Not the Defense You Might Have Been Expecting

First, in regards to the last post and some of the comments therein: I've said it before, but I'll say it once more here, so that it's forever established - I'm sorry. I made a wrong decision, I did what I could to make amends for it, I can do nothing else. That said, I won't be writing anything more about that here, because - as I said - I promised not to. Most of you are standing by me in spite of my imperfection, and for that I thank you. If you are reading this because you think I'm a terrible person who owes a defense or justification of some kind, you're going to solely disappointed, because I won't be writing one here. And if any of you reading - either in support or in disgust - would like to discuss this more, my email is in my profile and we can talk off-blog.

And that's all I have to say about that.

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"Write on your blog: 'This is my grandfather. They let him out, but just for the day.'" That's what he said to me as soon as I took this picture:


Photographic evidence aside, he's actually not crazy. Quite clever, in fact.

And I love him to pieces.

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Remember in this post how I mentioned my high school would be dedicating their new gymnasium to my dad? That dedication ceremony was Friday, and Mom, Seeser, and I were all there to participate. It was amazing, and I will give a full recap soon. (With photos! And maybe even video!)

For now, though, I'd just like to say that during my stay in SoCal for the ceremony, I discovered something important: My mom, my sister, my grandmother, and my grandfather ALL snore. Loudly. This has me slightly concerned that maybe I do too, though I've never been told that I do. I have been told that I move a lot in my sleep, sometimes even going so far as to kick anyone who might be sleeping near me. I might be worried about this and how it might affect my relationship with Batman if I didn't already know that he wields his elbows like deadly weapons when he's asleep. His sharp, pointy elbows.

But who am I to judge? I'm the one with the overactive kickers and the genetic predisposition towards snoring.


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And with all of that, I hope to return to my regular posting. The next month will be very busy with moving to a new house, celebrating my birthday AND blogiversary, visiting family in Las Vegas, and spending (I hope) lots of good time with Batman. But along the way, I will be here with you all - posting, reading, commenting, and just generally enjoying the wonders of the blogosphere. Hope to see you all around.

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UPDATE: It appears that I am now unemployed and seeking employment. Anyone want to hire me?