Toofless!

In honor of Christian getting his eagle, I'll post different pictures every day of him. Fun times!!
Invitation done by Lori.

El Cheapo

This is a boy ask girl dance. Here are the ways that Tyler and Christian asked their dates. (sidenote...this is Ty's first date dance...and yes I can't believe that he's 16 either) If you can't guess...everything about this date is supposed to be inexpensive. It is tomorrow, Fri. Jan. 14.

TYLER:

asked Makayla A. couple weeks ago

Pencil .01

Paper .10

Going to El Cheapo with me

Priceless

And here is her answer below:

This note was tucked inside with all the money. I thought that was a cute way to answer.

CHRISTIAN:

asked: Jessica

(through a TEXT!?!!)

They were standing in line together, he right in front of her and he just texted her that. Just a few days ago.

She said yes right away but wanted to answer him in a cute way...here is her answer.

On some of the cheeses were letters answering him. He had to try and unscramble them to make sense.

Fun times....hopefully I'll have more dance pictures to update this post.

Do you suffer from the grapefruit syndrome?

When we were first married I read this article in my very first talk in sacrament meeting (about marriage) and tried to get through the whole story without crying. Blog Copying ALERT...I'm copying this from my good friend's blog, it's always good to have a nice reminder, or make a new year's resolution to not be so critical of each other. Think positive! (Bald is sexy!)

The Grapefruit Syndrome

My husband and I had been married about two years—just long enough for me to realize that he was a normal man rather than a knight on a white charger—when I read a magazine article recommending that married couples schedule regular talks to discuss, truthfully and candidly, the habits or mannerisms they find annoying in each other. The theory was that if the partners knew of such annoyances, they could correct them before resentful feelings developed.

It made sense to me. I talked with my husband about the idea. After some hesitation, he agreed to give it a try.

As I recall, we were to name five things we found annoying, and I started off. After more than fifty years, I remember only my first complaint: grapefruit. I told him that I didn’t like the way he ate grapefruit. He peeled it and ate it like an orange! Nobody else I knew ate grapefruit like that. Could a girl be expected to spend a lifetime, and even eternity, watching her husband eat grapefruit like an orange? Although I have forgotten them, I’m sure the rest of my complaints were similar.

After I finished, it was his turn to tell the things he disliked about me. Though it has been more than half a century, I still carry a mental image of my husband’s handsome young face as he gathered his brows together in a thoughtful, puzzled frown and then looked at me with his large blue-gray eyes and said, “Well, to tell the truth, I can’t think of anything I don’t like about you, Honey.”

Gasp.

I quickly turned my back, because I didn’t know how to explain the tears that had filled my eyes and were running down my face. I had found fault with him over such trivial things as the way he ate grapefruit, while he hadn’t even noticed any of my peculiar and no doubt annoying ways.

I wish I could say that this experience completely cured me of fault finding. It didn’t. But it did make me aware early in my marriage that husbands and wives need to keep in perspective, and usually ignore, the small differences in their habits and personalities. Whenever I hear of married couples being incompatible, I always wonder if they are suffering from what I now call the Grapefruit Syndrome.