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Friday, April 11th, 2014

Subject:::pokes head up like a prairie dog, dusts off Aent Ded sign::
Time:11:25 am.
Mood: tired.
Wow. Hadn't realized it had been so long since I was here.

Only current news of note is that Tom's follow-on assignment after Korea will be in Kansas. It was at the bottom of the wishlist, purely because it's a decent size city only a day from his parents, and then it turned out that NONE of the other bases on the list had an opening for him. We've driven through on the way to see his folks a couple times, and it seems okay.

But since it's freaking KANSAS, and I am a pro choice liberal feminist, I expect a lot of uses for my Yzma icon.
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Wednesday, July 10th, 2013

Subject:Aten't Ded
Time:7:17 am.
Just tiiiiiiirreeeedddddd....

I would say I can't wait til school starts for the Zodlings, but Tom leaves for Korea in a couple weeks, and the epic Le Sad this gives me kinda mars the glee of both boys being in school for a full day this year.
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Wednesday, April 17th, 2013

Subject:If Entwives go to a Middle-earth hell...
Time:3:30 pm.
Mood: tired.
I suspect it's one where they can see dirt and plants and live things, and read about them, but not actually touch.

Going to throw some gardening links in here, since between the weather and the Schrodinger's Cat status of our living arrangements, I can't actually DO anything.

For those looking to avoid GMOs meticulously, please note some of the tomato breeds suggested as resistant to verticillium wilt are on the lists linked to in the first article as being owned by or connected to Monsanto. I'm more interested in keeping the dang things from cross-pollinating the entire world than I am concerned about the potential ill effects of eating GMOs, but it's still something to look at.

Probably going to do a tiny container garden if we're not moving this summer. A pot of dill, a pot of oregano, and whatever local flowers suit my fancy. Dreams of tomatoes and marigolds and plants for both caterpillars and butterflies will have to wait.


Today's been delightful all around. The scheduled three-hour power outage to enable wiring work for the eventual solar panels on our block was this morning. Huzzah. :/ I stuck it out for an hour with the boys before Mark's plaintive requests for Backyardigans drove me to dress everybody and head to Walmart for pedialyte. He's smart enough to know the Kindle can provide cartoons when the tv does not, but unfortunately trying to explain the Kindle needs internet access for Netflix or Amazon Prime video and internet access in turn requires electricity.... Not going to happen. Complete failure to grok.

Jack hasn't thrown up since last night, when he crawled between his fitted sheet and the mattress and proceeded to lose his entire dinner. ::face-palm:: Right now he's napping on the couch. Mark's still got diarrhea. Aside from that, they're bouncy and acting completely normal. So I don't feel TOO bad about foisting them on the staff member who will watch them while I'm at Mark's IEP tomorrow afternoon.

I'm all out of my dairy-free cream cheese, sour cream, and shredded cheese. :( Not willing to drag the boys out into the wet snow/rain/wind mix we have going on, not for that. Pedialyte and individially bottled juice so we didn't have to open the fridge was a necessity. Snacks are not.

But by God I am going to have some home-made cupcakes tonight.
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Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

Subject:Having another one of those days
Time:9:08 pm.
Mood: busy.
This despite having spent a moderately productive and interesting day baking and wrangling said Zodlings.

Mark's IEP got rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Tom is running the conn at home and retrieving Mark from the bus for me. I'm attending the IEP as Official Parental Unit. Sarah's communicating via teleconference as she can't make it down from Denver. Fingers crossed, and prayers requested from all sides.

Still no news from Misawa. We don't expect them to decide they can cope with our Zodlings, but I'd like firm confirmation of that so we can move on to the next part of the process for finding Tom's next assignment.

Stupid serotonin tricks are behaving themselves. Stupid gastro. tricks are only mildly annoying.

I need to catch up on my reading, on my efforts to learn knitting, and on my self-appointed 'Unfuck the habitat before our as-yet-to-be-scheduled PCS gorram it all" tasks.

