If you have read me for longer than a year, this post may be nothing more than the same drivel I write after every trip home. If you skip it, it won’t hurt my feeling.

On the other hand, I do have a lot of thoughts in my head, so if incoherent babbling is your thing, by all means, read on.

So, the big news of the weekend was that Ed came out. Joe put it best when he said “Well, you didn’t ruin your relationship with Ed, but you didn’t exactly handle it well”. My mom basically acted like it was nothing-and not in the good way. She did redeem herself later by actually talking to Ed about it. Joe and I told our dad, as well. His reaction was exactly what was expected: “We love Ed, we would never treat him any different, but we will always pray that he realizes he isn’t really gay”. I love that people think you can pray away the Gay. All in all, I think Ed feels really good about it and that is all I could ever want.

This sums out how I feel about the graduations:

Not that they weren’t nice or anything, but between Nick’s 3 minute presentation on every damn graduate and Ed’s Archbishop saying that Atheism has been around since the Devil and that John Lennon and Nietzsche are BAD, I am done with graduations.

We took quite a few pictures (which I will upload, as soon as I am done photoshopping myself pretty), but Michael did not bring my BACK-UP battery that I, as a Gonzales, specifically packed, so there are virtually no pictures of Ed’s graduation or Sadie’s Lunch. The whole fucking point. To say I was pissed would be putting it mildly.

I also recorded a TON of Flip footage. I am going to attempt to make a “movie” out of it. Of course, I would like to mention that SOMEONE closed his laptop while the Flip was charging, thus rendering it dead during Ed’s graduation. You may have noticed a pattern. You may also be wondering if Michael’s even alive. No comment.

I got to spend some great quality time with the kids. They break my heart in the most delicious way. Sunday, everyone came over to my sister’s house and we just had a blast. That’s the kind of thing I miss. I spent a good deal of time recruiting people to move here to Seattle. I got a few “yes”, a few “maybe” and no “no”!

On Saturday, we were all at my Grandma’s house for Nick’s graduation party. My great grandparents were there who are, like, 90 (honestly I don’t know how old they actually are. I barely know my own age, ok?). I hugged them both and brought Michael over. I was fairly certain they had met before, but at the age of 90, I doubted they’d remember. As I introduced Michael, my grandpa said

“I know who he is, I’ve met him before”.

Honestly, I was kind of floored. My grandparents have spawned more people than I can count. Half the people at this party I didn’t even know, aside from the fact that we are all somehow related. Yet, my grandparents know every single person in that family. Without thought or hesitation. It is astonishing. I have to wonder if it’s easier to keep track of people that are, literally, only alive because of you. Is that is some sort of brain function that comes built-in? It’s a pretty big deal. I felt a little sad knowing that they created all these families, all these joys, all this happiness and I would never know what it felt like to create something like that. In a surprising contrast, it didn’t make me want to have kids, so I think that not having them is the right choice. If that didn’t make my uterus clench, what possibly could?

All in all, the trip was a raging success. It’s really moved a personal issue of mine to the forefront, though. So personal I am SO not ready to blog about it. I know. You are shocked. Me too. Don’t worry. I’ll eventually spill the beans.