Little Kicks

Tonight I felt the tiny little kicks of baby Davis #2. The reality of our growing family is starting to set in. I've been so busy these last several weeks with job applications and lab work that I haven't allowed myself much time to think about it. Tomorrow, we'll find out if we're having a boy or a girl!

Science sucks

I hate science! It sucks! Things never work out like they are supposed to. And in the off chance they do, they never repeat themselves. At least that's how it works for me. I have the touch of King Midas' forgotten twin brother, whose touch turned everything to dirt. I want to quit and get a job working construction, where I can show up, get my check, and go home to forget it all until the next day. I will never recommend that anyone be the first PhD student for a new faculty member because all you well do is spend the first three years testing protocols, trying to show proof of concept only to realize that you have no data and less than one year left to do an entire dissertation...oh yeah and still no proof of concept. #%?!

Prophetic Dress

Short ties are cool. The last thing I want to worry about as I eat my bowl of cinnamon toast crunch (yes I know this will give me diabetes) is my tie getting dunked in milk. My family made fun of me for my short ties and would often ask if I would wear them longer if the prophet told me to...like that would ever happen. On my wedding day all my buddies wore their ties short, as a joke but I still one upped them with a bow tie. As I was getting ready to move out east for school Lindsay said we should probably take some time to see her grandpa in the hospital. We stopped what we were doing and made the drive up. We arrived at the hospital only a few minutes before grandpa Schettler passed away. It's was a very sad day. Grandpa Schettler was well known and liked. His viewing was very well attended and was upbeat. An old military friend of Grandpa Schettler showed up and the atmosphere in the room changed, it was the prophet, Thomas Monson. He shook many hands including mine and read a letter to the family. Later that evening our paths crossed again and a man standing next to me said something like "isn't he a fine young man?" To which President Monson acknowledged and then the  man said something like "except his collar button is showing." Without missing a beat President Monson said "That's because your ties too short." Jaw dropped as he walked away. The unfathomable happens, the prophet just said my tie was too short. I will never live this one down.