It's always all about me, right? I thought so.
I don't know, what do you want to know? Maybe I should interview myself. Would that be weird? Probably, yes, but I'm going to do it anyway.
Me: So, PeyPey, what would like to tell us about yourself?
Me: Um, isn't it your job to come up with the detailed questions? I thought that was the whole point of this "interview" thing.
Me: Oh yeah, okay, sorry about that. Hmmm...let me think about this.
Me: You're worthless.
Me: Ouch, that hurts. Okay, how about this - what color is your hair?
Me: Really? Really? That's the best you can do? Let's switch places. I bet I can do this better than you.
Me: Okay, fine. You always have to get your way, don't you?
Me: Yeah, now let's switch.
Me: Oh this feels much better. It's always better to be in charge yourself. Okay, first question - PeyPey, what's your favorite thing about blogging?
Me: (Pouting) I'm not telling.
Me: Oh for heaven's sake. You are ridiculous. I'll just do this whole thing myself. You're fired.
Me: So basically, I'm a southern gal who's very sweet and who your mama would love, but who also enjoys my fair share of trouble-making. I love to cook (and eat), drink wine, hang out with my girlfriends, smooch my boyfriend, Mark, and go shopping with my little sister. I have a pretty crazy mom and even crazier dad. My older brother is my role model and my younger brother gets on my nerves so unbelievably much. I am a member of my local Junior League chapter; I write for several local publications; I'm an 8 to 5er but I'm not going to tell what I do because then you'd hate me (one word hint: taxes); did I mention yet that I love wine? I love wine. I love throwing parties. I love reading. Ugh. This is getting boring. Can I just end it here and add more stuff as I think about it?
Me: Wait! Wait! You didn't mention that you're a brunette!
Me: Idiot. They're about to see pictures. Pipe down.
Me and the people who I frequently talk about on this blog:
This is me. I'm cool and I know it.
This is Mark. I smooch his face. I smooch his face ALLLLLLLL day long.
This is me mad at mark.
These are happier times:
This is my awesome little sister, Vicky Marie. But we call her Molly. Kinda scary, isn't she?
But Holy Lord. Look at this cute bundle of smooshie gooshie baby love:
Oh, and here we are eating pancakes with the Jonas Brothers:
Ugh. And here's this guy. Please, I beg you, PLEASE DO NOT ask him about Atlanta Brave's baseball. You will lose 50 years of your life. I've calculated it. One guy actually died. A quote from Alex (my little bro) while standing next to him at the 2010 season opener for the Braves: "They can't script this in Hollywood." Seriously, don't ask him about baseball.
Okay, okay, he may equal Molly in his cute bundle of smooshie gooshie baby loveness but that is completely overshadowed by the fact that he smelled like nothing but pancake syrup for the first five years of his life. You ask how this can be a bad thing, but just trust me, people, it can. Oh how it can.
Oh and here's my awesome older brother, Brad and his awesome wife Sally:
Sally fits right in. Case in point:
She loves him (and I love her. And I love him. And I love that she loves him who loves her who I love that he loves.)
This right here. This, people is my mother. She lives on a different planet than the rest of us. We look nothing alike, do we? Maybe I'm the milkman's baby. Wait. It doesn't work like that, does it? And someday soon mom, let's you and me sit down and discuss this unfortunate purple eyeshadow incident, okay?
Sorry for the poor quality of this picture, but well, I don't have very many pics of my dad. So this is my dad. Ricky. He's awesome. And crazy. And I am definitely his daughter, which makes me crazy awesome by default.
These are my absolute best friends ever. Ever ever ever. I would be lost without them. And my life would be a lot less hilarious. Barbara, Catherine, Jeannie, Kristin, Joanna, and Lori:
Here is another quite amazing group of ladies I call friends. We get together once a month, bake bread, and drink insane amounts of wine. Lindsey, Erin, Sara, Jeannie, Chandler, Erin, Leah and not pictured, Rachel, and Michelle.
Here's my best friend of 20 years, Jeannie, aka Jean, aka Jeans, aka Juicy, aka Juicy Nicole, aka Panqua (don't ask):
Here's a picture of my dirty foot:
Okay, I think I'll end it there. You've had enough, haven't you? I thought so.