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For my hundred and first blog entry, I am going to tell of an injury that I received yesterday.

I work for my uncle who is a foot doctor. I don’t do anything cool and I only see feet on myself and in magazines. I don’t see any actual work being done. I am just the medical filer.

Why, you ask, would I be doing such a job when I also am running my own business and trying to raise a toddler? Well, because I am a sucker and I cannot say no and they need help. They were kind enough to give me a job when I moved from Logan to Salt Lake and now I am doing one of the most boring jobs ever. Although it is not nearly one of the most disgusting jobs ever. I leave those to anyone who deals with any kind of poop, be it human or animal. Those would be the absolute worst, followed closely by gyno, who also must deal with poop on occasion, and is on call for the rest of their days. Also, I go in on the night of my favorite tv shows so instead of sitting at home being a human wasteland, I am at work being a human wasteland and getting paid for it. Logical.

Yesterday, I was in doing my filing when I got a paper cut. Not just your average paper cut, it was from a file folder, underneath my right index fingernail. You may gag now. This is one of those kind of injuries that everytime you think about it, your brain tries to fold in half and squirm out of your head. Like there is some kind of sensory overload. Have you ever put a snail in a baggy with salt and watch it squirm in total upheaval of its upcoming death? Neither have I, but it is the same kind of feeling. Actually, my old roommate Lori did that. I am only guilty of putting grasshoppers in the microwave. That is a quick death.

Now I cannot type correctly. I cannot use my finger pad like normal, I have to bring my finger to a point and use my nail. I doesn’t hurt as badly that way.

I have a weird fascination with Bruce Willis.

I don’t really know much about the guy, but for years I have been having dreams about him. I have let jj know that if he ever dies, I am going to move to Idaho and find Bruce and get him to marry me. jj counters, that if I ever die, he is going to find a college freshman (preferably lesbian) and get her to marry him. Fair is fair. So whatever.

I dream about Bruce a lot, like probably two or three times a month. It is not like naughty dreams or anything like that. Mostly, I just dream that he is around. I don’t know if he even knows who I am in the dreams. Except there was the one dream where he tried to rape me and I twisted off his head, but he was not actually human. He was a robot and there was all kinds of strange wiring in him.

I don’t know what movies he is in. I see him on David Letterman once in a while. He is old. I did not know how old, so I looked it up the other day, he is a year older than my mom. But you know, he has probably got old man boobs. Gross.

I don’t know where this comes from. He is probably worth millions, that is always attractive.

We all remember how demoralizing high school was. It is like being slowly whittled away until you are no longer an actual person, but a strange copy of several other people. You strive so hard to be one of the cool people, repeatedly falling short, but waking up the next day knowing that today is your day. You are going to make it.

My sister-in-law just started high school. Although high school is better than junior high, it is not much better.

To make things even better, jj has offered to follow her around school, wearing a helmet, holding a boom box on his shoulder, and yelling, “Katie likes guys!” While sounding more like a seal with larangitis, then an actual person. I found it incredibly funny when he would randomly yell this while we were with her this weekend. Katie would melt into the floor and try to disguise herself like her surroundings, like a chameleon.

A lot of times I get answers to questions I have in my dreams. Maybe not answers, but just thoughts that I need to put into place in my life.

I don’t remember what I was dreaming one time, but I remember that Gentry was there and someone said to me or I just thought, “He is a person too.” That really struck me. I don’t think of him as a person, he seems more like a really needy extension of myself. But he is a person with thoughts and feelings and valid needs.

Today, Gentry and I were taking a bath together. We also had a bowl of raisins that he was washing in the bath water and eating. I know, way gross. Sometimes it is not worth the fight. I had the thought again. He is a person too. I need to stop ignoring him, I need to embrace him as the little guy that he is.

It is my responsibility to raise him in a good and honorable way. I am not sure what way that is, I don’t think that I was raised in the way that I want him to be raised. I want him to feel loved no matter what or who he is. I think the most important thing is to be honest with yourself and just be who you are. If you are honest with yourself, you will be honest with others.

He is my little guy. I like him, no matter what.

I have a confession.

Those who are not into pop culture should stop here.

About a month ago, I checked out all the Newlywed DVD’s from the library and watched them as fast as I could. I could not get enough of them. I stayed up until like 4 in the morning several nights in a row.

