever, Beth..you're just jealous! Sorry, you already had your chance. j/k.
Awww..he got you a necklace? that is SO sweet! Tell me more!
::suddenly, the real Marcy's eyes glaze over::
Don't belive me, everyone! Remember what I said earlier? This is my cry for help!
My periods of lucidity are growing fewer and farther between...
This may be my last "real" post for awhile.
Although, I may 're-appear' later on, when I least expect myself...
Farewell, humans...
Farewell.
Farewell, The Real Marcy!
It was so nice of you to grace us with your presence, all too short as it was.
We eagerly await your return, when we may all once again bask in the warm glow of your words of wit and wisdom.
Ah, the heart pounds at your memory...
Mary, I can tell where you have been living. You sound so much like Papaw. ::laughs::
I didn't realize you liked my name so much, Danny boy.
Maybe you should just change your name to Marcy...Oh, wait, I think you already did. :P
Yeah, remember, you told on yourself at church.
What could I do. It was Church.
You know, maybe YOU should change your blogger ID so that it requires a password, so you wouldn't TEMPT certain clever people that just can't resist a good joke! :P
Hehe..I'm really not that worried about it.
I never even thought about it.
I think you're silly.
I managed to get through Christmas and the New Year without kissing anybody.
But I guess next Christmas will be different now that Marcy has the hots for me!
“Marcy” would be a nice name for Dan.
Especially on those days when he wears his skirt!!!
::laughs:: Oh my goodness...
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