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Yesterday Preston picked up the girls after they got home from school to take them shopping for some necessary items in Wausau. Well, it was Kara I had asked him to take shopping but Hannah decided to go along as well.



Normally he picks up the boys on Friday night. He had been getting them around six which I couldn’t understand since he has no classes on Friday and they have an early bed time and it’s important for my youngest to keep that bed time in order to help control his “moods”. Thankfully the last Friday he was a little earlier on picking them up.



Of course last night was an exception because of taking the girls shopping. When he brought them home the girls were in a most lovely mood and Hannah told me she actually had a good time with dad. I was happy to hear that. I don’t believe it was just because he bought them things and took them to the oriental buffet near the old mall. (That one, btw, is very good!) It’s been a while but he’s taken them shopping and to dinner before  but it seems this time he was able to talk and relate to them which made the big difference. I believe their getting older and more mature is what has really helped. Still, it was good to know.



Kara was pleased to be sporting some really cool new boots as well as the items she needed. Hannah got a few new pants, thankfully, and the big surprise was that she actually got a winter jacket. She seemed very comfortable in it too. Who knows, maybe she will let go of the tattered jacket liner she insists on bringing almost everywhere with her. I’m not getting my hope up just yet, but, could this new jacket be the one?!



Things like this, the tattered jacket, that is, have really helped me get over caring about what others think of me. I think most of us parents with kids in the spectrum can say that. For instance her tattered jacket often makes teachers think I never do laundry and have never washed her jacket. When she was younger she used to relate family stories and conversations from her view point and often her idea of what certain words meant were not what others felt they meant. Sometimes I would defend myself and explain and other times I just let it go and block my mind from it’s normal people pleasing way. I recall one time when Hannah was in grade school in Hawaii I got a call from my new friend. We had been car pooling the kids to school. My new friend informed me that she wasn’t sure that she could be my friend anymore cause of something Hannah said. I already was aware that Hannah had an unusual way of relating things to people so I asked her what it was she had told her. Hannah had told her basically that we didn’t celebrate Christmas because of our religion and for Thanksgiving I made sour turkey. I learned later that my new friends mom (who would later also become a very good and dear friend) had a very abusive childhood and her folks had often used Christians to play mean mind games on her so the holidays, like Christmas, were very important in a kind of sacred way to them. As for me back then, I was on the precipice of leaving the cult I had been in for many years but hadn’t quite “woke up” just yet. We were not allowed to celebrate the holidays except Thanksgiving and we couldn’t celebrate birthdays as well. Strangely, anniversaries and mothers and fathers day were ok to enjoy. What it really came down to was what the church leader was into celebrating. To make it even worse, back then Preston really didn’t like celebrating the holidays or any other thing that even the church leader was ok with so we really only had Thanksgiving.



However, I mostly felt I should leave others alone about the holidays and their traditions. I say mostly because I usually had materials around about how the holidays like Christmas originated from pagan practices which at the time I had been taught was evil and demonic. Later I learned that many Christian authors, speakers and material writers often have no conscious about blatantly lying. Sill, I could hear the stress in my new friends voice and I had no intentions of taking Christmas away from her. I explained that we didn’t celebrate Christmas but that I didn’t have problems with other people celebrating it.

christmas fail



About the “sour” turkey… Way back when, well, when the church I was in was based in my home state, California, the church leader, Elder Turner, would set up church conferences in Louisianan and Mississippi and we would all drive or fly out there for the week long church conferences. They were actually really long three times a day and late into the night and morning church services. One such conference was scheduled the day after Thanksgiving so some others and I flew out Thanksgiving day. When we got there we all met up at a families home who was making dinner for all of us. The family was black Creole. The lady was still preparing the turkey and went ahead and taught me how to make a Creole turkey. It was awesome tasting and most Thanksgivings after that I prepared a Creole turkey that was always a big success. However, to my darling little girl, Hannah, she interpreted the taste as “sour”.




I would say though that our first Thanksgiving in Hawaii was a tad sour. We were living in an old Navy housing run down triplex. I like to cook my turkey high for an hour then low over night so it’s really tender. I still don’t know if that oven had a timer in it or there was just something wrong with it but it turned it’s self off sometime after we went to sleep. I’ve never had an oven do that to me before or sense. I still get up all night and check just in case though, that was an uncool experience. Thankfully the next year the Navy decided to tear down the rotting buildings and move us into really nice brand new townhouse units, with an oven that didn’t turn it’s self off. And, thankfully we got out of that cult and I have had fun celebrating holidays of all kinds ever since with my children. And thankfully my new friend understood and we are family to this day.



Back to last night. Preston dropped the girls off and took the boys to his place for the night. In the morning apparently I have a habit of trying to make sense of things and remember what it is I have to do for that day and so on. Though it would be better in most cases for me to wait till my brain actually wakes up I still feel the need to do that just in case there is something that needs to be done early. I’ve not only moved a lot but when I was in “that church” I traveled a lot and stayed in hotels and homes  and it’s likely due to all that that sometimes I don’t know where I am when I wake up. So this morning when I work up it took me a while to figure out who was home and who wasn’t and what room whoever was home was in and who crawled in bed with me. Sometimes I call the boys and the girls or the silence reminds me they are not there. When I finally straightened out the memory of my boys being at dads I figured it must be Hannah who was in my bed still sound asleep. But it wasn’t, it was Kara. I made it very clear to my kids that anything I agree to while almost asleep or asleep just doesn’t count and to not even try that on me. I never thought I would be the kind but I am, I’m the kind that will agree to just about anything when I’m mostly asleep. So far, other then talking me into letting them sleep with me they have been very good about it. But now that it’s in my memory right now I probably should reestablish that law.



Sometimes things like this make me wonder how it was for my mom when I was little and did I pull stuff on her and so on. I remember when my sister and I were little and my dad was working late we would crawl in bed with my mom and lay on each side of her and wait for her to almost go to sleep. Then we’d beg her to tell us a story. My mom loves to tell stories and can not pass up any opportunity to do so. At that time she wasn’t anti-fairy tale so she would ask what we wanted to hear and we would say something like Little Red Ridding Hood or The Three Little Bears or something knowing full well that the story was going to come out quite different. She would start off with let’s say Little Red Riding Hood but as she went on she would start mixing the other fairy tales into it. We would try our hardest to hold still and muffle our giggles in the covers. She’d hear us and whine about us “doing that” to her so we would calm ourselves and then try to get just a little more out of her. It was just too funny. Poor mom! If it were now days we could have filmed her and YouTubed it and likely got a lot of hits. That would have been soooo fun!

197030_10150125024779834_2000353_nMy mom, sister and me (the youngest one).



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