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News on Monday


Ugh, last week was only 4 days and I almost didn't make it. This week does not look promising.

We'll open with the latest in science news: they want to study Ian. I was approached by Ian's teacher at school who is going for some kind of degree about an impending contact from the schools honcho about her desire to interview, video, record, brain scan, DNA test, fingerprint, EKG and disect my little boy. My reaction, "this could be seen two ways: one, he is amazing kid-lets study him; or the other way: wow, this kid is a complete wacko, lets be first to study him before he gets into the prison system." I still don't know which it is.

In sporting news, we all went to a womens basketball game on Sat. The only pro team this state has is the Connecticut Sun. Whooo-Haa! One chick was over 7ft tall. No dunking. Reagan sat with her friends while Ian devoured nachos with extra cheese. Extra cheese so he could get it on the floor, me, Mel, the people next to and below us...

Reagan told me she would be moving out in the future. I told her she couldn't. She said she was going to save money and buy our house. We'd have to live in her room. Great.

Congrats be to Mel and Caryl for being accepted into the church here in town. Dad and I were again rejected. (ok, we opted not to join at the current time).

Reagan begins the softball tournement this week. She can't wait. Unfortunately it falls on the same night as bell-ringer rehersal (they are slated to ring next Sunday). So, do you go to the game or do you go with Grandma to bell-ringers? Anyone have a good answer to this? I don't.

And with that, we decend into another week we could be doing something really worthwile... Hope it doesn't leave a mark.

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