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Watching morning cartoons.

Can I just tell you how filthy my house has become since the break happened?

It is filthy.

I realize I am capable of cleaning, even with a cast. But because everything is so much harder and there is the threat of getting cleaning substance permanently stuck in my cast I just don’t do it. And now there is ring around the toilet bowl and waist high weeds. I have stayed mostly caught up on the laundry and ironing, it just takes about half a day longer. And that eats into my energy and will to keep other things going.

And the spots on the carpet. I need to scrub those, or get wood floor put in. And the poor kitchen. Spots everywhere. On the stove. On the floor. On the mirrors. Greasy finger prints on every surface. And stacks to be sorted everywhere you look.

I could sure use a housekeeper. In a thong. Very tan, preferably. With an accent. Not southern.

4 oz. extra-sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
1 jar (4 oz.) pimentos, drained and finely minced
1 1/2 Tbs. finely chopped green onions, white and green portions
1/2 tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. cayenne pepper
Pinch of black pepper
2 Tbs. mayonnaise

Thin sliced ham (optional)

Large buns with sesame seeds (they are more pretty this way)

In a bowl, combine the cheddar cheese, pimentos, green onions, 1/2 tsp. of the salt, the cayenne and black pepper. Stir in the mayonnaise until incorporated. Refrigerate the pimento cheese until ready to use.

On are large skillet grill the inside of the bun on a low heat. Be careful not to burn. When inside of bun is warmed and slightly brown turn over and scoop cheese onto inside of bun and place some ham on top if you would like it. Place other side of bun on top and continue flipping until most of the cheese is melted.

Let cool slightly and eat. This is divine. JJ discovered it.

You can also put the topping on hamburgers when making them on the grill. This is also divine.

Those who know me, well, know that I have a penny slot for a belly button. Meaning, your piggy bank and I have the same orifice. During very warm times in the year, my belly button will get hot and sweaty and will not dry out. This skin on skin, constant wetness leads to belly button irritation. I have found that a few swipes of deodorant clear it right up, keeping it dry and refreshingly clean smelling.

Today I noticed between my fingers on my casted hand my fingers are developing the same rash. I thought gauze between my fingers would clear it right up, but I just soaked through them. Out came the Lady Speed Stick and I am feeling dry and clean again.

So many uses for the bar that keeps you dry. If only I could figure out how to get in in my working arms pit.

I went to lunch with my mom yesterday. Gentry came along and talked about when he got married in the Salt Lake Temple. He brought all this up. He said Salt Lake Temple. I asked him who he married and he said he got married. But he said that I was there and I was a princess.

Here is the thing. I wore a tiara at my wedding. I guess he is old enough that he could look at the pictures and figure out I was married at the temple and wore a tiara. But the fact that he talked about a specific place and told me what I looked like amazed me and made me wonder if maybe more was running through his little mind than just the pictures.

I would like you all to meet my family. here & here & here.

Thanks Sarah.

Things that I miss since receiving a cast.

1) Sleep. I just cannot get comfortable at night.
2) Picking zits. Try to pick a zit when only your elbows bend. Maybe if you have elf arms, like one of my college professors, it would be possible. I sure hate not being able to take care of my hygiene myself.
3) Flossing. Also impossible with a 2×4 for an arm. jj helps me out, though he swears he could never do this for a living.

Maybe I should start paying attention and documenting this. I could get really creative.

What you see.

What I see.

It happened Wednesday night, book club night. I thought about going to book club and then thought, I will get blessings in heaven if I do my calling. Right.

By right, I mean, rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhht.

We were playing dodgeball with the young men and one of those 16-year old boys threw a kickball at me as hard as he could. It bent my wrist back and HURT! I thought I could go in the hall and cry about it and it would feel better. I did and it didn’t, instead it swelled and looked funny. A neighbor who is a nurse told me I should have it looked at, so one of the young women drove me home and jj took me to insta-care.

Broken, was the verdict. It is displaced and not in the joint. That could mean the same thing. I don’t know all this doctor babble. I am better with kerning and serifs.

I got a blue cast today that is cutting off the circulation to my brain and makes it very hard to do my hair.

Gentry says it is my big band-aid and has taken liberties because I have a harder time doing things now. Like looking like I am serious and not caving to wanting popsicles for every meal. Hey, they are easy. You get it from the freezer and I will skin it.

The best part of today was when Gentry climbed into the crook of my stomach and watched Spiderman while I dozed from the drug induced coma I come in and out of. The slow times really glow in my memory. All white sheets, sunbeams, and warm fuzzies.