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Editors Note: I wrote this about a month ago and never finished it. Apparently I accidently published it today. Woops. Since its out there, I shall leave it out there.

I'm about to get heavy on ya'll so I apologize in advance. I've discovered that this blog really, more than anything, serves as my personal diary, an ongoing record of my life that I feel far more comfortable writing in public for some strange reason than in private. It seems it's far easier for me to write on a computer to the internets than put pen to paper. Must be the exhibitionist in me. LOOK AT ME INTERNETS! As such, you're about to learn alot more about me than you need to know. I'm writing it all out so I don't forget it, so just so you know this post is way more detailed and long than a normal blog reader should tolerate. The details are fuzzy so I may get some of this wrong. You probably shouldn't read this at all as its throughly fucking depressing.

Seriously, stop now. Or I'll totally bum you out. It's your choice.

Last night I had a freak down of monster proportions.

Ladies and Gentlemen, say hello to Cletus McFetus, my spawn. He's small and creepy in this picture, but I hope someday he grows into a strapping young man. Now mind you, we still don't know what the sex of our offspring is going to be (we find out in two weeks.) However, my spidey sense says its a Dude.

We've taken to calling it Cletus. It has a nice ring to it. So far everything has gone smoothly. Heather gets a little gaggy if she doesn't eat, but she's only actually barfed like 3 times, so Yay Cletus!

2007 was not a good year to be a Mordecai. My mother got thyroid cancer, and not just any thyroid cancer, but the rarest and deadliest form of thyroid cancer. Fortunately, even the most virulent form of thyroid cancer takes its sweet time getting stronger, taking a very long time to grow and mature.

Due to some great luck and great doctors, my Ma, last fall, was able to get her thyroid, and all the cancer removed. She was just recently declared Cancer free by her excellent doctors. However, someday it might come back and hit her again, so from now on she gets to get regular testing to check preventively on that little cancer bastard.

Now, one might ask, how does this involve me? The answer, my friends, is fancy science.

So I've been getting multiple baby and health update requests, and I thought, well, crap, guess I better blog about it. So I'll start posting baby updates and health updates. More Soon.

Say hello to my little friend, Apollo. We have to get a professional trainer because he's as insecure as a teenage girl with daddy issues. Never wants to leave our side, so we have to let him sleep with us or he screams all night. Good times.