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Isaac is a whopping three years old and gets to start prechool next Friday (the 10th). He will be in a class with 13 kids, ranging in ages three to six, four days a week...8:45am to 11:30am. The classroom is *beautiful*! We've had a couple preview visits, and last week was the open house. Isaac met some other students and did some activities.

The pink tower in the back, is one of Isaac's activities. He put the blocks away! :)

Royal Dad sits in a chair with Xander.

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We decided to drive down to the state fair and spend the day looking at animals, daring some rides, and (our personal favorite) people watching! Hubby and I were heading into the craft hall and discussing a disturbing outfit we saw a hugely, pregnant woman wearing, when we both overheard another couple's conversation about a "HUGE" goiter they saw.

If you're wondering what the preggo and the goiter were talking about, I overheard them in the livestock pavilion discussing, with hand gestures, just how large a bull's testicles were. People are so weird.

We also decided to make the most of our hour-and-a-half drive south and visit Royal Dad's mother, who has disappeared from our lives for the past three years. Let's just say the visit did not go well, and some shocking realizations were made. But I'll save that for another post, and focus on the fair for now.

Some snapshots of the fair:

Isaac and I walking through the pavilion...the pigs are always a lot scarier than I imagine they'd be.

Carved fruit.

Isaac and I on the swings. They have a smaller version for kids.

Royal Dad and Isaac in the wacky mirror fun house thing.

Xander seemed to enjoy this one. Finally, something he's big enough to do!

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Royal Dad and I made sure we both had the day off work today, to send Isaac into his first day of class together. Isaac was very excited to wear his new back-pack! He met his teacher, Heather, at the door. He's met with her four times already, so it was nice to be so familiar already.

wants to go again. Yeah!!!

Xander sits on the step out side the school. Another three years and he can go too!

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Friday is my Ten year high school reunion. After I graduated, I stayed close to three friends...which has dwindled down to two friends over the last few years. Maybe the reunion will remedy this?

Its funny how different high school friends can relate to eachother from new "adult" friends; meaning the ones I've met in playgroups, neighbors, coworkers, etc. Without concern for boundaries, high school friends can be "balls-out" and I love that.

From the few emails we've sent about the upcoming event, I can tell it is going to be good times.

Hey ladies,

Are you guys interested in getting together before the reunion? Since its just hors devours maybe we should go for dinner and get a few drinks beforehand.

Thoughts?

~Jen

Hey Jen!

Shit! I need to call and make sure I can pay at the door, or something. I found my invite.

I'd love to get together before. What are you guys going to wear? I did some shopping today. Since I'm *still* on the chunky side, I bought some black slacks, heels, a black shell/tank...but I need to get a top. I have to work Wednesday, so I'll hit the mall on Thursday.

It sucks having no dressy clothes. I'm still in a jeans rut (aka who wants to buy fat clothes??).

Z

You haven't paid for the fucking hors devours. I can't fucking believe it. I was sure that the invitations said something about a buffet. Something about beef. Sooo fucking pissed about that. Caroline hasn't paid yet, either. She will probably still be doing the same thing. I went out today to look for somethings to wear with no luck. I really like the tweed skirts, but not for a party.
I'd love to get a new pair of slacks, but there is no time for hemming. My schedule is booked solid. Oh well. I'll see what I can scrounge together from my closet. Hopefully some of my nicer, non-work attire fits. I'll see you on Friday. Are you bringing Jason?

Barbra

Woah! Calm the fuck down! I got an email saying nobody will be turned away from the door. We can pay cash when we get there, for a "non-dinner ticket." Its a much cheaper ticket, and who enjoys the buffet shit all that much anyway. I still get to snicker at all the people who "haven't changed a bit." If you know what the fuck I mean.

Did I manage to use the "F" word as much as you? Fuck, Fuck Fuckity fucking peice of fuck head, fucker. Here's a few more, just in case.

A friend from work is going to try hemming my pants today. And, Yes, I am bringing Jason. Of course I'm bringing Jason.

Z

I think you ladies have covered the *f* word nicely. Tehehe.

I bought a new dress that Alissa has assured me is reunion-appropriate.

I'm driving down Friday and should get into town around 2. Then, I want to go get my nails done and get ready. I'd love to go out for dinner. Should we meet somewhere in Hillsboro. I can't remember what time the shindig starts. I also can't remember where Merriwether golf course is. Zoe do you have any restaurant suggestions? Barbra: do you think you and Caroline will be able to make it out there in time for dinner?

Hi Jason -- glad you're coming.

(Jen)

I posted our emails on Royal Mom:) I hope that's okay.. I just love you guys!

Z

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Not as many people as I expected attended the ten year. It was kind of like a wedding reception. Faces looked familiar, but names forgotten and conversation a bit awkward.

RD took the digital and we came home to find three pictures had been taken. The only one of me is my back, getting my "drink on" at the bar.

Thankfully my two girlfriends were with me, Barbra (left) and Jennifer (right).

Isaac at seven months...

Xander at the same age...

I'm not sure if its some sort of hormone thing, lack of sleep, or a bad reaction to the realization that my in-laws will never host a holiday dinner to shower us with love and celebrate the joy of family (doesn't every family do this??), but I am not feeling the natural flow of writing these days. A little depressed, tired, blah blah blah...

Okay, I'm thinking it's probably related to Xander wanting to nurse ALL NIGHT LONG. How does he know the EXACT moment I try and pull away, roll over, and attempt to get some real sleep?

You know the kind of sleep when you hug your pillow, stretch a knee out in front of you, and the other leg straight down, slightly to the back? A sprawl that commands a large portion of the bed. I *need* that kind of sleep.

Only two more years and that sleep is MINE. ALL MINE!!!!

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