"I'm going to be authentic!" I thought, "I'll show those lollipop bloggers that I'm better than than them by being real!" The more I blogged, I realized that it was silly of me to get down on those blogs. Because first of all, I think that most of these people aren't faking, they really are better than me. And second, is it really so bad to try to make your life look so great? Why would anyone blog about all bad things? So I guess this blog has been my attempt to blog about my real life. The problem is that I have a hard time blogging about my real life without making a joke of it. Because I know that mainly people read so that they can get a good laugh. And if I don't laugh at life's little failures and inconsequential and disappointments, I'll never be able to get through the real failures and disappointments.
So if I haven't made it clear, I don't think life is a joke. I think life is hard. Really hard. But it's also good. Really good. Maybe too good to blog about on the Internet so everyone can read. And I married someone good. And I'm afraid that if I tell you how great he really is, my words will by cheapened by all the other people who want to go on and on and on about how great their spouse is but don't mean it or don't know what a great husband is the way I do.
Instead I'll do what I usually do, and remember my wedding day. It was great. Our reception was outside and there was this two foot wide rectangular fish pond that went around the garden. When we went to one corner of the fish pond to cut the cake, my brand new father-in-law tried to straddle the pond to get a good shot of the cake cutting. You can guess, what happened. He slipped and totally fell into the pond. Really hurt his back. Totally ruined his tux. Didn't get a good shot of the cake. It was awesome.