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1-9-13

Damn hot pan.

I was cooking last night when my wrist touched the pan I was cooking on. Now I have a little bow tie looking wound on my wrist complete with a blister as the center. Holy fuck, ouch.

That was really the worst of my evening, so that isn’t too bad in the grand scheme of things. Ken took the boys with him to his afternoon class, which although did mean some quiet time for me, does mean tonight will be a struggle in terms of catching up on homework for Bobby. Thank goodness his packet was slightly smaller this week.

Kenway posted a picture of one of our Adams yearbooks to my Facebook wall. Challenge accepted! I of course dug (when I say dug, I mean calmly walked over to the shelf and grabbed) up the 2 yearbooks from our time there and scanned a couple of pics. He has said he will try to find some pics of me from that time, which would be awesome since not many people had cameras back then. I always love seeing old pics. I don’t tend to get too freaked out at looking goofy back then.

With the boss back today, it is very probable that it will be an annoying day.

I took my need for opinion and feedback to Facebook yesterday, looking for information on what would be a good form of Martial Arts for Dax. It sounds as though Kung Fu is our best bet, but I will also be visiting multiple locations. So many people were helpful and it was really cool. I had private messages of people who contacted places they knew and now all I have to do is mention their name. I am quite excited now. Even Stephanie said that Sabrina wants to do the class, too, and when I mentioned this to Dax he was thrilled. I think this will be a fun activity all around. Who knows, maybe they have something that I can do it with him?

We have had Lycos wear pull-ups the last two nights. The first night worked well. She did fill it, but it meant she didn’t wake up soaked in piss. We are going to go look at some of the washable dog diapers this weekend, but for now, the pull-ups work fine. I know she was whimpery this morning and Ken got up with her, but I don’t know what went down. Poor pup.