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I have this theory that proves true in most cases in my experience. This is mostly derived from my marriage experience as it is the most interdependant relationship I have ever been a part of. The theory is this: Only one of us can freak out at a time. Only in extreme cases can the two of us ever panic simultaneously (or in cases where we are not yet aware of the others state of panic). Thus we take turns being the strong one. I guess we take turns being the basket case too. My friend Joe mentioned a recent experience on his weblog that reminded me of this theory.

Often I worry about having enough money. It’s a family trait to worry and money is not an entirely novel subject of worry. What usually happens is:

1) I will worry out loud —-> Veeda will talk me down.

2) Veeda will worry out loud —-> I will talk her down.

3) I will worry out loud —-> Veeda will begin to worry —-> Veeda will begin to worry out loud —-> I worry about her —-> I find myself reciting all of the reasons that we will be okay or better than okay and how lucky we are —-> I talk her down —-> We both feel better and eat some ice cream.

There’s just not enough room for both of us to be a mess at the same time. Hopefully this will hold true for the long haul. I’m kind of counting on it.

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The thing I hate most about secret societies is being left out.

Well, I also hate the rock and roll mind control.

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It’s been many many months since I last left you a present on this site and I should be surprised if anyone ever reads it again after being left out in the cold for so long. I’m sorry I left the proverbial phone dangling by the cord as you waited on the other end to see what I had to say when I came back. I guess I proverbially got distracted with other things, perhaps I got sucked in by the old proverbial episode of VH1’s “Best Week Ever”… for about 8 months. Well, I have been busy. I got married, honeymooned, camped in Vegas for a month, 3 weeks in Thailand, moving into the new apartment, starting school, painting the new apartment, more school, a few BYU football games, more school, finals, flew to Virginia, went to historic Williamsburg, VA and historicJamestown, saw my family in New Jersey, ate a cheesesteak at White house subs, opened Christmas presents, ate chocolate, flew back to Utah, drove to Vegas, stole my mother’s furniture, drove back to Utah and started School again. Even with all of that going on we’ve managed to become pregnant. I’m still trying to catch that damn stork. Veeda keeps telling me there was no fowl play (that’s a pun) but I still can’t make any sense of her explanation. I guess my parents didn’t really do a good job of explaining that whole phenomenon to me growing up.

Anyhow, the point is this. A lot happens after you get married. Sometimes I forget how much, but the pictures below should give some indication.

PRE WEDDING:

NOW:

Keep checking back and I’ll keep you posted on my progress. Fact: I cannot now fit into anything but the shoes and socks I was wearing in the first picture. I’d also like to add that I have noticed how kind many of you have been in not mentioning the obvious girth.

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