No, no. You've made a mistake. This is not the blog you were looking for. Move along. Move along.

No, really. This is just a blog about an ordinary American family with overeducated, middle class parents struggling to keep financially afloat in Bush's America. I promise, there is absolutely nothing interesting here for you to read. Honest.

Ok, you need proof? Look, here's the people I write about:

The Writer (Matthew) - Husband, father, alum of Swarthmore (undergrad) and U. Wisconsin (gradx2), GIS software engineer, player of guitar and harmonica. I have climbed big rocks, hiked virgin forests, paddled Arctic rivers and oceans. I have lived in five different time zones in my life and did not eat anything with a face for 20 years. I still haven't eaten anything with feet since 1987.

The Reader (Nola) - My wife, my love, and my beshert. We met in the 1990's Morris dancing, an ancient English ritual dance performed with bells, sticks, handkerchiefs, and knickers (as we Americans call them to the amusement of our British friends). Ever since then, public humiliation has been the glue that has held our marriage together.

Fashion Girl (Hannah) - Our five-year old daughter. She is already reading books - more than I have time to read, to which I must confess my envy. She is extremely bright, energetic, and head strong. She can whine loudly in eighteen different languages. Her favorite color is Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. Her best friend is Kailea, Ruby, Navah, Fiona, and Ellie. So far, the occupation to which she most often aspires is emergency room doctor. She lives mostly in her mind.

Entropy Boy (Joseph) - Our two-year-old son. Joseph is constantly amazed at all the incredible things this new body of his can do such as jumping, climbing, hopping, running, stomping, tippy-toeing, skipping, spinning, opening, unwrapping, undressing, and squeezing. His vocabulary is diverse for his age, including such gems as "heterodontosaurus" and "ackshuly" (as in "ackshuly, I want grape, not apple"). He has a hormonally-driven interest in heavy contruction equipment, which we hope will redirect itself before puberty. When he grows up, he wants to make noises for a living. He lives mostly in his body.

Not quite the cast of American Idol, is it? So just move along. I'm sure there's something more interesting at Slate or Yahoo or even the RNC's website. Right?