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Remember awhile ago when I, mockingly, said I was going to start a magazine?

Well, I'm a dork, and I really did.



(I know that Alison was supposed to be on the first cover, but I didn't want to make it look like I was TOTALLY favoring my friends....for now.....sort of.  Even though I kind of did anyway.  But not TOTALLY.)

My sister, Michelle, is my magazine Co-Editor-in-Cheif-and-All-Things-That-Rock (which is a real title  - I looked it up...ok, no I didn't.).  And Barbaloot is writing a piece every month because I only know how to write about wiping noses and butts and let's face it, we need a different perspective on life represented.

Also there is a section called "Potty Talk" and this month is Shelle's absolute FUNNIEST bathroom story ever told.  (Even Husband was laughing while he proofread this, and he never laughs at things I usually think are funny, which just proves it's hilariousness.)

But mostly there's some really great blogs that we found and want to share.  Because that's basically the point of the whole magazine.

So go and read it, because otherwise I'll feel like a huge loser if you don't, and that's what's really important.

Comments

Kristina P. said…
This is so cool!

I will be awaiting your email telling me I am the featured blog every month.
Anonymous said…
I think it might me the coolest magazine out there!!
Barbaloot said…
Okay-I wrote you an email about everything I thought, but really, it's great.

I now know what my next sporadic post will be about:)
I think might boycott because I'm not on the cover. (How else am I ever going to be a cover model?). But probably I won't.
claire said…
congratulations! i just happened across your blog and I am so impressed! this is great!
Rachel Sue said…
This is so awesome! How do you do all of these things? And is there a hard copy that I can get my hands on? Anyway, I love, love, love it.
Heidi said…
I loved it! If it were possible for me to blush from the nice things you said about me, I would.

But I don't blush.
annie valentine said…
I'm actually speechless. Amazing, amazing amazing! The photos and recipes? Had my mouth watering. I subscribed (I think).
Totally leafed through it a few minutes ago. Gonna make the pom-pom beanie. Clicked through and browsed some shoes.

It's so gorgeous. Good job!
Brooke said…
Melissa you are one talented chica! I already knew that, but the list just keeps going.....could you slow down a bit and share a little talent with me? Actually, forget talent, it would just be great to hang out with you, I am missing you friend! Keep up the good work, I subscribed.
Claire said…
This all looks fantastic. I'm torn between being in awe of you and disliking you. You make me feel inadequate. You make me feel I should be doing more. But then again, I'm ok with my laziness. I think it's what makes me, me. haha!

you'reamazingandidon'treallydislikeyou. Onlyalittlebitsometimes. ;)

I'll get on those questions for ya ;)

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