10 years gone

Spencer and I are celebrating our ten year wedding anniversary today. A week ago I was writing down what it was like to live in a split faith home, I am sure there is a much more eloquent word for this but I don't yet know it.

The hardest part was in the beginning. This was in 2005 or 2006. Ask Spencer he remembers all the dates

I really wanted to marry a Mormon. I felt that most all problems would be avoided if I found a devoted member.  

I found my husband who is a return missionary who has a long, long history of being in the church. 

Done! everything was gonna be perfect!

When he left I was really angry because I felt like I had done my very best at getting a perfectly dedicated Mormon man. 

He was really angry all the time. He was frustrated with church history and just wasn't feeling anything when he read the Book of Mormon. 

The most difficult part was living in Utah and LDS culture was all around. 

I talked about divorce. Spencer said, "Don't throw this around until your bags are packed and you are walking out the door." So that was our motto basically, there wasn't a quitting option. At least not an option to use in passing or to change behavior. 

I knew I was suppose to be with him. So we tried to make it work.

From this I had to fall in love with my husband again. I had to look at him differently. I had to find all the kindness and good in him and not focus on what I wished I had.

Wishing for an imaginary man is boring and a lot of work. It was much easier to find the wonderful in the man I had.

I felt divine love for him. 

What I wanted most was respect, this is exactly what he was looking for too. 

We've been together ten years today and I am so happy that I have Spencer.

Also I don't know this post especially since I am trying to have a serious post. I will end with this story:

Sam is so frustrating to play with. We try to play trains with him and our train can't "toot" it must "peep" and it can't go here it must go there. Sam will get frustrated and yell how we need to properly play. After just ten frustrating minutes of trying to play Spencer leans over and whispers, "Worst dungeon master ever." 

The EVIL message of Frozen

You know what Frozen has a really EVIL message...

It's a SUPER DARK EVIL message come in the first part of the movie and as much at I try to erase it from my kids minds I cannot. It wrapped its tentacles around their brain and I don't think I will be able to erase the damage it has wrecked on them.

All you need to do is listen to the lyrics of "Love is an open door" and you will know my problem. I cannot get my kids to shut the door. This is Frozen's fault.
It's snowing here and cold. A lot of times when my kids leave the door open I am changing diapers or feeding Brigitta and can't close it. Other times I am on the couch and too lazy. 

Please don't let your loved ones see this movie unless you really do want to be Frozen.

Parks and Rec

Bellingham is great. People really care about getting outside and getting kids active too.
I know this for a fact because I lived by a park.
People were always going to this park. Even at night, in the pouring rain. Exercise was THAT important.
One car would pull up in the dark I would see their tail lights on as they sat there. I assume the kids must be getting out that last burst of energy before bedtime, though bedtime after 11:30 pm seems a bit too late for me.
The car would wait and always another car would show up too.
More people just wanting to get some midnight exercise.
After a short time both cars would leave. I wish I was this dedicated to fitness.

The park was full of art...
Mainly nudes,
...really just a lot of penises. A whole lot of penises.
All over the place.
Most of them were in the primitivism style Maybe to have this on a playground was to explore the potential of spem to one day be children and to play on a playground such as this. Perhaps the artists were were going for pop art style and wanted the phallus to represent the way we see and talk about gender. Way to be current park!

Sadly all good things need to come to an end and us living by the park also ended. We moved to another part of bellingham.

Farewell park in Bellingham.