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Things I swear to do with Alice before I go
- Fly alone with Alice- DONE
- Take T and Alice skiing for 1st time
- Assist Alice and T in choosing family dog
- Yell like a freakshow at Alice's Soccer game
- Walk Alice to her first day of school
- Mommy/ Baby Bath- DONE
- Splish around in Pacific, Atlantic, Aegean
- Double Dutch
- Sew her Halloween costume(s)- DONE(ish)
- Eat lots of BBQ and cobbler in Sweetwater
- Visit the Great-Great-Grandparent graves in Sweetwater
- Sit for a multi-generational family painting
- Massive family reunion squirtgun battle
- Build luminarias for Baby J
- Smell an X-mas piñon fire at Grandma's house-DONE
- Ride the Ft. Worth zoo Camel
- Dogsled
- Picnic at the Grand Canyon
- Go swimming at Barton Creek
- T- Take Alice to Rome where Mom and Dad met
- T- Have Alice read J.R. Tolkien to me
- Read C.S. Lewis to Alice
- Get Alice to identify Pleiades
- T- Roadtrip to Canada
- Build Alice a rockin' treehouse
- T- Camping (chop wood, build fire)
- Bake Gingerbread men- eat their heads
- Mother Daughter "Clue" tournament
- Show Alice how to groom a horse
- Take Alice and Tony to Zozobra Burning
- Take Alice to Balloon FIesta
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I went to see Art Spiegelman speak in Dallas. Dr. Baldwin used MAUS in Literature of the Shoah. It was a good class.
When I was in college, there was about a two week time period when I had awful, terrible nightmares every night. They were so bad that I began to fear even going to sleep. Then one night I tried NOT listening to the radio as I was laying in bed. That solved it -- turns out the news was so horrible that it was lingering around in my mind.
And after I was kidnapped in Ecuador, I had awful nightmares about groups of Hispanic men making me do things I didn't want to do. The nightmares wouldn't go away, no matter how much therapy I went to. And then one day I got in touch with another kidnap victim via email. I wasn't sure what to ask, but he wrote me back and damned if that wasn't enough to stop the nightmares. I haven't had a kidnapping nightmare in four years. The human mind is a strange thing.
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