I'm sorry for what I done

First of all, I would like to apologise for my flagrant use of baby pictures. I realize that it is somewhat cliché, and much overdone in general, but hey, they are cute babies. To make up for it, I’ll post a really dirty picture at the bottom of the post. If you don’t want to see it, don’t scroll down.

This leads me to the topic of this post, apologising. I suck at it. I have too much tendency to do this because I can. Usually I do feel much regret for when I screw up, but accepting responsibility has never really been one of my strong suits. For this I apologise.

This morning I read a public apology from one artist to another who he had inadvertently plagiarised. The copying was not an accident, but the offending artist had never meant for the piece to be published. It was obviously sincere, and he took full responsibility for his lack of judgement. But at the same time it read as somewhat awkward.

In fact I think I see something that is a bit of a key to sincere apology. It should be awkward and show some real embarrassment. If I’m truly sorry it is not that I got caught, and not even that the other person was offended, but rather sorry that I did something really dumb.

I’m sorry about alot of things. I’m also not sorry about things that I think that I ought to be. I’m a little sorry about that, but it’s not really the same is it?

I also apologise for things that I’m not sorry about at all. For example, I am not sorry for posting pictures of my niece and nephew, and yet I apologised for it just afew moments ago. What I should have said is ‘excuse me’. Which is to say, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong, but I realise that I may be taxing your patience a little bit; If you will indulge me for this small thing I would be greatly appreciative”. But that really takes too long to say.

So my new resolution is to say ‘excuse me’, and ‘pardon me’ more often, and ‘sorry’ less often. Hopefully I’ll also do dumb things less often so that I have less things to be sorry about.

And now, as promised, a really dirty picture.



This is a guy I work with. This could have been me on valentines day as I was doing the same job as him. This is posted with his permission.

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OMG BABIES!

Quick update: Babies

Introducing to the internets baby Enzo



And baby Keira



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Wow, things just keep moving on and on.
This last week was exciting. Last Sunday my sister Sarah gave birth to Lorenzo “Enzo” Mylo Ridley. Weighing in at 8lb11oz, he looks too cute to be real.

And as if being an uncle once in a week wasn’t enough, On Saturday, my sister Amy gave birth to Keira May Archibald. I haven’t seen Keira yet, but at 9lb10oz, I’m sure she’s just like her mom. I was apparently one of the first to hear the news. When my mom called, I was in a rather public place and didn’t really care if I was making a scene. Is that bad phone etiquette? I’m sure this would be a valid exception regardless.

And on Sunday I drove myself down to Champion to visit my grandparents on their 60th anniversary (also my grandpa’s birthday. Besides the tons of great food, (always present at Ellis gatherings), and visiting with family, it was well worth the 8+ hours of driving. I took no pictures.

Between the exciting bookends, the week itself was fairly exhausting, but interesting.
On Thursday (Valentine’s Day), I went to help flush kitchen drains in a high-rise. In such a building it was interesting to see the great variety of tastes and decorative styles that can exist in such a building. First of all, all of the condos would have been fairly expensive based on location and view, but some of the flats were quite posh, while others were very humble. For example, two adjacent units looked like they were separated by about 2 decades and several tax brackets.

It would have not been too bad, except for the flushing we were doing on the 19th floor caused a backup on both the 17th and 16th floors. That took awhile to fix.

And on Friday, I was on (as in on the roof) of a several million dollar house (one of those on Summit Drive). I thought to myself that I could definitely get used to such accommodations. Now I just need to win the lottery, or rob a bank, you know, whichever.

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