
Hi! My name is Jordan Woodson. I am currently, both hopefully not for much longer, residing in the small town of Stigler, Oklahoma. At this point, I am a junior at Stigler High School and I am taking concurrent enrollment at both Connors State College and Oklahoma State University, but all of that is discussed in the College Life page. I play basketball and other things, which is all discussed in the Fun Stuff page. Now, enough about me. Let's move on to my very dysfunctional family. By the way, this is kind of long, so sit back and enjoy!

Ah yes, the family where everybody has absolutely nothing in common! I guess I will start with my parents.
It all happened some 3000 years, give or take a few thousand years, ago. A shiny-headed pinochio guy who called himself Stephen Woodson, walked into the place where a 3 foot firecracker named Desiree Christy was working. Somehow she saw something in him and they went out on a date, then another one, then probably a few more, then they got married. Then about 2950 years later, they decided to move to the small village of Stigler. Since he was a doctor and she was a nurse, they started a doctor's office up there. After changing there sign from "Welcome to Shiny and Tiny's Office" to "Welcome to Doctor Woodson's Office" they began attracting customers. After a while, they had kids, which is who we will now move on to, starting with the first one, Stephen Wyndam Woodson Jr.

The very first Woodson boy. Stephen (the one on the left, obviously) was born on November 4th, 1980 or 81 (I never really keep track). Poor guy got my mom's heigth and my dad's hair. Since Stephen was so small, he really couldn't do much except play a saxophone (woopie doo). Luckily for him though, a karate program was started in Stigler and he quickly rose to the ranks of a black belt. Now imagine if Jet Li was as tall as Danny Divito but had the hair of Vin Diesil. Okay, you have that image in your head? Well then you have a good idea as to what Stephen looks like. Luckily for Stephen though, he actually got himself a girlfriend who was his heigth by the name of Tabitha. After dating forever and constant bugging by Tabitha (or Tubitha, as I like to call her), Stephen finally proposed to her. She must have been high or something, because she said yes. They are scheduled to be married in December. They are both currently attending college at OSU.

Directly after they had little steve, the decided to have yet another kid. So 9 months later, out popped the wild screaming baby that was supposed to be a girl Cameron. Ever since he was a kid, Cameron has been good at two things, basketball and everything illegal. He played basketball all of his life but quit high school basketball his senior year. Don't ask why, it's just his thing. He still plays basketball, though he can't stand that he's not as good as me (I swear, I'm not egocentric). After hacking for years, doing other illegal things, and becoming some big black guy named Bubba's best friend, he's finally getting things back on track. Cameron is 21 and will be taking courses as OSU (Great college) starting this Summer. It will be wierd considering he is transfering from OU (Bad college, Sorry Ms. Thompson).

Oh man, here we go. After trying 3 times unsuccessfully to have a girl, my parents decided to adopt a girl. The Single Biggest Mistake Ever! When little Taylor (The devil looking thing in the picture) was a baby, we loved her to death, once again, when she was a baby. But the instant she learned to talk, everything went WAY down hill. By the way, sorry mom and dad for berating Taylor like this, but it had to be done. She always was a smart one, flunking addition and subtraction. But thanks to Cameron and I helping her and her freakish heigth, she quickly picked up basketball. Since that was all she ever worked at (notice nothing about school) she became good for her age (notice the age part). I plan on adding a poll on this website to see when you, the wonderful viewers, think she will get kicked out of the house (I say in 9th grade). That's about all I have to say, well can say without getting in trouble with the law.