I broke my foot about a month ago… in the last week I have stopped using my crutches all together, I have been hobbling around bare foot on my cast, driving, and trying to pretend that there isn’t anything wrong with it, that I am just a gimp and I always have been.

So The Mexican Lover and I decided I don’t really need the cast. It is just annoying and smells bad anyways, so we took that bad boy off. It took approximately 3 hours to take it of and I thought The Mexican Lover was going to possibly break my ankle in the process. So now that I don’t have a cast, and I am looking at my foot, I am now thinking there is a reason why the doctor told me to leave it on for 2 more weeks. I think this was a bad decision on my part.

Oh well know I can get into the pool and go to the beach.

I didn’t find out the sex of Tarzan…. I am going to find out what I am growing this time, assuming that it isn’t anything besides a baby. I am not sure how anyone comes up with a name that everyone is happy with. As of today I like the name Judah for a boy. If the baby is a boy his middle name will be some from of Pablo, that is a cultural thing that I don’t have much control over.

Tarzans name is Killian, yes like the beer, and his middle name is Porter, yes like another beer. I like the name Killian and that is why I named him that, my best friend told me that was a strange first name. My mom told everyone his name was Benjamin, and when I had that whole mess straightened out, she couldn’t pronounce it. But strangers tell me that it is a nice name and I hope when Tarzan is older he likes it as much as I do.

So I will be taking Baby Name suggestions for both sexes until we have the mystery of the gender solved. I think it is a boy, but there is only a 50% chance that I am right. Be kind! We have to live with are names for the rest of our lives. Endless we want to go threw the pains of changing it.

Things I want and I simply can't have them for any other reason then I live in a small town on the beach in Mexico.

I want vanilla bean yogurt, grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough bread, the cocunut girlscout cookies, pizza from pizza deli in Brookings Oregon, Tillamook cheddar cheese, ginger chicken from No Ho's, and I am sure that this list can go on and on.

I know that this is a pregnancy related dilema, I have to just keep reminding myself that Tarzan and I will be in Portland before to long, were I can dine daily on Papa Murphy's and what else my little heart desires.

My broken foot is really cramping my style…. I have nothing to say, I am bored! So I will blog endlessly about my family.

I have a handful of bothers and sisters, so I have more then a handful of stories about them, most of them are just amusing, so I am going to share.

My brother Casey is a mere 15 months younger then myself. When we were in high school I didn’t spend much time around our house, we lived really far out of town so it was just easier not to go there. So if our Mom would need womanly products she would send Casey to town to buy them, because Casey is the kind of man he is I am sure that he did this with out thinking anything of it. His mom needed pads, and then he could go and get pads for her.

So on one of these trips to town to make this purchase for our mom, he is having his items rang up and the cashier must not have been much older then he was at the time and just looked at Casey and said, “man you must be getting some!”

Casey replied, with a mere smirk, and just nodded and smiled.

Years later, I chose to share this story with mom and she asked, “do you think that is why Cody will go and get pads for me, so people think he is getting laid?”

The day after I broke my foot I was on the AIM with my sister, aka Lily. She is precious, well she pretends to be. She also send me a photo of her face. UGH! Rough night.

The story she told me consisted of know more then this.

I got really drunk and fell down in the parking lot of my building. Then I forgot to set my alarm and I had to be to work at 10:30 and I didn’t wake up until 10:35. So my manager had to open, and when I got there I was still drunk and I ate 3 cheeseburgers. I LOVE being 21!

My little sister isn’t much for details, but we are just glad she is talking. It is something that she just started doing about 4 years ago.

I thought that since my parents have been divorced now for a couple of years that it was time to mend the ways with my father….. So I have called, send postcards, and wrote letters. I haven’t received any phone calls, postcards, or letters from him so I asked My Lil Sister if she knows if he got the letters or postcards that I have send. So she asked him and his response was that since the postcards and letters were for only him and not for him and his new wife that he didn’t have anything to say about it.

I don’t understand where he is coming from, and I don’t really understand why it is even my place to try to improve things with him, when he is the one that made all of the decisions to change the dynamics of what use to be a family.

So I won’t be putting out anymore of an effort and I hope that he gets his head straight before he makes things impossible to fix.

I hope that he is content with living his new life of hypocrisy.