Here we go!

So Alyssa got me thinking...this really is a good way to record our life. As it is I haven't really been good about doing that. I also love posting Meagan's and Candace's cute little photography creations so this seems like the best way to do it.

Now for a little background. I've shied away from creating a blog for two reasons. 1) I'm afraid it will take too much time. These three little sweet, angel, munchkins are quite demanding. I hardly have time to fold the laundry. Not that I like to do that, I'm just saying. And 2) I've let Justin influence my opinion about blogs. He hates the word "blog". It reminds him of "blatting" (it's funnier if you say it with a San Antonio Hispanic accent). For those who don't know what blatting is, let me enlighten you...

The roommates we had when we met were telling him about this time when they were bored the previous semester. Like most good mormon singles, they came up with creative (and usually stupid) "activities" when they lacked a more productive outlet. This occasion was one of those. We lived on the corner of a rather busy (...well for Provo) intersection. They procured some personal size pies. You know, the ones in the plasticy, paperish small bags that come in blueberry, apple and cherry. They're quite nasty. Which is probably why they did what they did. Anyways, they took these sweet little morsels and laid them out on the street. When cars drove by they would run them over and squish the contents into an unrecognizable mass of filling, crust, and road fodder. Then, before another car drove by, they would run out into the street, grab the pie and eat it.

Now I don't know if the pies were still in their packaging or not, or if they would race to eat it out in the street before another car could drive by or take it to the side of the road to devour their road kill creations. It matters not. And on this particular occasion a cop happened to witness this.

Provo cops are a special entity. The city is so low on their crime rate per capita that they don't need many cops. The ones they do have are so bored they do things like in the movie "Single's Ward" and try to nab laundry basket thieves. (On a side note, my laundry basket was actually stolen in Rexburg,ID. Who does that? It's a real problem amongst university students, apparently)

So this cop decided to put his traffic-light-color-change-watching on hold and put a stop to this. I'm sure all he saw were people running into a busy street and running back. They didn't see him approaching so when he asked what in the world they were doing their faces were smeared with filling and their mouths were too full of smushed pie and gravel to give him a definitive answer. And that, my friends, is blatting.

Stupidest...thing...ever! I'm so glad I was not apart of that.

So, to sum up, I will demonstrate our blog logic graphically.
















So there you have it. I've already succumbed to Facebook. This was the next logical step down the path of modern technology. Man, I'm so behind! Next thing you know I'll be downloading apps on my iphone, texting while driving and tweeting endlessly about the awesome sandwich I just ate and how I need to work out twice a day (everybody knows it, you gotta do the best you can).