Ok everybody, don't pass out!

It's true. I’ve decided to lift my self-imposed blog ban. In case you haven’t heard my philosophy, let me explain. You see, blogging often seems to be just a big contest. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen them. “My family is so fabulous. I have the most attentive, perfect husband, the cutest kids and the most darling wreath on the door. I just couldn’t be happier!”

Blech!

Long before anyone began blogging, this sort of nonsense was saved up for once a year when the Christmas letter was the primary mode of boasting about our wonderfulness. I admit I penned a few of those letters during our early years before reality set in. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t feel good about ourselves—just maybe not embellish SO much that the in-laws are obliged to say: “Well look at that. Their marriage just might work out after all.” Ya know what I mean? Whether you do or you don’t, let me apologize right here and now. Reading some of our past Christmas letters even make me want to throw up. There. I said it. Let’s move on.

In this spirit, this blog is devoted to all things non-precious, like when Lady May blurted out in public, “Mom, what does kiss my @$$ mean?” Or maybe the time I accidentally told Sir William that I had a back up just in case he didn’t make it to the Celestial Kingdom. (I mean it! Seriously gonna be sealed to Captain Moroni—but only as a back up). Or how I disagree with Oprah and all of LDS America, because I think “The Secret” is against The Plan of Salvation (except for how it worked at Disneyland when I visualized both my kids being chosen for the Jedi Training Academy). While I cannot promise there won’t be an occasional sweet story about the chickadees, I do pledge to snap out of it quickly. A healthy dose of our reality, rather than an overdose of our healthy ego—that’s the objective here.

Well, that’s partially the objective anyway. (See there, only two paragraphs in and I’ve already been less than truthful! What is with these things anyway??) There are actually two objectives. A few weeks back, I stumbled across a blog that had a profound affect on my decision to leap into the blogosphere. It was a reminder that life is fragile. The author of the blog was in a tragic accident and her dialogues have become a remarkable gift to her family. Reading them make me laugh and cry (and envy her a little). Most of all, they inspire me to become better at documenting our milestones and mayhem. Like this lovely woman, I want to leave my children with glimpses of who I was if anything ever happened to me--back up eternal companion and all!