Right now, heading to bed, as Tom has early duty requiring awakening at three am the rest of the week. Bleah.
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Wednesday, March 6th, 2013

Subject:Via Maddow Blog
Time:8:01 am.
Mood: contemplative.
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Subject:SNAFU update
Time:7:35 am.
Mood: drained.
Yesterday, Tom came home and told me that the computer system for outprocessing to new assignments is down until early April for previously-scheduled maintenance and software upgrades/changeovers.

EFMP's system is still up and running, so we're forging ahead on that side.

Today, he forwards me an email he received in response to his inquiry of the Misawa school's special ed department. It was from no less a personage than the Pacific Area Special Education specialist, who is also the coordinator for the DoDEA Exceptional Family Member Program Educational Screenings for the Pacific region.

She informed Tom that Misawa has only minimal services designed for mild to moderate special needs students, and the OCONUS Directory of schools specifically states that Misawa is not staffed or resourced for children with autism. (This matches what I'd already seen on the DoDEA websites.)Further, there are *no* locations in PACAF that can ensure ABA therapy services through the DoDEA schools or through local community services.

She recommended strongly we act through our local EFMP for possible options.

So it looks like EFMP will declare Misawa a no-go; after that, when they go through the obligatory submission of our needs to five other PACAF bases, those will also be declared a no-go; and then they'll have to figure out what to do with Tom next.

My money's on a two-year unaccompanied remote to Misawa, with me and the Zodlings staying here. :(

Getting PCSed to another CONUS base while Tom's gone, to wait for him to return, is also a strong possibility. :(
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Tuesday, March 5th, 2013

Subject:Midway through season two of Walking Dead
Time:6:32 am.
Mood: drained.
I just need to vent about one thing.


::deep breath::

I can understand Country Girl incorrectly calling them abortion pills, she's from a conservative background which probably earnestly tells everyone they really are abortion pills and the people who say otherwise are godless liars, and she's also deeply freaked out about the near-miss she and Pizza Delivery Boy had with the unexpected walker at the pharmacy. (About which, more at some point.)

But god DAMN it you lazy writers! They are called morning after pills for a reason! If you're at the point where you're testing positive on a pee strip and having stereotypical nausea symptoms, you've got a fertilized egg implanted and the morning-after pill won't do damn skippy to help you anymore! Throw in a couple lines about how the pregnant woman knows they probably won't work but she's desperate enough to try anyway!


Gah, I say!
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Wednesday, February 27th, 2013

Subject:Situation Normal: All Fucked Up
Time:7:50 am.
The latest and greatest SNAFU we've been presented with?

Tom's been non-vol'ed to MISAWA.

The one base in Japan whose school does NOT have an autism program in their special ed dept.

We can fight it based on the boys' EFMP status, but Tom's been informed if we win, he'll get sent on the next remote that opens up - which won't be Korea, as they are full ass UP in his career field at present. Which means instead he'll get sent to Misawa ALONE, for TWO years.

Or, we may just decide 'bugger all this' and he won't re-enlist. His current tour of duty is up in December.

I have no words.

All I can do is find our copies of their IEPS and Jack's EFMP paperwork, so Tom can use them to fight this assignment.

"Abernathy, someone's soul is going to writhe for this" - The Lone Power, Diane Duane.
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Friday, December 21st, 2012

Subject:Not a lot going on today
Time:9:13 am.
Mood: busy.
It's Tom's birthday; for the next few months we're both 34. ^_^ Later on the Zodling Duo and I are going out to pick up the red velvet cupcakes I ordered for him. Tonight's birthday feast will be provided by Smashburger, and tomorrow we're doing steaks and baked potatoes.

But not much else is going on.

Mark's still sick. Getting fever meds and antibiotics is still a chore. And he's still doing random screeching for no readily discernable reason WAY more often than usual. x_x

We're hanging out at the house, watching Backyardigans, while I do laundry and putter round online. Tonight, Zodlings permitting, I hope to *finally* get the last of the presents wrapped and the Christmas cards written and addressed.
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Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

Subject:Running up the quarantine flag again
Time:9:10 am.
Mood: drained.
Yesterday, Mark got sent home from school with a fever of 100.

