the foreign exchange student said our grass is plastic.

norm's memorial service was very pleasant. i passed out programs and introduced some of the troops and packs that were representing the colors with our ship. we watched a slide show full of pictures of norm. i was okay until they showed a picture of all of us and norm at rendezvous last labor day. i doubled over into my lap and burst into muffled tears. and i was sitting in the front pew so i had to work to keep my good composure... i cried again before i sang with the choir and again after it was all over. lyle held me and i blew my boogers into his shoulder and he sobbed into mine. it felt good.

mom said cory can move in and she's starting to look for a bigger place. my mother is amazing.

we were talking about what's gonna happen when she dies. she doesn't want me to go to my dad. she's probably going to make up her own will pretty soon. it's not like i'm expecting her to keel over anytime soon, but she wants to prepare for our future.

i was thinking... how the hell do you have an atheistic wedding?