Huh, go figure. I thought I was a little trampier than this. And masculine.

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When it comes to crastinating, I’m a professional. Whoever came up with the adage “never do today what you can put off ’til tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow” must have had me in mind. I’ve always been this way — tests in school, writing deadlines, projects around the house; I wait ’til the last minute on all of them.

And I’m doing it now. I’m teaching my first class tomorrow for my new training job. It’s a Word 2000 Level 1 class, so it should be pretty easy, but the thing is that I haven’t actually trained in a classroom situation for something like two years. I’m so rusty you can see flakes of, um, rustiness falling off me. I really need to prep for this class to make sure I’m comfortable tomorrow. Prepping has been on my mind for the last several days.

So of course rather than prepping, I’m monkeying around with this website. And I’m sending out resumes for a better job. And I’m reading journals. And I’m folding laundry. And I’m writing entries about procrastination. I’m doing everything I can think of to avoid doing something that’s only going to help me. I do the same thing when I want to work on my script: I avoid that which I feel is most important.

I have no idea why I do this. I hate it.

Dateline: The Internets – Courteney Cox Arquette and husband David are so mad, they could scream. Or, at the very least, sue someone.

Sent Friday, the fast-spreading email reportedly had a subject line of “FW: Friends in town” and contained pictures of Aniston, Cox Arquette, Arquette, baby Coco and various other friends and family members. The text read: “Jeff, Here are some pic’s [sic] of that Christening that I went to, that I was telling you about…”

…And now I’ve received this email.

Yep, pictures are in there. David, Courteney, Jennifer, Coco, various family members. Yep, looks like Aniston started it (but I’m sure that was spoofed). Loooooots of email addresses in there from all the forwarding, too, no doubt some of people who would rather not have their email spread all over the internets. I guess I’m supposed to send it to all my friends now, too.

Nope. Not gonna do it. Like I’ve said previously, I don’t do chain letters. Besides, it’s private family stuff, it’s none of (y)our damned business.

Delete.

Chain broken.

The sight of blood has never really bothered me until last night. That’s when Zoe decided to pull one of her teeth that was loose, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t quite ready to come out yet.

She’s kind of a freak about losing her baby teeth, actually. Maybe it’s a sign of growing up for her, I don’t know, but if there’s a loose tooth in her head she is absolutely obsessed with getting it out. She asks for apples in her lunch because biting into them makes the loose tooth move, she wiggles it constantly, she worries over it like a mother hen — everything revolves around getting that tooth out of her mouth. You’d have to admire the dedication if it wasn’t so dental.

Anyway, last night she finally vanquished the latest poor loose tooth. I found her in the kitchen bent over the sink, paper towel in hand to help get a grip on the tooth, and spitting blood like a skewered teen in a Halloween movie. There was so much blood in the sink and it was so crimson against the white porcelain that it actually gave my stomach a little lurch. And because I’m a giver, I took pictures for you.

Preparing to spit even more blood.

Bloody towel and tooth.

The gap-tooth smile.

My kid has a bright future ahead of her, as either a dentist or surgeon … or vampire.