Not a typo

The title of this blog is not a typo, at least not this time. Two and half years ago my mother made me an iphoto book with my engagement pictures it in, and accidentally missed spelled hapilly. So now, I do not live happily, I live hapilly. I've done it all achieved everything there is to achieve in a mormon girl's life. I got married, had a baby, and graduated from college. K, so thats not everything, but isn't a baby and a husband what every girl's camp dream was ever about. Mine weren't about that, according to my plans currently I would be taking the summer off after graduation before I started law school. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, an 18 year old version of myself in her first week of college met a RM. And now four years later I am a political scientist who takes care of a 15 month old boy full time. And this blog is devoted to my housewife thoughts...like the fact you always know its been a good day when you have been able to use 3 out of the 4 Cutco knives.

turning to the blog side

I decided the time has come to turn to the blog side. I read my sister in laws' blogs enough and comment enough that the time has come to start my own. I'm sure my husband will be dismayed, but it was inevitable. (He is the one that moved me next to and beneath them for two years. Those two years make up 9% of my life, and almost 100% of my married life, so its a good portion of influence. ) Plus his biggest complaint is that people should be following the prophet and writing in their journals, not blogging. And I do write in my journal, so I'm saved from the sin of blogging, right?