I remember being in fifth grade and sitting in a circle with Mrs. Mills and my classmates. Mrs. Mills asked us to go around the circle and say what it was that each of us hated. I remember that on her turn, Mrs. Mills said that she hated being lied to. I remember thinking, Yeah. I hate that, too. I’m a pretty honest person. I mean, aside from the little lie I told in December, I generallly do my best to be honest with people. I mention this because several of you have commented at some point or another that you appreciate my honesty. I really do try to be honest, so I appreciate the compliment very much. But if you really want me to be honest, let me disclose that I edit the things that I write and the pictures I display on my blog just like anybody does. I want to say the things and show the pictures that you will like. That’s not to say that the things I write are not true, or the pictures not real–it’s just that there is a whole lot more that is also true that you have not seen on my blog. You don’t see, for example, the pictures where my hair is not done or I look fat, etc. Heck, just a little earlier I was filming Danin, trying to get her to say ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ on camera, and as I was doing it, I noticed that in the background you could see clothes all over the floor of my bathroom. See, that kind of stuff tends to not make it onto my blog. And a while ago, I had a really cute picture of one of the kids on the toilet, but I decided not to post the picture when I noticed you could see urine on the baseboard. Sick! Forget that picture! I know how we all are–clicking on all of the pictures on everybody’s blog to get a closer look at everything. We’re all the same. So anyway…credit should be given to those of you who really are honest on your blogs.
The truth is I really don’t have anything interesting to share right now, so I’m rambling. Some of your husbands might find the following a bit intersting, though: A couple months ago I agreed to attend a shooting class with Brian. It involved several hours of hand gun information at the beginning and then some actual target shooting at the end. Brian had arranged for me to use a gun that had been loaded with less gun powder–so as not to produce as strong a “kick” as guns normally do. Now, I haven’t shot a gun since I was probably 13 or so at girls’ camp, mind you, but I put 12 guys (and two girls) to shame that day. And even though I was very slow, I’m not sure Brian has ever been more proud of me (or more turned on) than he was that day. So on Friday night, we went shooting again as part of our date night. We were interested to see how I would do with guns that hadn’t been “downloaded” amd the answer was clear: awesome. Here is what my last 34 (of 46) shots looked like. 
Who would have known that I had a talent hiding under a bushel all along? Oh, and by the way–I am hereby officially declaring my blog a place to declare the correct lyrics to songs we have mis-sung for too long. Will you share with all of us what lyrics you learned, Rach? (You better believe I didn’t know the right ones either.) And Dad, did you ever find the correct lyrics you were looking for? For now, I will start us out: In that True Blue song by Madonna, the real words are not “your love makes me lighten up.” They are “your heart fits me like a glove.” And you are not allowed to say that you already knew that. 
