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Mork from Ork lied to us all and I’m suing.
By Erin A. McBride and Juli Hiatt Caldwell, children of the 80’s

This column is lovingly dedicated to all the single parents out there reading this.

Nanoo-Nanoo!

TV has lied to me again, and in more ways than one.  As a child I was led to believe that on the planet Ork, babies were hatched out of giant shells and started out bigger than their parents.  They were sweet and lovable, worshipped you, and compliantly did as they were asked. Eventually they shrank and apparently became hairy like Robin Williams, and preferred to wear green baseball jerseys with khakis and rainbow suspenders (we think the suspenders were for helping out with that whole inverted meditation thing, head on the couch, legs folded mid-air.) 

Eventually, as they aged, they got smaller and smaller, while they gained more and more wisdom.  We’re pretty sure that guy Mork reported to was so old and wise he had shrunk down to nothing but a voice box.  However, I’m here to tell you this is completely, totally impossible. No civilization ever could have survived if the children were bigger than their parents. The only leverage parents really have over their children is size. And trust me, size matters.

How do I know this?  Because I've been "house-sitting" for my parents this past week. The house comes complete with two dogs and two teenage children. To be perfectly honest, an experience like this is enough for my tubes to tie themselves. I've determined that the only reason parenting works is because the parents start out bigger. Size and the ability to forcibly train and brainwash children makes a huge difference.  Because let me tell you, right now I have nothing on these kids. They are bigger than me—taller, heavier, stronger, etc. I can't make them do anything. They call my bluff on everything.

We are two days into the school week, and therefore on the second day the sixteen year old has skipped school. The eighteen year old high school graduate has not left the couch in four days, and continues to sit there playing video games. If you think I am exaggerating and that he must leave the video games to use the little boy’s room, you are wrong. He takes the laptop in there with him (Thereby also ensuring that no one else will ever touch his laptop).

What happened to the cute little brother and sister that used to adore me, and play "Princess" with me? (Princess is a great game where the big older sister, (the ‘Princess,’ also known as me) stays in bed on a Saturday morning while the little Duke and Duchess bring her breakfast.) What happened to the little brother and sister that lived for the weekends their parents would leave so that they could play games and eat ice cream all day with their big sister? Apparently, those children are gone. I blame it entirely on Mork.

And don’t even get me started on MacGyver

I have struggled with whether or not to defame my beloved MacGyver.

After all, I don’t think he meant to mislead me.  I’m sure such a compassionate and intelligent man would never intentionally lead me astray.  But the truth must be told—MacGyver lied, too.  A faithful follower of his good deeds around the world, I thought I knew how to fix a car.  After all, I had seen him do it on his show several times.  All a messed up engine really requires is a red silk scarf, chewing gum, 2 hairpins, and the screwdriver I keep in the bottom of my nicest leather purse for such emergencies.  Years of watching MacGyver had taught me that if my heels are just tall enough, the wind is blowing just right, and I wear my most distraught look (the red lipstick is optional), a man in a jean jacket will show up, ask for my purse contents, and fix my car.  I’m here to tell you that it is true that men in jean jackets will look at you, and some will even offer to look at your car, but not one of them will ask you for the red scarf or hairpins.

Does this mean that I really can’t build a bomb out of my yarn, knitting needles, and hand lotion next time I’m stuck inside a bank vault and need to get out?  I am so disillusioned!  Why isn’t it all like they told me it should be?

Welcome to the Real World

Unfortunately, we live in the real world but somehow trust the alternate universe of TV to give us the happy ending we expected.  The hard truth is that we expect the media’s perfect ending (and in that ending, our thighs are thin, so we love their ending) but it can’t even get close to reality.  Being a parent is tough, and doing it alone is even tougher, and trying to do all that on top of searching for another happy ending is the most difficult thing of all.  The great part about all this, though, is that their cutesy, little, perfect wrap up has nothing on the good times we have with our families, assuming all hands are washed and the laptop disinfected, and they actually go to school like they are supposed to.  The only feature I wish we could install in our kids is DVR, so we could skip over the parts where they get called to the principal’s office or get caught throwing pebbles at the BMW of the mean, cranky rich guy who has a mean, effective lawyer.  We could also replay the great parts, like the trip to the water park where they tell you what a cool parent you are, or that one family prayer that just shook everything up and made you realize that moments like that are what it’s all about. 

I guess it doesn’t matter so much if Mork lied.  I’m still a little bitter, but I’ll get over it.  I would, however, like to find out how he does that upside down on the head thing. That could come in handy in yoga class.

You Said…

A woman who asked to be signed “curious but in no way tempted” sent us some fairly intriguing information on a man she met online.  She sent this to us. See if you can make any more sense out of it than we can, since we are rather stumped.

