For Real. Really.
Why is it that the things that claim to be "real" aren't? Real housewives, real fruit flavor, real bacon bits... really? Even though the shows are entertaining,
in a watching a train wreck kind of way, and I do enjoy a fruity flavor or crunchy porky goodness from time to time, I am learning to embrace real, um...real.
If you are hoping to read about a perfect mom, perfect christian or perfect family, this is not the blog for you. But if you can appreciate the comedy of chaos that is life in this family of 5, I welcome you with open, sort of flabby arms.