He spent most of the afternoon on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep, sitting bolt upright, head wedged between the two back cushions. We eventually carried him up to bed without supper - he was OUT.

This morning, at some ungodly hour, probably what Susan Ivanova would call the hour of the wolf, my mommy senses started tingling. I went in search of my Zodling Prime. Not in his room, but both blankets were. I figured he'd once again crept downstairs and fallen asleep on the couch, and took a blanket downstairs with me.

I was partially correct.

He was sitting bolt upright, wide awake, with a miserable look on his face, and both he and the seat cushions were covered in vomit. :(

A quick bath and 10 ml of advil later, he was feeling much better.

But neither of us have been asleep since. :(

Right now he's curled up on the cushionless couch watching Backyardigans and sipping juice. He's fairly lively, for an allegedly sick little boy, but the advil seems to be wearing off, as he's growing feverish to the touch again, and he's still coughing a great deal. :(

Tom has promised to fetch me vegan cream cheese and shredded cheese later, to go with some of the Einstein Bros. bagels he bought this past weekend. Most of my other snack-based forms of relaxation are sadly on the verboten list.

I may lean off the caffeine wagon a tiny tiny bit today. We'll see.
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Friday, December 14th, 2012

Subject:Scintillating Domestic Goddess Agenda of the day
Time:8:35 am.
Mood: busy.
Bake non-Mark-safe butterscotch-oatmeal cookies for tonight's holiday party.
Bake Mark-safe chocolate chip cookies for tonight's holiday party.
Wrap presents for the white elephant gift exchange.
Retrieve Jack from bus; feed him lunch.
Possibly go to the Mart of Walls for payday grocery shopping.
Plot remaining holiday list of DOOM and merriment.
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Tuesday, December 11th, 2012

Subject:I *was* having such a lovely few days, with more nice days anticipated...
Time:8:24 am.
Mood: distressed.
Saturday, I went Christmas shopping solo, while Tom watched the boys, who were being exceedingly goofy even for them. I got my watch clasp fixed, bought Tom's Christmas present, and ordered some awesome red velvet cupcakes for him and his office, to be ready on his birthday next week as a surprise. Wandered around the old historic shopping section of COS, and went home feeling quite pleased with myself.

Sunday was a bit less pleasant, as it was too damned cold to unleash the Zodling Duo on the backyard, and they were even goofier than they'd been the previous day, for reasons we could not determine. They've been cooped up in the house because of inclement weather before, and not been remotely this aggravating. :/ Tom made brownies. I made oatmeal raisin cookies, and my super-easy Mark-safe fried rice for dinner, since Tom was expecting to get called in to work if Things Happened requiring Public Affairs to respond. (Didn't, but better to be prepared.)

Monday started out well. Still cold, and Mark refused to wear gloves at the bus stop. But both boys kept their hats on, and Mark at least had the sense to keep his hands in his overlong sleeves most of the time. Jack kept his mittens on like a very good boy, and had a blast exploring the snow and listening to it crunch under his boots. :D

After they were off to school, I decided that since my stomach was mildly acting up and it was ridiculously cold, I would take a nice luxurious nap. I was caught up on laundry; Tom had recently deep-cleaned the bathrooms; and there wasn't anything I really *had* to do regarding housework or other domestic goddess tasks.

Everything seemed fine, aside from minor stupid gastro. tricks. I was looking forward to having a nice rest of the week too. Tomorrow Mark has an allergist appt. at the Academy's hospital, which I can actually drive to, unlike the Ft. Carson medical group. Tomorrow night D11 Special Ed Services is holding a Parents' Night Off for two hours, and Tom and I were planning to go to either HuHot Mongolian Grill or a Chinese buffet with our free time. :D Friday night one of Tom's superiors is hosting a holiday party to which children are welcome, and a white elephant gift exchange will be held. We were looking forward to that a lot. I was planning to make both Mark-safe cookies and the decidedly NOT Mark-safe butterscotch oatmeal cookies that Tom's coworkers rave about every time I send some with Tom.

