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Brandon answered my phone today

Telemarketer: Um, hello…?

Brandon: I went to see trains.

Telemarketer: Hello?

Brandon: I went to see trains today.

Telemarketer: …

Brandon: Trains.

Telemarketer: *click*

"Magic in the Moonlight"

10 word movie review:

It just went on and on…

I had to pee.

Some Updates

Regarding my dad’s situation:

His hearing has been scheduled for September 8th. Hopefully it won’t get pushed back again. Hopefully his lawyer can finally present all the evidence and the case will get thrown out. Hopefully we can move forward. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully…

In the meantime, my dad has found a job thanks to the help of some friends. It’s a repair job that requires him to be away from my mom for weeks at a time. It’s a job, and for that we are all grateful.

I want to thank everyone again for your thoughts, messages, and support. There is no perfect life, as far as I know. Everyone is faced with tough times. One thing I’ve learned is that hard times are made easier with the help of friends and good-hearted strangers.

I thought long and hard about saying the following. In the end I decided that it needed to be addressed, if for no other reason than my peace of mind. I’ve been alerted to some negative comments attached to some reblogs of my original post about my dad. I haven’t seen them myself. I don’t want to. But Ken gave me the gist (and even responded to one of them) and I wanted to say something and then let it die.

If you think that what happened to my dad is impossible, that it could never happen to you or your loved ones, that any judge would never have allowed someone innocent to be incarcerated in the first place, then God bless you for never having had the misfortune to learn how our justice system works first-hand. If you are accused of a crime, the police bring you in for questioning and you are subsequently arrested at their discretion. The cops that handled my dad’s case did not conduct an investigation, a fact that will (hopefully) come to light at my dad’s trial.

I was going to say more, but I think my family has done enough defending against false accusations and I’m frankly kind of done. I don’t want to focus on a handful of negative, hurtful, or spiteful comments. I would rather fill my heart and posts with gratitude. And friendship. And hope for what lies ahead.

I was trying to take a picture of my mom jeans but someone keeps head-butting me in the butt. Butt-butting me. With his head.

Whatever my mom jeans are the bomb.

I was trying to take a picture of my mom jeans but someone keeps head-butting me in the butt. Butt-butting me. With his head.

Whatever my mom jeans are the bomb.

So I’m a little freaked out now

Me: Have fun at school, kiddo. Remember, Mommy always comes back.

Kiddo: Nope. Not today.

As we’re pulling out of the driveway

Me: What do you want to hear, kiddo?

Brandon: Wanna hear “A Good Idea” by Sugar.

I. SHIT. YOU. NOT!!!

I am tired of being the mommy

I am tired of giving all of myself away and then falling into bed, exhausted and depleted, only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again. So, yeah, if you ask me how to clean the new coffeemaker which I haven’t even used yet, I’m probably going to lose it on you. Because you have a Ph.D. You can figure it out. You don’t need me.

Please. Don’t need me.

Always go running. With a team. Sponsored by Luna Bars.

Check out this haul!

Also I kicked out 3 miles and did not come in last.

*sweaty little dance*

Always go running. With a team. Sponsored by Luna Bars.

Check out this haul!

Also I kicked out 3 miles and did not come in last.

*sweaty little dance*

I’m lying on the couch making faces. But I’m also making promises.

I’m trying out a group run today with a local women’s running group, and I promise:

1. Not to introduce myself as “slow” or “awful” or “pathetic.”

2. To give it my all, but keep in mind I am competing against no one.

3. To remember it’s okay to fall behind, way behind. It’s enough just to show up.

Okay I’m going back to my faces now.

I’m lying on the couch making faces. But I’m also making promises.

I’m trying out a group run today with a local women’s running group, and I promise:

1. Not to introduce myself as “slow” or “awful” or “pathetic.”

2. To give it my all, but keep in mind I am competing against no one.

3. To remember it’s okay to fall behind, way behind. It’s enough just to show up.

Okay I’m going back to my faces now.