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My wrist has been bothering me lately. I went to the doctor and he couldn't find anything wrong with it. He told me to wear one of those wrist braces to see if the "wound" or whatever it is heals. Ever since I have been wearing it, not only does my wrist hurt but so does the rest of my lower arm!

Speaking of doctors, have you ever noticed that no one in those prescription drug commercials ever actually does any work? (The one notable exception to this rule are the Plavix ads. Remeber the middle-aged man with the blod clot who singlehandly restores power to a large city by simply talking into a radio while walking around in the rain and pointing?) Usually the rest are engaged in some recreational, yet mildly invigorating activity with picturesque panoramas in the background. They all live in large, suburban houses, and none of them ever wake up with bed head. And don't even get me started on the Lunesta commercials. There is something just plain old freaky about that little translucent butterfly that lands on people's noses while they sleep! Didn't someone in the 60's write a song about that sort of thing?

Have you ever had someone criticize your abilities by saying, "A two year old could do that better than you?" Well, when it comes to March Madness and the ability to pick the winners in the bracket, it is actually true. My two year old son is doing better in our school's bracket competion than both his mother and father. Danielle is 28th and I am 27th out of 87. Eldan is tied for 7th! When he picked Western Kentucky to make it to the championship game, I scoffed. Guess who looks silly now? Go Hilltoppers!

I got one of those "Undeliverable Message" messages the other day. You know, the one that comes to you when your email didn't make it to its intended recipient? Have you ever read one of those? I couldn't tell if the computer was telling that my email didn't make it or if it was breaking up with me! Seriously, it was from someone named Daemon and he said that he didn't like my host and that it was a permanent error so he was giving up! He also said he was sorry that it didn't work out! The only thing he didn't say was, "It's not you, it's me!" Oh well, at least we can still be friends.

I have a pair of square-toed black dress shoes now. I'm styling!

Do you know how hard it is to verbally rebuke a two year old who is making goofy faces at you? Well, it's tough let me tell you.

I am going to go now, my wrist hurts...