And of course this weekend: The Hobbit. :D :D :D :D :D

Tom and I will have to take turns going, but it'll be WORTH it. :D :D :D :D :D

Then I decided to check my purse, late in the afternoon, to see if I had enough cash to take Jack to Culver's this afternoon before his occupational therapy.

And I found my wallet was gone. o_o

My mil. ID, driver's license, cell, keys ipod, checkbook, and oddly enough my Sam's Club membership card, had not been in the wallet, and were still present and accounted for.

My copy of our joint credit card, my personal account's debit card, and my JCP credit card, however..... x_x

Ransacked the purse, the laundry room, the card, my room, the library on a longshot, and even Mark's room in case he'd been digging in my purse and taken the wallet up there to play with.

To no avail. Tried calling Mya Bella Cupcakes, the last place I remembered having the wallet out, but they're closed Sundays and Mondays.

Explaining this to Tom, who got home shortly thereafter, was NOT PLEASANT.

The stress of trying a last-ditch effort to find the damn wallet nearly triggered a full-blown attack of stupid gastro. tricks, and definitely set off a bad enough reaction to give me an unpleasant night's sleep. :(

In the end, he reported our joint account card missing, which meant the bank locked out his card too - right before Christmas ::wince:: - and we'll get replacements sent in 7-10 business days. I reported my JCP card missing, got the acct. locked down, and will also get a new card sent in about that length of time. Neither account had had any unauthorized purchases, thank God.

My personal debit card is handled directly through the credit union, which is in Omaha, and they were closed for the day by the time I called. :( Called this morning as soon as they opened; got the card locked; will get the forms needed for ordering a new card via email, as they cannot do that directly over the phone when a credit union member hasn't used her account in so long she's forgotten the PIN. ::face-palm::

Still going to try calling Mya Bella to see if they happen to have the wallet behind the counter, as I had a small amount of cash and a large number of customer loyalty cards. Also my library card. :( They won't open til 11, but I'm hoping someone will be in the shop earlier for work.

God damn it. I thought I was being so careful. :(

Here's hoping a little self-care can salvage my health enough to keep the rest of the week from being torpedoed. I WANT to go out to dinner with my Tom tomorrow night. I WANT to go to that Christmas party. I REALLY REALLY WANT to see The Hobbit opening weekend, and to have Tom have to go too, even if we can't go together.
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Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Subject:Short update of shortness
Time:8:03 am.
Mood: busy.
Margaret's wedding was lovely, and both bride and groom appeared ecstatically happy. :D

I did not get sick from nibbling on cake with buttercream frosting. I did discover the existence of vegan cheesecake at a kiosk in O'Hare on the way home - which is made of many many kinds of AWESOME. :D I need to learn how to make it myself.

The boys did not damage their daddy's sanity in my absence, although Tom did discover that the reason Jack's had a runny nose and an odd and stubbornly persistent aroma the last couple weeks was that he'd wedged a small chunk of couch cushion stuffing in one nostril. ::face-palm:: Fortunately it was easily removed by one of the doctors at our regular peds. clinic, and did not require the services of an ENT.

Partially done with Christmas decorating. Working on shipping presents, although lack of a current address for my sil may delay our nephew getting his present. :( Waiting on her return IM to my query.
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Wednesday, November 21st, 2012

Subject:Pre-wedding plots and preparations
Time:7:54 am.
Mood: accomplished.
My adorable little sister is getting married Dec. 2nd. :D

I ordered plane tickets and a hotel room in Wausau lo these many weeks ago; at the time we didn't have a functioning printer, so I saved the email from expedia detailing my itinerary and saved the trip insurance voucher file to our desktop.

We now have a working printer. Or so I thought.

It will print the desktop file for the travel voucher, no trouble.

It gives me an error message claiming the printer cannot communicate with the computer when I try printing the itinerary. ::face-palm::

Fortunately, this is an e-ticket, so worst case scenario, I write the flight numbers and departure times down manually for my own reference, and just check in with my ID and credit card like I normally would at the airport.

Still need to make sure the dress I want to wear to the wedding fits - I had some startling surprises recently when trying on skirts I hadn't worn in a while. Losing nearly thirty pounds via IBS certainly made me look better, but it's also had a mildly alarming effect on the way my existing wardrobe fits.

