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  Name: Barbara Ann Johnson
Nickname: Ma...yeah, you know, in that hickish Dr. Quinn kinda way :)
Relation: Mother
Date of Birth: 3/28/60
Weapon of choice: Lungs of Thunder

Name: Jesse Bruce Johnson
Nickname: Doc (I'll explain if you ask me)
Relation: Father
Date of Birth: 8/12/60
Weapon of choice: Shotgun

__________ <--Boo, it's me :)

Name: Julian Bernd Haase
Nickname: The Last Gunslinger
Relation: I'm me, obviously :)
Date of Birth: 12/01/80
Weapon of choice: A pair of six shooters or a lightsaber, it depends on the situation.

Name: Joey Johnson
Nickname: Jimbo
Relation: Brother
Date of Birth: 1/08/87
Weapon of Choice: Riding lawnmower

Name: Morgaine Johnson
Nickname: Junebug
Relation: Sister
Date of Birth: 8/15/89
Weapon of Choice: Ear splitting sonic shriek.

_________ <-- Puppydog! :)

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the soothing, gentle rain.
When you awake in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

See, now, I'm coming home from Carolina for Spring Break, and as we pull into the yard, I see a horse running around. Now, I knew we were getting a horse, but I didn't know that we already had it. Needless to say I was surprised. I guess that makes me a cowboy now, eh? Anyways, her name is Autumn, and at her present rate, there'll be no need of mowing the yard this summer :)

______ <--Felix

This cat is ancient! He has to be well over 10 years old, I wouldn't be surprised if he was over 15. And he behaves more like a dog than a cat. He'll walk behind you and follow you wherever you go, and all he wants is to be petted. And he's tough too. He's come home before with chunks of his neck missing, and after a week or so he's as good as new. He's ticklish too, he can't stand it if you tickle his feet :)

Another of the ancient ones, he may be even older than Felix. He's half blind and half senile too I think. :) Whenever I wear something he's not seen before, he won't recognize me and tries to kill me. :) Silly dog. :)

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the soothing, gentle rain.
When you awake in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

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