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I cannot help myself. I have to get my daily fix of this website, sometimes, well usually more than once or twice a day. I am addicted to Hollywood smut.

Yesterday was the first day of General Conference. In celebration we went to the zoo. Hogle Zoo. There is no point trying to watch conference with a small child with no attention span. The zoo is a lot nicer than it used to be, which is nice. But it felt a lot smaller also. I remember it being huge. Of course I was a lot shorter when I used to go all the time.

Gentry loved it though. He has been talking about it all day yesterday and today. We will ask him what he saw there. Animals? Snakes? ssssssssssssss. Turtle? Zebra? Mice? Big Mice? Spider? Ducks? I have added the question marks because that is how he says it. Like it is a question, but really he is just excited about it and that is how he adds the emphasis. Elephants? We watched and elephant show and we were standing about 5-10 feet away from the elephant and then they had the elephant go over to another part of the arena. Gentry yelled, “Elephant come back!”

jj just walked in and is doing a sexy dance behind me.

Yesterday when we were saying prayers with Gentry, he was sitting on my lap. About half way through the prayer he turned around and touched my eye. It scared me and I jumped. He started laughing and then I started laughing also. jj just kept on with the prayer and then when he was finished me made us both sit in the corner.

I made sushi tonight and it was…

GROSS.

What a waste. I guess it really is an art and I am going to have to keep paying the artist tons of money to partake.

Dang it.

However, I am going to try and easier recipe next week. Perhaps that will be better.

I am tempted to buy this.

And a conversation with jj earlier.

This is my new favorite song. I bought the song from iTunes the other day. I am considering getting the album.

Fidelty by Regina Spektor

I called Dr. Laura today because I needed my nose rubbed in my @$#*. I had not listened in several years. I don’t think that I am going to start now.

She said that I probably whine to my husband and baby all the time about my mom, which is not true. I rarely bring her up unless something new has come up. I don’t really talk about what is going on with her to anyone. I just am trying to distance myself.

I called the Dr. to see if I should just cut her out of my life completely. She said, “no.” Just pull away. And then just basically hung up on me. She did not listen to my circumstances, or what my mom had done. I guess I was stupid to call a phone phycologist anyway. They have to fit you into 5 minute or less increments.

jj and I both agree, pulling away is going to best for everyone. The less she is in my life, the less there will be to whine about.

I guess we all realize how limited our parents are. Or we get married and our spouse fills us in. That is the blessing that I have bestowed on jj. He only tells me about my parents when I ask him too. And obviously we all know my dad is not a good example.

Lots of people have crappy parents and somehow we all end up being crappy parents to our children. Even though we have the best intentions.

I cannot say that my childhood was bad. What I can say is that waking up from my childhood haze of perfect parents is a hard pill to swallow. Luckily, I am getting it in two smaller doses. I realized my dad was crappy years ago, I am just not realizing my mom is not the best. I had years to get used to the __________ of my dad. Now I am stairing at this dose of $#*@ my mom is giving me, I know I am going to have to swallow it soon. But I also know that once I accept it, a huge burden will be lifted.

I hope that Gentry never feels this way about me.

I am giving myself until 3:00pm to cry about this. After that I am done crying over this. There is no point.

I check out magazines from the library. I know that is totally lame, but I hate the guilt of buying them and letting them stack up for years and then finally throwing them away. I would rather check out ones that every other dirty person in the county has touched. Anyway, I checked out a couple Real Simple magazines to take on the plane to Denver. One of them was for the holidays and it had an article about how we don’t know our family. Which is true. I know my sisters and brother and their lives pretty well. But I don’t really know about anyone else. The article had a whole bunch of questions, semi-nosy, to ask your relatives so that you could get to know them. I wrote them down and thought that I would write about them occasionally.

One the really stuck out, was who was your first kiss?

Update 7/10/2008: Mine would like to remain nameless. He let me know today. However, if you are smart and look at the comments, you can see his name down there and his snarky comments as well.

Update 7/26/08: I noticed today that he removed his comments. However, since I know a bit about the interweb, I still have them. I know, I am a genius with some mad internet skills. However, you don’t have to be a genius to see his name.

I went to junior prom with him. At the end, on the door step, he kissed me. It was so perfect, in a sickeningly teenage romance kind of way, that I burst into tears. Obviously, that was the correct response. He was mortified and ran back to his car and was so nervous he did not come to church the next day (we were in the same ward) and did not talk to me for a while after. As I recall, the actual events of the next day may be different, I cannot remember for sure. It was something like that.

I have a schedule that I generally follow for cleaning the house. If you actually came over to my house you would realize that my home is in a continual state of disarray. That is because as I clean, there is a force that follows me around like a little tazmanian devil. It is the small hurricane of entertainment that keeps my house looking dirty. I clean all day, everyday. There is no way that you would know that by looking at my house though. But this schedule is my favorite to look at so far.

You will notice that I do not have a space for working at the doctor’s office anymore. That is because I am cutting back my hours there from eight to four. I will not be going in during the day. That will give me a lot more time to do things that are important. Like shopping, and going to lunch with friends.

Although I love bisquick, I gave it up when our last mega-box ran out. I just did not feel right about making biscuits out of what appeared to be flour and milk. It just did not add up to me.

So, today, in celebration of fall (I wish that it was not coming this quickly), I made homemade biscuits. I looked for recipes online because I do know that it is possible to make food with actual flour. Not everything has to come from a box or your local grocers freezer aisle. I found a recipe that called for 10 cups of flour. And I was terribly vexed by this. First of all, only two out of three people in my household eat actual food. Second, who wants to actually measure out TEN cups of flour. Third, what the heck am I supposed to mix that in. So that obviously was not the recipe that I made.

I did find another one that called for six tablespoons of mayonnaise. I was a little hesitant, but it only wanted two cups of flour. How reasonable and fair. I have also heard that mayonnaise is very moist when you cook with it. Some people use it in cakes, I am not one of those people. But I have heard of such things.

So this is what I did, and it turned out very well.

Drop Biscuits

2 cups self-rising flour
1 cup milk
6 tablespoons mayonnaise

or here is a healthier version (this is the one that I actually used)

1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 cup unbleached white flour
1 tablespoon Baking Powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup milk
6 tablespoons mayonnaise

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C).
2. In a large bowl, stir together flour, milk, and mayonnaise until just blended. Drop by spoonfuls onto lightly greased baking sheets.
3. Bake for 12 minutes in the preheated oven, or until golden brown. It took me about 15 or 16 minutes until they looked done.

We had them with a couple cans of Progresso soup. It was a yummy dinner.

The roads are like ribbons
Carved into the land;
Meandering like a river
Haphazard as my thoughts.
I pass over what is usually below
They reach up to touch me
As I have dreamed of touching them.
Swimming in an ocean of clouds,
I am enveloped by the cashmere softness.

My baby came home today! He is so cute and talking up a storm. You all should come and see. I want to kiss his little squishy face off.

Also, who doesn’t love Tiffany & Co. A couple of the girls that I worked with this past week had necklaces from there.

I like this one and this one.

But honestly, who could resist a stack of these on there hand?

Click on “Create Stacks of Celebration Rings.”

I would love my left and right hand ring fingers to be filled with these.