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My cousin leaves (has left?) for basic training today. In spite of the current scary situations surrounding the military right now, I honestly think this is the best decision he could have made for himself at this point in his life. I am proud of him.

I went to his going away party on Sunday. The family threw it for him. It was fun, as most family gatherings are on my maternal side. A highlight for the evening was when my dad shot his marshmallow gun at my mom. Then my youngest brother shot it at her, too, and since he was sitting so close to Dad, Dad got all the blame. The boys played a lot of Magic the Gathering and I visited with my sis and cousins. And I have a lot of little cousins-once-removed whose names I don't know.

Heh. There was one uncomfortable moment when I saw my ex-boyfriend's family there (oh, and fun fun, he showed up later). I shouldn't have been uncomfortable. It all ended, heck, ten years ago. I guess it was due to a small guilt since he was always a good man, and I was the one who did the leaving. No regret, just a little twinge for the pain I know I caused him. He's happily married now, though, so I was really glad for him. I would have made him miserable. ;)