Still need to double check the security rules about cross-stitch needles in one's luggage - I would LOVE to be able to take my projects along on this trip.

Aside from that, not much else needs to be done. Tom got leave so he can watch the zodlings. We're going to order something from the online wedding registry to be sent to Margaret's house for the gift, saving me from worrying about it getting lost in the luggage carrier's custody.

I can't believe my little sister is getting married. :D :D :D
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2012

Subject:I know my posts lately are not exactly thrilling reading. I'm going to try and improve that.
Time:7:54 pm.
Mood: drained.
Next week. ::sideways look::

I have a good excuse for procrastinating, though.

Two, in fact.

First, due in part to office politics, Tom's section at work have been switched to providing 24 hour coverage of their desks, in 12 hour shifts. Tonight, for example, Tom's working 8 pm to 8 am tomorrow. He's had a couple days to adjust his sleep schedule, but in conjunction with reason two, it's played merry hell with mine.

Secondly, Mark once again has NOT responded well to daylight savings time. Bad enough when he wakes up shortly before 5 am, under the impression it's actually 6 am. This morning, he woke up between 3 and 3:30 am, and had to be repeatedly chased back to bed. Fortunately for me, Tom was still up, as part of his sleep schedule tweaking. But I couldn't get back to sleep, because every time Mark got sent back to bed, he screamed at the top of his lungs in rage and indignation. x_x

So no cross stitch today. Or baking. And I lack the active neurons to comment on my recent adventures in going dairy-free.

But we're working with his ABA therapist on the sleep problems. And he went to sleep within minutes of going to bed tonight. So I'm hoping I'll have more energy to do things, and blog about them, instead of venting about annoyances that pale in comparison to what the people in Sandy's path have to put up with.

In the meantime - laundry folding, then sleeeeeeep. Precious, precious sleeeeeep.
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2012

Time:8:05 am.
Mood: drained.
Tom had to go to work at midnight last night. (He'll be home by noon.) Mark decided to stand outside my door and demand juicepleazeokayYAH at intervals between 12:30 and 1:30 am. (No, he did NOT get any.) Jack decided 2:30 am was the best time ever for hootling and audibly jumping on his bed.

Then Tom's 4 am alarm, which we'd both forgotten to turn off, woke me.


Mark rewoke around 6:30, and I gave him breakfast. Jack's still snoring. At least ONE of my spawn understands the awesomeness of sleeping in. x_x

I'm coping, just damn tired.

Probably heading to Petco and Safeway at some point this morning, avec Zodlings, to get a fish tank filter cartridge box and see if that Safeway sells soy yogurt. The almond-based fake yogurt I bought at Whole Foods last week is okay, but not entirely satisfactory.

Cross stitch will be perpetrated at some point. Also Zodlings being flung into the backyard to run around and get some fresh air.
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2012

Subject:Sethralia and Davnerland State of the Unions
Time:9:34 am.
Mood: sick.
Tom came home from work while the boys and I were in the middle of dinner, looking sick and wan, and went straight to bed without eating anything. He spent most of the night throwing up. We think he caught the bug Mark had earlier.

The boys and I finished our dinners, then watched tv for a bit before sending them to bed. As I laid on the couch afterwards, watching the tail-end of Dancing with the Stars, much to my astonishment I got smacked with an attack of IBS. God damn it, I've been really careful with my diet and activity levels! ::wince::

As a result, I did not make Mark-safe donuts from scratch for his pre-Halloween-parade breakfast at school this morning, as intended. Instead, I broke out the emergency can of Mark-safe cinnamon rolls this morning, and made him those. He was thrilled. Pissed that I insisted they were for school, mind you. Heh.

Shoved the boys into their school clothes and Mark into his Optimus Prime costume on top of his school clothes. Tossed them on their buses. Went to lie down on the couch like a Victorian invalid. Too tired to even watch tv, so I put on the local classical station's internet stream.