It was so addicting to watch the ill-fated Nick and Jessica hack at each other until they drove each other crazy and had to get divorced to get away from each other. It was like watching Titanic, you know what is going to happen and yet you cannot look away.

My favorite episode is when she was trying to say Massachusetts. Mass-a-two-shits. I am so not kidding, that is really how she said it.

There was also the time that Jessica bought Nick a $50,000 dollar watch that was diamond encrusted. Before the big party Jessica got it out to show to some of her friends. One of the friends said, “He is going to love it, I bet he will cry.” What? He will probably cry that she spent so much on it and what man does anyone know that would really want to wear a diamond encrusted watch? The only people that I can think of are rappers and…that is pretty much it.

I think that jj would rather cut off his left arm then wear a diamond watch.

Here I am on the day of my sisters wedding. I am brimming with happiness.

Would you still be my friend if I looked like this?

I probably ask jj some version of this question everyday. Would you still like me if I was in a wheel chair? Would you still like me if I was missing a pinky? Would you still like me if I had a mastectomy? I wonder what he would say to that one. He might have to think about that for a while.

Apparently I need to find a new place for my make-up. Or I could put it in a steel box with three pad locks on it. That might deture him for about three weeks.

This is not a black eye. He found my 12 hour lip stick and it did as it promised, it stayed with us all day.

Last night, while I was at young women’s, Gentry started puking like crazy. Luckily, he has a great dad who took care of him during the ordeal until I got home so that we could tag team the messes that were being created.

I was astounded by the way this sick little boy brought out ultimate love and concern. This was the same little boy that earlier in the day I had been yelling at to get back here and be quiet. As he was lying on the floor, holding his stomach, pail and not moving and trying to blink away sleep, I wanted to crawl into his little body and take away the sickness that he was feeling so that he did not have to.

We finally cleaned him up and his room up to an acceptable manner, and left him to go to sleep in his crib. But seconds after we closed his bedroom door he was throwing up again. We went back in and just stripped him down to a diaper and put new blankets under him and a fleece blanket over him. This time, I sat next to his bedroom door and read magazines for about an hour then I went and got the twin mattress out of the office and put it on the floor in his room. I slept in his room and everytime he squeaked, coughed or sneezed, I was up and out of bed in a flash. I would make sure that he was still covered by the warm fleece blanket and that he was not about to throw up again.

He has not thrown up since, and I think that he is ok now. I think that he got sick from drinking the Splash Pool water. Which I did not recommend, but he does not do what I tell him to do. He does what he wants.

I am glad to have a husband that will take care of my baby and am glad to have a son that helps me understand what love is really about.

Our back door neighbors think that jj and I are perfect. We like to keep them in the dark and keep up the charade. She was saying the other day that she would like to wife swap and see how we really live. Interesting.

The thing is that I am like the back door neighbors husband and jj is like the wife. jj and the neighbors wife are calm, understanding and patient. Where as me and the back door neighbors husband are moody, impatient, and hormonal. jj and the other wife would be a calm couple, me and the other husband would drive each other nuts with our insanity. I wonder which one of us would really kill the other one first.

I think that they neighbors would be shocked to know that I had my monthly temper tantrum again yesterday. It included me throwing the pile of stuff to take upstairs on the floor, throwing my flip flops down the stairs, making the baby cry and locking jj out of our bedroom by moving the nightstand in front of the door so that he could not come in.

Do you remember the scene in the movie, “Superstar” where she runs up stair and repeatedly slams her door while screaming, “You’re horrible! You’re horrible!” I would like to say that I have patterned my life after her. Isn’t that a comforting thought.

I think that I took PMS pills last month, I will try it again next month. Hopefully, I will be able to keep this under wraps.

It is my birthday today. I am going out for sushi for dinner with my cute hubby. My cute hubby has been begging to shave his head since we have been married. I finally gave in yesterday and did it.

When shaving off hair or beards, he always likes to do it in stages and document them. Here we have Crusty the Clown.

He doesn’t look bad, but I do prefer hair.

It is always comforting to find one of these guys hanging around the place where we keep the Gentry’s outside toys. Yikes.

jj is the hero and he killed it. Hip Hip Hooray.