My Mother Always Said..."Never wear underwear with a hole in it!"

That's right! After all, you never know when you could be in a car accident and the EMT would have to cut your pants off....there you would be wearing underwear with a hole in it. Totally. Humiliated.

Now as an adult, I have thought long and hard about this little goody and I have to say that I completely agree with my mother's logic. You just never know when something like that is going to happen and it's better to be safe than sorry.

Now, my dilemma is this: Two days ago I was washing a load of whites and when I went to throw the freshly bleached load into the dryer, I noticed that a pair of Dallin's navy blue skivvies had somehow gone through the load as well....they came out looking like this...

(I wasn't sure how he would feel in a few years about me posting a picture of his new tie dyed pink underwear for all the free-world to oogle over, so this visual aid will have to do.)

I know I could talk him into wearing them. Yes, at age 3, I could make pink tie dye underwear sound almost as cool as Lightning McQueen, but am I running the risk of:

1. Giving him a complex that he will have to deal with later in life.

2. Getting a comment from an EMT like..."Whoa this Mother has her poor son wearing pink tie dyed underwear!"

I just don't know....is "wearing pink tie dye" in the same category as "wearing underwear with a hole in it?"

What do you think?

Watch what you think...someone may be listening...

My freshman year at Utah State was such an eye opening experience for me. I remember those first few days walking through campus to get to my classes and noticing 2 things right off:

1. Everyone walked to classes with their heads held high, a little bounce in their step and perma-grin plastered all over their face (myself included!) Everyone made eye contact and said "Hi" as you passed each other in the halls or on campus. Eagerness permeated the air and you could just smell every one's desire for relationships as you walked to classes.

2. All the labels that were put on you from high school (whether you liked it or not) were suddenly removed. *Poof* That's right, I was no longer: the athletic (but not aggressive enough) girl, or the girl that hung out with the popular girls but wasn't exactly popular herself...girl. It was a new day, I was a new me....and I loved every minute of it.

Now, along with all this eagerness and bliss also came a fear that constricted my throat and made me sweat on days that it was 40 degrees. It was called "The fear of looking spiritually shallow to return missionaries of the opposite sex". This fear permeated my being especially on days that I had institute and Sunday's at church. I know now that this is silly, but it was all a part of growing up and learning to stretch myself. Because of this paranoia, you would NEVER have found me volunteering to read a scripture (because what if I didn't read it well?), I would NEVER have made a comment (what if it was lame?) and each Sunday I prayed (ironic, I know) that I wouldn't be asked to say the prayer in sacrament meeting.

I remember on our last Sunday of the year, we had a 2 hour testimony meeting instead of having the usually 3 hour block. After the last person bore their testimony and the counselor in the bishopric got up to close the meeting, I remember thinking "Wow, I made it my whole freshman year without being asked to pray in sacrament meeting once...."

It wasn't 2 seconds later that the member of the Bishopric said...."we'd like to close the meeting by singing on page ???? Oh! and lets see, I didn't ask anyone to say the closing prayer." At this point my heart started racing and I already knew I was in for it. He looked down at the congregation and over the pulpit singled me out from everybody. "Jen, would you mind giving the prayer?" I almost lay down on the bench and died right there. "Sure!" I replied with a huge grin...like it was all I ever wanted in life and it was no biggie. Needless to say I got through the experience and hundreds of others that followed but I also thought...

That was weird.

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