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The first time I met him, we broke into another guys ftp account (actually, the other guy thought we were a match made in heaven and had given me his password), photoshoped over my cleavage and then put the picture back.

We worked together in the computer labs at Utah State. But I made him work to get a date with me. He asked me out several times, trying to convince me he was the most suave and debonair guy around. He eventually did convince me and we went out, for more than a year. Shock, I know. In Utah that is blasphemous.

He was the right decision for me, I knew it early on. I waited/beat him into realizing I was the one for him.

He has always been so kind to me. Always. Even the time when I was mad and threw everything out of every single cupboard in the apartment. Clothes. Towels. Sheets. He has waited patiently for me to grow up. He has held my hair back when I puke. He has been my quiet cheer leader. He has been my strength when I had none. He has gone months, probably an entire year, without getting any while I figure out birth control options.

Patience and stability. He is what I need.

He has quietly changed me. Made me better. He is 31 today.

I like to tease him about the slowly balding spot in the back and 14 gray hairs he has. But there is no one else I want.

Also, I have been attempting potty training the wee one. This is a joy beyond compare. Especially today. He let loose with a giant squishy mess right in his Tow Mater underpants. Being that I am full of patience and love, I threw those underwear away. His favorites, Lightening McQueen, are safe but I bet tomorrow he will join Mater in the garbage. I may be the mother, but I will not be washing loads the size of Georgia out of anyones underwear. This should make for great birthday dinner conversation.

happy birthday babe.
love, me

Same as below, but for jj this time around.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Cloosoh Toyota

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Cookie Dough Chocolate Chip

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
J-Rob

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Black Kat

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Jason Logan

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Rob-JA

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Red R. Beer

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Jimmy Ross

9. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
H. Boss G. Bears

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Allen Don

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Shouse Seattle

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Fall Bachelor

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Raspberry T

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Waffle Ginko

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Soccer Breeze Tour

This post contains actual swear words, not derivatives of or rhyming words, but ACTUAL swear words.

A friend came over today to teach me to clean. The bathroom is nice and clean and now there are cheerios and popcorn smashed on every other surface. Her daughter spilled baking soda in me bed. Her son hit Gentry and my friend did nothing about it. Gentry cried the entire time. Her daughter sucked on both our toothbrushes. I cannot find anything because everything has been rearranged. No one bled blood though.

To this, jj replied:

Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.

Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something?

Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It’s
your kids, Marty, something has got to be done about your kids.

Do you know the unbearable heartbreak of having a sick baby in another state and there is nothing you can do to help?

jj and I have been in Las Vegas for a week working with his company at the Consumer Electronics Show. Gentry was at jj’s parents house, that is where he always goes, he likes it up there. I called periodically, the last time on Tuesday. On Thursday night we called them to see how things were going. “Bad” was the reply and they had not called because they did not want us to worry. Just after I called on Tuesday, Gentry started throwing up. This continued for a day and then came the diarrhea and fever. By Thursday night when we called he had not wet in his diaper all day. They talked to jj and said that they wanted to take him to the emergency room to have him checked for dehydration.

The headache that starts at the base of your neck and wraps itself into the sockets of your eyes immediately started, and I could not keep the tears away. I could not get home fast enough. We took off from Vegas and landed in Salt Lake and called again to check his status.

He had blood work done and was getting an i.v. to help with the dehydration. He was watching the Fox and the Hound and eating a popsicle. They said as soon as he got some liquids into him he started acting a lot better and talking to them. jj’s mom told me today that he slept all day yesterday, but that he had to be laying on her. He would wake up occasionally and look up at her and say, “Hi Tutu.” And then go back to sleep.

We did not drive up there from the airport last night. There really was nothing that we could have done to help, they were doing what we would have done. They brought him back home today and he is asleep now, taking a long nap. Almost three hours now.

I hate it when he is sick. There really is nothing that you can do for them except hold them and hope that is goes away soon. It tears my heart out to see those around me suffering and not being able to help. He is home now, and there is nothing for me to worry about any longer. I just hope that he gets better soon.

I wonder, am I the only woman who’s husband is infatuated with woman of a certain profession? I am not talking about any of those professions. His is Dental Hygienist. I don’t know if it is the metal teeth cleaning implements or the amazing ability to tell you your number thirteen bicuspid is sensitive to cold and citrus. I guess it could be the quick veracity with which they use dental floss.

He can pick his dental hygienists out from miles and years away. When we lived in Logan, one time we drove by her apartment. He then knew where she lived and told me that his dental hygienist lived there. Not just his dental hygienist, he knew her name, he probably still does.

Now the new dentist has a cute wife and several cute hygienists. He has a favorite. One time while we were at Cafe Rio, he pointed her out at the table across from us. I did recognize her but could not place her, he however knew her.

I guess I beat out all the cute dental workers, and I am glad. Besides, who wants to scoop pancakes out from dental cleavage with floss anyway. And the stinky breath, I would rather die than deal with that all day. But if jj ever gets single again, I am sure that he will start scoping himself some dental honey’s.