“Relationship Status Single: never been married
Children: 5+
Children home: 1
Temple status: holds current recommend
Church activity: I go almost all of the time
LDS mission: No
Education: Master's degree
Field of Work: sales 

“Do either of you see a problem with a guy who has five kids but has never been married, has a temple recommend but misses meetings, has a master's degree and works in sales?”  Uh…we’re rather stumped, Ms. Curious.  Is his screen mantra something like, ‘I Can’t Commit to Anything’?

Shay sent us the following true story, with a little plea at the end. “I was dating this guy pretty seriously.  Things went great at first, I thought he was promising, so I decided to stay home from BYU, just for a semester, to see where things went, trying to put my priorities in the right place.  I took some classes at home in the meantime.  I am even in his family picture! 

“Well, as time went on, I started noticing how much he spoke about his past girlfriends, and how unkindly he thought of them.  He criticized silly things and I could sense the extreme feelings of ‘I can't believe I was ever seen with her’ feelings he seemed to have.  He also spoke unkindly about others, and I started to think, ‘Oh no, what if he feels like that about me one day?  What if I do something wrong?’  So I started to evaluate EVERYTHING I did and said, in attempts to make sure I didn't make him have any unkind feelings towards me. I just wanted him to be happy, and then I would be happy. 

Eventually, he started doing the same thing to me, criticizing little things, like how I didn't eat all the food I put on my plate, or how I didn't turn my head long enough when I was looking over my shoulder while driving.  Now, I am not saying that he was all bad, because he also would praise me and he knew how to make me feel good, when he made that effort, and he was very active in the church.  He just had some excellent qualities.  But the criticism made me afraid when I was around him.  Needless to say, I started feeling pretty low about myself, and I was constantly full of anxiety, and just couldn't talk to him anymore.  He eventually broke up with me, and I am still struggling with feeling good about myself, even after five months of being away from him.

Guys, please, please, try hard not to be concerned with things that have nothing to do with eternity, or else you will NEVER be happy with those you date, and eventually, never be happy with your wife or yourself.   And she will not be happy, either.  Maybe we girls can be ultra sensitive and what not, and I am sorry! It would be tough, we know.  Maybe it is part of the maternal instinct, I don’ know, but please, please be aware of the effects that pickiness has on others!”

We agree with her right up the very end part, where she apologizes for girls being too sensitive.  Women, in no way should you apologize for being who you are if you are trying your hardest to do the right thing.  Same goes for you, guys.  Any man or woman who criticizes someone and tries to change them, or manipulate them into being something they aren’t, is the one with the problem.   Who really wants to spend eternity with someone determined to change them?  Isn’t the whole point to learn and grow together?  We wish Shay the best of luck, and tell her not to worry about that insecure guy anymore.  Move on and find someone who deserves you and loves you for who you are! 

We also recommend that girls not stay home from school to see if things will get serious with a guy.  If it’s meant to be, things can happen after you graduate too.  The prophet has encouraged all of us to get an education or learn a trade, with no disclaimer that it’s okay to stop after you’re married.  It’s a crazy world we live in, and I think many of our single parents out there will vouch for the fact that sometimes happily ever after doesn’t always happen.  This is just one more way we can heed the counsel to be prepared for anything.

What do you think?  Anymore advice for Shay?  Any comments or nanoo-nanoos?  Please let us know.  Send us a note at this e-mail:  erinandjuli@meridianmagazine.com


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Authors Juli Hiatt Caldwell and Erin Ann McBride share a combined total of 20 years of dating and 14 years in singles wards. Between them they count more than 15 ex-boyfriends, 8 singles wards, and at least 5 email addresses. Friends for much of the past decade, they share many of their personal experiences as the character “Annie,” their combined alter ego.  As they like to remind each other, “All stories depicted herein are mostly true and will resemble characters living and deceased. Some names and facts have been changed to protect the innocent, make the reader laugh, and in some cases preserve the dignity of the authors. Although the authors are pretty sure they surrendered their dignity long ago.”

Juli Hiatt Caldwell was born in Anaheim, California, the fourth of seven kids in a very rowdy, loud family. She met her husband on a quick trip to Utah, and they were married six months later in the Bountiful Temple. They have been married six years. They are the proud parents of the two most adorable little girls on the planet, Cali, 5, and Andi, 2. Her girls are the proud mommies of a four fantail goldfish and a cat named Leo who is determined to eat them all. Juli and her family live on Florida’s beautiful Space Coast, where she enjoys yoga classes and working out at the gym. She is currently at work in her ward as choir director.

Erin Ann McBride is a native of the Washington, DC area. She is an events and party manager, currently putting her talents to work as a gun show planner. When she is not busy planning dates, parties, and weddings for her friends, she can be found volunteering at the local fire department, where she is a certified fire fighter and EMT-B. Erin Ann loves to travel and visit third world countries. She graduated from George Mason University and holds a B.A. in Political Communication and Broadcast Journalism. She also enjoys romantic dinners, moonlit walks on the beach, a good .357 magnum, chick flicks, roller coasters, and professional sporting events.

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