June 23, 2010


I recently took a trip for work to Phoenix, AZ. In an attempt to save my company some money I opted to fly Southwest. As many of you know, you are not assigned a seat on Southwest. Seats are first come first serve. So, everybody has their own strategy to get the seats they want.
My strategy is to act disgusting and obnoxious before boarding the flight – altering everybody else’s strategy to “I don’t care where I sit as long as it’s not by that guy”.
As I was walking around blowing snot rockets, smelling my armpit while wincing, and generally trying to be as disgusting as possible – I notice a group of five homosexual men. Yes, I judged them and assumed they were gay. Was it right of me? Probably not. But sometimes tight fitting clothes, makeup, and talking with lots of body and hand movements sends a certain signal. Anyway, I didn’t think much of it except every time I looked in their direction they would be staring at me. When we’d make eye contact they wouldn’t look away, they just kept staring. This quickly made me lose focus on being disgusting. I found myself trying to casually hide outside of their line of vision. When I would peek my head around the object obstructing their line of vision I’d find them still staring at me!
I figured they somehow knew that I was LDS and had a personal vendetta against me thanks to what happened in California. I was outnumbered and didn’t know what to do. I began praying that we would quickly board the flight and I wouldn’t have to sit by them. Then I thought, maybe they don’t think I’m LDS because I’m flying on Sunday – and a good Mormon wouldn’t fly on Sunday, right? Maybe, I thought, they don’t know I’m LDS….maybe they just find my outfit atrocious. Or, maybe when I glanced at them initially they thought I was staring at them! Maybe they’re thinking the same thing I am – why is he staring at us?!?
Well, this changed my strategy from trying to be the guy nobody wants to sit by to “I don’t care where I sit as long as it’s not by those guys” (I should note that personally I would have no problem sitting next to a gay person on a plane, my feelings would have been the same if they were a group of terrorists………wait, bad analogy – I would have felt the same if they were a group of Boy Scouts).
When I booked my ticket I thought I booked it with Southwest’s “Business Select” feature that allows you priority boarding. I soon realized I neglected to do so and would be one of the last passengers to board. Once on the plane I began walking towards the back where the open seats were. There were two seats together that were open. With a sigh of relief I sat down knowing I wouldn't be sitting by "those guys". Soon enough I noticed a couple with a look of disappointment that they weren’t going to be able to sit together – only single seats were left. So I grudgingly offered them my seat so they could sit together (they happened to be an LDS couple from Cali). By that point every seat on the plane had been taken…..except for one. The one seat open was on the very back row next to the guys I was trying to avoid.
I took my seat and was immediately entrenched in conversation with the guys sitting next to me. They were very nice - and odd enough, 4 of the 5 were LDS. They were in Chicago for the weekend bar hopping in Boystown. I knew it! So, the whole LDS thing wasn’t practiced – but they spoke highly of the church.
Luckily these guys were quite flamboyant, because anybody who knows me knows that I like my drinks cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming! It made for a more entertaining flight. I soon learned that a lot of that hand talking I noticed them doing in the airport was real life hand talking...they all knew sign language and kept signing to each other while we were talking. I have a hard time carrying on one conversation, let alone two.
The gentleman sitting next to me was very touchy-feely. He was constantly brushing the back of my arm. I didn’t think too much of it, although it kept happening in more frequent intervals. Halfway through our flight I mentioned that I had a beautiful wife and baby at home. The two guys to my left both gasped, one bringing his hand to his mouth in a very non-yawning way. They went silent, signed to each other, and then informed me that they thought I was gay. I smiled and nodded…..then I realized what he just said – what the what?!? I had a brief awkward moment not knowing how to respond. I didn’t want to offend them by responding in a WTF way, but I didn’t want to lead them on that I was an “in-the-closet” gay.
So, I faked a seizure.
Okay, maybe I didn’t…..I just chuckled a fake chuckle and our conversation died. I opened my book and pretended to read while they put in their ear phones. There was no more touchy-feely gay guy next to me. I spent the remainder of my flight alone.
Once we landed we had some light conversation and bid adieu. Several weeks have passed and I still don’t know what to think about that experience. I’ve never had a gay man flirt with me. Had an attractive women flirted with me I could have bragged to my wife about it – making sure she realizes how lucky she is *sarcasm*! But I’m not sure bragging about a gay man hitting on me has the same effect.
What about me made them think I was gay? Is it the way I dress? The way I talk? Do I talk with my hands too much? If you know please tell me!
Now I want to say that people thinking I’m gay doesn’t bother me, because it shouldn’t. The way I live my life shouldn’t be influenced by what others might think of me. And even if somebody does think I’m gay, so what? What’s the difference if they think I’m straight? We’re all humans, we’re all God’s children, and we’re all different in our own ways.
But this experience has left me with a slight homo-complex. I went shopping with Megan last weekend (I know what you’re thinking – Brady spent his weekend shopping, yep he’s gay…..I promise you that’s not the case, I just…..eeehhhh….needed some work clothes, you know – the non gay kind). While browsing, If I saw a clothing item I liked I’d step back and think, wait….will this make me look gay? I couldn’t bring myself to step into Banana Republic or J. Crew. I felt everything I looked at would just make me look gay. Suffice to say I will never be able to buy new clothes again; I will just go on looking gay with my current wardrobe.

