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*sigh*

For the second time this week, Kanal 5 has pre-empted a show I watch to show the hockey finals.  Curses.

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Fickle

I noticed at lunch that we were running short on milk and had completely used up the dishwasher soap, so after we were done eating, Tage, Petra, Brynja, and I took a short walk to the grocery store. It was clear and sunny and warm outside, and the snow is completely gone from the streets… Read More Fickle

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Monday

One of the charms of life in a nanny state is that, when it comes to routine check-ups and the like, you don’t decide when you go to the doctor;  the government decides when you go to the doctor.  And so it came to pass that Tage’s 5½-year checkup (how random is that?) and my… Read More Monday

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Phobic

Yesterday Lydia and I, with Brynja in tow, had our monthly lunch in town, and Olof and the middle kids–I’m having such a hard time learning not to call Tage and Petra “the little kids”–tagged along for a lunch of their own. Driving there, Olof and I were trying to agree on a place and… Read More Phobic

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Indulgence

So, the Nintendo DS Lite repair went pretty much the way Olof had feared. That is to say, not well at all. And because I’m the kind of mother who’s raising my kids to demand instant gratification at every turn, I took myself off to the electronics store this afternoon and bought another new one,… Read More Indulgence