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In case you were wondering, what really spurred my burning need to get back to exercising regularly was a pair of jeans.

( in which I'm bit of an idiot )

Now I must go to the grocery store to buy a tub of Godiva ice cream in celebration gather many nutritious foodstuffs in preparation for the long siege of NaNoWriMo.

(no subject)

In case you were wondering, what really spurred my burning need to get back to exercising regularly was a pair of jeans.

( in which I'm bit of an idiot )

Now I must go to the grocery store to buy a tub of Godiva ice cream in celebration gather many nutritious foodstuffs in preparation for the long siege of NaNoWriMo.

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Because sometimes, Brotherhood 2.0 is too awesome not to share.

Nerdfighters!

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Because sometimes, Brotherhood 2.0 is too awesome not to share.

Nerdfighters!

why, yes...

... I am being spam-ish. I should be doing laundry, NaNo prep and a whole lot of housework. Instead, I ask you this:

( Did you get your tickets? )

why, yes...

... I am being spam-ish. I should be doing laundry, NaNo prep and a whole lot of housework. Instead, I ask you this:

( Did you get your tickets? )

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So.

We'll be having a Memorial Service for Dad on Sunday, November 11th (which also happens to be Veterans' Day) at the VFW post. The Honor Guard will do a rifle salute, play taps, and then fold and present Mom with the flag.*

After, it'll just be drinks and food and sharing memories, and at some point in the future Dad's ashes will be scattered off an aircraft carrier.**



*My sister handled booking the VFW (Dad was Post Commander some years ago) and is taking care of the food, so I took over the 'services,' such as they are. Long story short, we're doing military honours. And I nearly lost it when I was talking to the man in charge of the Honor Guard. guh.

**If I've not mentioned it, Dad was a pilot. As a child, I only knew him as a corporate pilot, but he got his training in the Navy. He was a test pilot, and also flew reconnaissance, but most of all he loved his days flying from the carriers. Yep; my dad was a flyboy!



All may yet be very well.

(no subject)

So.

We'll be having a Memorial Service for Dad on Sunday, November 11th (which also happens to be Veterans' Day) at the VFW post. The Honor Guard will do a rifle salute, play taps, and then fold and present Mom with the flag.*

After, it'll just be drinks and food and sharing memories, and at some point in the future Dad's ashes will be scattered off an aircraft carrier.**



*My sister handled booking the VFW (Dad was Post Commander some years ago) and is taking care of the food, so I took over the 'services,' such as they are. Long story short, we're doing military honours. And I nearly lost it when I was talking to the man in charge of the Honor Guard. guh.

**If I've not mentioned it, Dad was a pilot. As a child, I only knew him as a corporate pilot, but he got his training in the Navy. He was a test pilot, and also flew reconnaissance, but most of all he loved his days flying from the carriers. Yep; my dad was a flyboy!



All may yet be very well.