June 18, 2010

9 months

Reese had her 9-month (almost 10) check-up this week. It was quite the adventure! Her appointment was at 3:45 PM. The weather was fine for most the day, but they were predicting heavy rain to start between 3-4. Niiiice. Normally we take the train to her doctor's appointments, but I didn't really feel like walking to/from the train station in the rain and both of us getting soaked. So, I put Reese in the Baby Bjorn, packed an umbrella, and we hopped on the bus. I wasn't sure how she'd do, but she LOVED it. The bus got pretty crowded as we got to Grant & Millennium Park, but that meant there were even more people to look at and smile at! It wasn't as crowded on the way home, but Reese decided that our fellow passengers needed some serenading and did her happy scream for part of the way home. Oh, and it started pouring about 2 blocks before our stop. Good thing I brought that umbrella!

Here are her 9 1/2 month stats:
Weight: 15 lbs 8 oz (0-5 percentile)
Height: 28 inches (50 percentile)

Our doctor said she's small, but he's not concerned because she is growing steadily and meeting her milestones.

This is one of her current favorite "toys"

One of her 2 pairs of sunglasses. It's not obvious in this picture, but she won't wear them for more than 5 seconds. She'd rather squint into the sun.

We've been enjoying the warm weather (when it's not raining!) and going to the pool a lot. Reese loves the water. She is starting to get a little more cuddly and is learning how to give "loves" which Brady and I have been enjoying. Basically, she pushes her head into you, says "oooohhhh" and loves you. She has also started to love the pictures in her book and her stuffed animals. I can't believe how fast she is at crawling around and pulling herself up on things. Last week she started walking along the couch and sometimes she'll let go of what she's holding on to and stand by herself for a few seconds.

June 14, 2010

Looking Out

This is what today looks like.

It's a weird feeling to look out your windows (in mid-June) and see nothing but white.

I'm craving some summer-time weather.
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June 1, 2010

9 months

Now that I'm 9 months old (ok, it's more like 9 1/2, mom is just behind), here's what I've been up to:

-Crawling like a crazy woman! I am getting very fast.
-Standing up on anything and everything. Sometimes I try to stand by myself...not usually very successful.
-I love watching kids (especially older kids) play. I had fun in Utah playing with my cousins Sophia & Jazmin. Hopefully next time, Jazmin will like me more!
-Dogs are fun. Especially little dogs that bark a lot. I like to laugh at them!
-Pulling books off the book shelf. Not just my books, but Mom's and Dad's too.
-I love to eat. I'm not a big fan of the boring baby food, I'd much rather feed myself. My favorites are black beans, bananas, avocados, and whatever it is that you're eating, I want some.
-Sometimes I'll wave at you if I'm feeling it. If not, I'll just look at you like you're crazy.
-Learning how to dance. Give me something with a beat and I'll move (a little)!
-Exploring the outdoors. I love to try to eat sticks, leaves, and dirt. I also try to crawl after birds if I see them.
-Finding cords (computer, vacuum, cell phone chargers, blow dryers) is a hobby of mine.
-I can say "uh oh," "dada," and "mama." I think I kind of understand what "uh oh" means. I say it when I throw things on the floor.
-Had my first fever. I was hot and my temperature was 103. Thankfully that was my only symptom and it only lasted about 2 days. I was still happy, it just slowed me down a little. I actually cuddled with Mom and Dad.

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