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"Listen, we can’t be pulling our penis out in the middle of the living room."
Thus begins my day.
I love being a mom. I hate it sometimes, too. But even when I hate it, I love it.
Last 5K goal: under 45 minutes
Actual time: 44:40
This 5K goal: under 40 minutes
Actual time: 39:29
And I know that’s still slow. I came in 63rd out of 70 in my age group. But it’s progress. And I ran the whole way. And I feel really good.
And I have muscles like whoa!
Telemarketer: Um, hello…?
Brandon: I went to see trains.
Brandon: I went to see trains today.
10 word movie review:
It just went on and on…
I had to pee.
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.