Feeling marginally better now, enough to get online and sip apple juice. Haven't eaten anything yet; but I'd better soon lest I cross the line into being sick from lack of food. :/

Tom's currently at work, because between the readiness exercise and the stuff going on at various bases affected by Sandy, NORAD Public Affairs has entirely too much to do. He called a little bit ago to check on me, and sounded miserable. Our original plan for Halloween was for him to take Mark out trick-or-treating while I stayed home with Jack and passed out candy, and then we'd appropriate anything not Mark-safe (which would be just about everything, cough). Right now it's looking like that will not happen. Mark won't mind. He doesn't entirely grok trick-or-treat, and there's three cinnamon rolls left for him to nom.

I am going to lay back down after checking email. I got all the domestic goddess projects done that HAD TO be done within the last day or two; I can and absolutely need to take a break before Zodlings return.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll be feeling well enough to work on my cross stitch some more. This project's so close to being done...
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Sunday, October 28th, 2012

Subject:Why a notorious fraidy-cat like me is reading these things, I have no idea.
Time:9:53 am.
Mood: scared.
The following are some of my favorites from a mega-thread on Jezebel.

South Korean family ghost:

Helpful 'spirit'.

Alternate reality phone call. O_o


Hurry up and come through the light woman! I miss you!

Not actually a ghost story.

Skylight creepiness:

I'm glad I never read stories like this back when I was the age for sleep-away camps:

My rational brain knows there's no such thing as ghosts etc., but damn if reading stuff like this doesn't go straight to my backbrain and freak me out. o_o I think I'm going to take the boys out for a drive, unless Mark throws up again, and try to cheer myself up. Maybe check out some playful otters/cats on Roombas on youTube as well.
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Saturday, October 27th, 2012

Subject:Mark's sick again.
Time:2:46 pm.
Mood: accomplished.
After snubbing half his lunch, and tentatively rubbing a non-allergenic oatmeal-raisin cookie across his lips before gently laying it on the carpet, he fell asleep for a bit on the couch.

An hour later, he woke up, screamed, ran to the bathroom, and screamed again while throwing up.

I am REALLY glad he's evolved to the point where he goes to the bathroom first. Now I can just lock the bathroom down behind us while I take him upstairs for a quick bath and clean clothes. I used to have to lock Jack in his own room while cleaning Mark and whatever got soiled.

Right now he's asleep again, tucked in bed. Jack's snoring on the couch. I have emergency laundry in progress.

Dinner was going to be meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but I doubt that'd be good for Mark's stomach even if he has any appetite tonight. Poor kiddo.

Instead, I'm going with leftover chicken, and fresh-made eggless fried rice. He won't eat the rice, but if he has any appetite, the chicken will be easier on his stomach.

I got a fair bit accomplished while the boys were watching cartoons, before it warmed up enough to send them out to play.

Tested out the oatmeal-raisin cookie recipe (Jack and I like them, and I'm not declaring them a failure with Mark until he snubs them when healthy). Made a grocery list for payday. Made a list of chores best accomplished with Zodlings at school, for this coming week, and included sewing and cross stitch project time. Made a list of dinner ideas going through Sunday - Tom won't be getting sent TDY for the Frankenstorm, because of rank issues, but he'll get the fun job of holding down the fort with two Canadians and Joyce, our civilian friend who's too close to her due date to travel anywhere. Cleaned up the kitchen island, too.

I *was* going to do some cross stitch while both boys took a nap, but now I think I'll watch something pleasantly mindless on Netflix and take a quasi-nap while waiting on the laundry. Just in case Mark wakes up nauseated again. Poor poor kiddo. :(
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Subject:I first saw the tv special of Free To be You And Me in a Sunday School class
Time:9:30 am.
Mood: tired.
St. Thomas Aquinas in Milwaukee in the 1980's was very very progressive. No wonder my dad didn't much care for it. :/ As I recall, he not only kept trying to convince Mom to go to a parish that had less singing, but at one point tried to get us to attend a church that still maintained pre-Vatican II dress codes and Latin liturgy. Mom put her foot down HARD on that last one. She LIKED the ability to wear pants and not worry about sleeve length or whether she'd remembered her hair veil. (Some days I really wonder how they managed to stay married all these decades.)
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