(This is Glen, the big boss-man CEO weighing in. As the resident bloggist, I'm humbled...)

So you may have noticed and different tone to our blog recent entries. Our latest edition of the blog curator, Sam, has been willing to share his Crookified rants with the masses. Sam is a good egg, long-time friend, and master level "grammalogist". [Editor's note: The period goes inside the quotation marks, Glen.] With an extensive musical background as an established critic, founder of our local Portland Music Foundation, and member of the local bluegrass band the "Grassholes", [ahem...] Sam has certainly got a little funk to him.

Is Sam "Crooked?" ... we are still working on that.

Crooked means different things to different people. To me "Crooked" signifies "Different" ... unique or distinct. When I was a kid, school was a challenge. You can ask any of my grade school or high school Facebook buddies ... I was certainly scholastically challenged. It's not that I was stupid or didn't make an effort, I just didn't learn like other kids. Back then there was no "No Child Left Behind" act. An 80% success rate was satisfactory. Unfortunately, I was in the 20% range. That is, except for Art class.

Years later I managed to stumble into a South Florida Art School and found my niche, alongside many other so-called degenerates that have no clue about Hooke's Law and Elastic Potential Energy. This is where I discovered that you don't have to be like everyone else. That everyone is special, unique, and talented in their own way. This is what Kids Crooked House is all about. Straight walls? Forget it! A twisted roof ... totally!

Why be like everyone else? What fun is that? Granted, most people that know me well can confirm I am a total kid at heart. I live in my own twisted crooked wonderland and my inner office pranks are second to none. I'm betting there are more of you out there...

Sam recently said, "Dude, you gotta change your FB profile pic. You're representing KCH in your posts and should fit the part. You don't wanna come across as a tattooed biker freak."

Personally, I say, "Let your freak flag fly. Be who you want to be!"

Do you wear glasses? Can't play basketball? Not a good reader? Don't feel like wearing a collared shirt and tie? Ladies at the PTA think your brownies taste weird? You're crooked. And if your kid wore diapers till he was five or if she refuses to wear matching socks, they're crooked, too. Everyone's crooked.

It's ok to be different and our differences should be celebrated. Life would be incredibly boring if no one was crooked and everyone was straight and narrow.