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This Sunday was a busy day.  Right after getting picked up this morning, we went to church.  On the way to church, one of my people in the car with us decided to tweet that we were going out to eat sushi after church was over.  It turns out we didn’t want to make her a liar, so we had to tromp off to sushi after the service.  On the way
to church, I also bet one of the guys in the car that the person we were meeting there would arrive before we did.  I figured he lives a lot closer and was leaving the same time we were ergo he should logically arrive before we pulled into the parking lot.  I was mistaken.  We bet a homemade pancake which means I now have to figure out how to make a pancake from scratch and come up with enough time to get that done one morning.

After sushi, we rushed home to get changed so we could head out and volunteer at the homeless shelter downtown.  They have been pretty understaffed as far as kitchen help goes, so it’s always nice to head there on the weekends and volunteer some of our time for people who may not have as much as we have been blessed with.  There is a picture on my picture page of all of us.  The hairnets and aprons aren’t really that flattering, but you can at least see the crew.

Traveling home this last week was fun and my sister managed to make it across the stage at her graduation without tripping or causing an embarrassing scene.  The venue for the graduation was a little strange in that the seating was on bleachers and not in seats, but the ceremony was great and the student speeches were MUCH better than the ones at my cousin’s graduation.

The one bad thing about going home was that I realized my niece doesn’t like me very much.  It doesn’t matter though, once she hits 5 or 6, I’ll start to shower her with fun gifts and become her favorite relative.  If I can’t get her to like me with my stunning personality I’ll just buy her love and affection with presents.

I realized while I was home that I talk about the same couple people back home all the time.  Every story I tell starts with the same couple names and most end with some sort of childish antic.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.