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My Husband The Doctor and The Polar Express

Friday, December 21, 2012

So my hubby came home an expert the other day. Weird how that can happen after one class. And this class was on depression. Given by the health services people on campus. "You have like 11 of the 12 symptoms" he said.

Thanks for telling me love. Its not like I've been telling you that I have it for oh um, years now.

How come it takes men so much longer to get stuff? Well maybe it's not the time it takes, but the fact that it has to be on THEIR time.

Whatever that health services person said, really made a difference because he has been so much more understanding of this silent illness.

Can I say one thing though? I've had to stop following a woman who uses depression as an excuse for everything. Its ridiculous. Gross.

Also, I get real bitter about rich people who post their purchases on Instagram and facebook. Especially when its right before Christmas and the cost of their one item is more than I've spent on all of my kids.

I'm off my soapbox or whatever the crap that saying is.

Gosh, I always want to have one subject for my blog but it's always way more. I cant help it.

David always has the funniest funniest theories as to what's wrong with him. Or me. I want to start a page entirely dedicated to Dr. David's solutions.  So he figured out that his sore throat is caused by the tissue in his throat rubbing back and forth together. It causes friction and makes it hurt. They get better. And I never remember to write them down. I will though.

Right now, him and his brothers and his dad are hiking 20 miles and floating down a river. Nbd. Oh wait.

We went on the Polar Express tonight with a couple of my faves. As we drove we reminisced on some of the best times. The time we almost got killed by Candycane, our yelling match in my dorm, the roommate that smelled, serviceenginesooon, etc. I have more memories with these people than I do with anyone. Love. They're gonna be so mad cause I'm posting a picture.

I want to always remember the joy of these days. It goes by so quickly. Jackson and Sadie have a couple more years of the happiness and joy and wonder before reality hits them.  The belief in Jackson's eyes when Picsag told him the red lights we passed on the train were there so elves could see. Sadies face against the fogged up window as she sang to herself, Addys surprise when Santa handed her a bell, being together! These are the times I want to remember. I loved the reaction from the kids of the time warp, and singing songs, and being so sweaty and snuggled in the tiny benches.

Mmmm. These are the thoughts I want to go to sleep with tonight.





The Sisterhood of the Pants

Thursday, December 13, 2012

I'm gonna post on the viral topic of pants. Pants you ask? Well if you're not Mormon you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. I actually don't either. Here is a link. And another.


A friend texted me and asked if I was wearing pants to church on sunday. My response? Should I? She then told me about this whole feminist movement happening on December 16th. Since this blog is titled "Her Five Cents". I'm gonna give it to you.

It's lame ladies. And gents. Well okay. That's the sum of my opinion. However, I completely understand and would like to validate any who feel the opposite of me. I do not, however, need to wear pants as an outward expression of my inner feminist.

I'd like to quote my husband after I told him about a comment on a blog I read about how a $300 pantsuit is much nicer than an jean skirt and flip flops and an ugly shirt. He said he totally agrees but that, "trying to affect change in the church is like trying to change the laws of the universe. It's like saying 'I don't like gravity.'... If He needs change in the church, he does it through his prophet."

The women who will be wearing pants to church on Sunday as a statement are going to be the women who aren't comfortable enough with themselves. Don't get me wrong, I've fought this battle a million times in some form or another (priesthood, men, men, men). But this is one I'm not gonna fight. I'm kind of over it. There are several things I'd like to bring it up to God someday and I will get the chance I'm sure.

In the Handbook of Church guidelines or whatever, it doesn't say what a woman should or shouldn't wear. In fact, there's a woman who comes to our congreation on a regular basis in pants. And guess what? No one cares. Not even a little.

What matters is what's in  the heart of the person wearing the stuff. God knows us so well and I'm gonna go ahead and tell you a little secret, He doesn't care what we/you/I wear. I know. Can you believe it? He just cares that we go.

But if you're gonna wear pants, make sure they're not white. It's after Labor Day.

Also, I wanna hear what you have to say! Tell me. 

My Husband Got A Medal

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

He always underestimates the importance of stuff. Whatever it is. This time it was a Medal of Honor.

They had a ceremony for him. His parents came. So did my dad and his sister's Hannah and Becky. Jared was there and so were our neighbors. I'm grateful for them all taking the time to come.

He applied for a scholarship from this association and for the application to be processed, he had to give it to his colonel. Well there's this part of the application where the colonel can nominate him for this cadet Medal of Honor award.

Well he got it. It includes a scholarship and the prestige of it all. He got it because he is amazing. In so many ways. Lol. Bragging much? A real Medal of Honor recepient flew in to give it to him. There are only 80 alive today. Most are given posthumously.

I'd really like to post a video of it. Jared? Mom? Dad? Can you help with that?

Only one cadet from each branch of the military gets it each year. They usually don't come to a school twice. They did however have a winner back in 2008 or so. Its a big deal though.

They gave him a real silver coin and I don't know where he hid it so I can't post a picture. But the guy in the book is the one who came to give him all the stuff. Awesome.

I think the best part was watching the cadets do their regular thing. They did the army creed and did some marchingish things.

So then we got to celebrate with dinner at the Olive Garden. Happiness.

I love my family and friends and I'm super thankful for all of them.

I'm also proud of my bad ace husband. He would be super embarrassed if he knew I was posting this. But it needs to be written down. So here it is.